Hey hey fellow FanFiction people

So, I was looking through my old stuff and looked at LipLocked again...so I've decided to do a sequel since I enjoyed writing it so much. I promise that this one will still have plenty of action and drama like the first one. So anyways...

Enjoy!

TOPH'S P.O.V.

"You wanna go back?" I ask, digging my toes into the warm sand.

"Toph," Sokka says, folding the road map back up, "it's Christmas. We can't miss Christmas."

"It's winter," I retort. "Freazing ass snow's what it is."

"But we've got soup and hot chocolate and coats and all that," he says, practically pleading.

Sokka's been on my case about going back to our old town for a while now. It's the middle of December and I'm pretty happy staying in this town in Florida. I think it's called Destin. Anyways, the beaches are really nice and warm and the water's cool. Why the hell would he drag us back to snowy, gloomy, wherever-the-hell-we-used-to-live?

"And it doesn't get that much snow!" he adds. I pop my gum.

"Fine," I sigh.

"Fine? You said fine?" he asks. I can practically feel the smile growing on his face.

"Fine." He does this weird squeal I thought only capable by Catholic school girls and hugs me tightly. He smashes his lips onto my cheek and I feel my cheeks get warmer.

"Thank you!" When he pulls away, I slug him in the arm.

"You're lucky you have such an awesome fiance," I joke, lying in the sand. I resume making a sand angel before the tide shoots up and fills it with salty water. He offers to get some beers with a fake ID he got in Oregon and I ask him to bring me two. He laughs, running to the shacks, kicking up sand in his wake. It's hard to believe that about six months ago, I was still in that crappy home with Azula. And it's harder to believe that I broke Sokka out of jail, we haven't been captured, and everyone else involved was safe as kittens. But that's what's bothering about me about this whole going back thing. True, I hate snow with a passion, but it kind of worries me that we're going back to where it all happened. Ohev stabbing Azula, everyone coming together, me meeting this thug-boy in the record shop: they're all these amazing memories I have that'll never go away.

Y'know, unless I get Alzheimers or something.

Oh, and did I mention Sokka's into chick flicks now?

Yes, it's true. My brave and strong warrior-man has a sudden soft spot and that spot, my friends, is chick flicks. We watch them all the time (well, he

watches them. I have to listen). I dont remember how he got hooked on them but all I know it that whenever we stroll by a movie theater, he checks all the posters for new movies. I, of course, prefer those pyschological thriller movies and some action-y ones...and also those cool, doesn't-realy-have-a-genre movies. Horror is okay. I'm not all that scared, but I can never see anyone sneaking up on the other people with a knife. All I hear is screaming so that kind of sucks ass. And sci-fi, I hear, has 'the coolest graphics, man' but, uh, does the word blind mean anything to you people? So movies are not really my thing. Music, on the other hand...

Sokka returns with the drinks and we come to the final agreement that it'll take about a week to get to our old town so we'll leave tomorrow to spend the last two weeks of December there, meaning Christmas and New Years.

"Thanks, Tophy-Wophy," he taunts, nudging my arm with his elbow. I smirk, taking a quick sip.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," is my reply. I grab his neck, deciding to give him a real kiss, not the whimpy version he gave me before. But everytime we kiss, it turns into something a little more intense (if you know what I mean), which resulted in us being banned from the beach after the lifegaurd found us fourty feet from the cluster-fuck of people. It was broad daylight.

The first day of the trip goes like this:

"I'm hungry."

"I'm tired. Toph, you drive." A glare that says '...Are you fucking with me?' meets his eyes and he laughs, turning back to the road.

"Oh! Toph, *insert chick flick's name here* is playing in the next town. Let's go see it." I turn the wheel sharply as he's about to pull into the next town. A car honks at us, frustrated.

"Let's not and say we did."

The second, like this:

"Hangin' out! Down the street! The same ol' thing! We did last week! Not a thing to do...but talk to you! We're all alright! We're all alright! Hello Wisconsin!" we sing crappily.

"We should hit up Las Vegas next," I say.

"Again?"

"Hell yeah again!"

The third like this:

We pick up a hitch-hiker who's name is Morgan. He's a dude.

"Morgan? That's a chick's name," I chuckle.

"So?"

"That's almost as bad as being a guy named Leslie!"

"...My dad's name is Leslie."

Drop the hitch-hiker named Leslie off on the side of the road, where he continues searching for a "less annoying car ride".

Day four goes a little like this:

Sleep all day.

Day five:

"Fuck this!" I shout, ripping the map in two.

"Toph!"

"No. Fuck this map, fuck this car, fuck Christmas!"

"We're already more than halfway there!" he retorts.

"I'm walking back to Florida!" I shout stupidly. I kick the car door open. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for me to back. Well, I wont...holy SHIT!

I slip back into the car, rubbing my feet. "...There's snow outside," I retort angrily. I hear a little laugh escape him as he pulls off from the side of the road, and I swing my fist into his arm.

Day six goes something along the lines of:

"You sure we're outta gas?" I ask.

"It's on E," he replies, tapping the meter.

"You know what we have to do?" I ask. He sighs.

"Yeah." We walk through the harsh snow, pushing our car through this insane blizzard. We're in the gas station parking lot (Sokka tells me, I can't feel anything because of the snow and boots) as a tow truck pulls up alongside us, asking if we need a tow and lift. I groan and let my head fall on the trunk as Sokka face palms.

Day Seven, we arrive.

"We're home," Sokka says giddily as we pass the sign welcoming us to the town.

Hoped you liked the first chapter. It's mostly a filler/ build-up chapter. Nothing too important here really.

I hope all you Zutarians who read the first one read this one still...even if I tell you it's Kataang. *Prepares to be mauled (not in the good way) to death by Zutarian mobs*

Until the next chapter,

Peace, L.