𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

Chapter 4: Trouble at home

Sokka went into his car and drove off to his house. Although he was by himself seeing that Katara was with her sad, emo, no emotion, boyfriend. Spirits, how he hated that guy with a passion, he didn't think about it too much. He decides to lay it off for now as he just arrived home. He got off his car and took his keys out of his pockets and puts the key in the key hole as he unlocks the door and turns the knob to go inside. He went upstairs to his room where he sits his backpack and phone down.

Shortly after someone came inside and sat their stuff down, Sokka heard the front door opening as he assumed that it was his little sister. He quietly came downstairs to see that she wasn't alone... she was with her boyfriend.... kissing... Sokka quickly hid behind the corner as he watched the two. Tongues in their mouths as they were exploring each other, sharing each other's saliva. It was like they haven't felt each other for like 10,000 years. It was sick for Sokka to watch as he turned his whole body away, the back facing the corner.

Then he started to exaggeratedly gag silently as he didn't want the two lovers hearing him or at least not to let anyone notice him. He stopped, turned to look back at them to see that they are still going on, Katara sitting on the kitchen table while her legs spread and Zuko in between and still tongue kissing. He turned back and started to gag silently again, wanting to throw up. After gagging for a while he decided to come out of his hiding place.

"So I come here to see my little sister having a tongue bath with a saggy hair emo scarred dude... now I'm traumatized thank you to you both." He said as he stared both of them with a blank expression on his face.

They both stopped immediately, "SOKKA" Katara said as she came down from the table and both shifting away from each other as nothing had happened. "What are you doing here."

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here' this is my house or have you forgotten while you and your one-eyed boyfriend had a tongue session." He said as he looked at both of them with a disgusted face.

"You know you should shut the hell up before I punch you in the face." Zuko threatened.

"Oh really?" Sokka said as he pretended to sound scared.

"Really." He said.

"Ohhhhh, ok." As he said while sounding like he understands but didn't really care. He turned 180 degrees, but not before he turns back around as Sokka throws a fist on his face landing on his scarred eye. He falls to the ground, groaning in pain, "OW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR."

"Just to clarify, ever threaten me again, I'm coming for you, and ever try to hurt me, I'll call my buddy Aang, and don't say anything because between me and you we both know you're scared of him." He picks him up by grabbing his shirt with one hand on the back and drags him to the front of the door. He throws him out of the house. "If I see you come back here one more time I WILL THROW UP OUT OF HOUSE HERE AGAIN. GOODBYE." He slams the door on his face, turning himself as he walks away.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" Katara yelled as he followed him.

"Katara, I care about you. But that douche bag doesn't show any kind of respect and he is using you. Why can't you see that or... are you blind." Sokka said.

"How would you know he is using me, he loves me. And Zuko is a very kind boy." Katara said, while lowered her voice a little bit, but still high and crossing her arms.

"Katara, you have to be joking right? Did you not see what just happened. He threatened to punch me in the face and for no reason."

"I don't know Sokka, maybe because you were insulting him."

"You can't be serious, you're smarter than that. You know you stop being smart when you left Aang to be with your stupid girly girl squad." Sokka teased.