Perfect Life

Chapter 5- Work

Warning! Contains: Swearing, Violence, Touching Without Consent, Love, Oogie-Trigger, Hate, Pecks, Happy Feelings, Sad Feelings, Angry Feelings, Crutches/Breathing Tubes, idk what else to put-

(A/N: Still on day 9!! Hope you enjoy luvs xx)

AANG'S POV:

"I'm not going to work right now," I argued, shoving Sokka away from me. He rolled his eyes and threw the pen at me. "Yes you fucking are. We're in college and you need a fucking job." I threw the pen back at him and picked up a rag. 

"I'm not getting a fucking job, Sokka. I have to take care of Tara." He rolled his eyes as I collapsed to clean up the spilt water on the floor. "We can all take turns. If my dad finds out you're sending her to education, he's going to fucking murder you." 

"Stop. Sokka, no one's killing Aang. Aang, you don't need to take care of me every waking second of the day," Katara said from her bed. I sighed, saying, "Tars, just finish your work." Then I turned to Sokka. "What if she goes out while I'm not here? What if she has a panic attack? What if her anxiety comes back? Sokka, you don't know what could happen." 

Katara scoffed. "I'm right fucking here! First of all, if my anxiety comes back I'm pretty sure I can handle that. Second of all, someone will be here if I have a panic attack or go out. They'll fucking call you." I snorted lightly and smiled as I flipped the rag to the dry side. "And then I'll get fired from my job for ditching in the middle of it." I saw her roll her eyes from the corner of mine. 

"Hold up." I turned to Katara again, who was glaring at Sokka. "What do you mean, 'if my dad finds out you're sending her to education'? He doesn't pay for college?" I widened my eyes as Sokka shook his head calmly. 

"No, Tars, he does. But... before we were born, he had a girlfriend. Before mom. And she used to be a teacher. She died, though. So he doesn't want you to do education. But he knows you are. Just don't bring it up with him, because he hates talking about it."

I had to give it to him, that was one hell of a good excuse. 

Katara smiled and nodded, then turned to me. "I agree with this one. You do need a job. And once I manage to regain my balance and memory of how to walk, they'll get me a portable breathing tube thing." I sighed and threw the rag at Sokka, who put it on the table and handed me a paper towel. 

"That'll be worse. I'll be so fucking scared that something'll happen, Tars." She rolled her eyes playfully. "Nothing's going to happen. Now excuse me, I had an essay due in October. It's April. Please let me finish it." Sokka smiled widely, me following. 

"You're already in October's work?" She smiled and nodded. "Yep, it's not like I really had anything else to do." I smiled and got up, throwing the paper towel away. I sat down on my bed and manspread my legs, my elbows in between. 

"I'm so proud of you." I saw her blush and look away, typing away on my computer. "Thanks," she squeaked. I widened my eyes and turned to Sokka, who was smiling at her and leaning on the foot of my bed. Then I shut my eyes and turned to the floor. "I'm still not getting a job." The two groaned at me, and I smiled as I picked up my phone. 

"Wait, did my phone... die... in the crash?" Katara asked. Sokka nodded, "so did your laptop. And your Chromebook. You had a lot of shit in that backpack that smashed." I rolled my eyes and opened up Tik Tok. "Don't worry, though, we got you a new phone and laptop. The school's going to pay for the Chromebook because we can't afford it, though." 

She raised her eyebrow. "Was it a school bus?" I nodded. "They also had to pay all the hospital bills for all of us and the bill for the casts. But not the prosthetics for whatever stupid-ass reason." She smiled and shook her head. "I feel so fucking guilty...."