Sokka walked purposefully down a path leading further into the woods. The leaves were a beautiful red-orange color and light was filtering through the canopy above. There was a crunch of leaves behind him, and Sokka spun around. Nothing. Strange he could have sworn he heard someone. It was probably just a one of Jet’s child warriors running about…but this was off limits to the freedom fighters. Jet made that abundantly clear. It wasn’t dangerous but it bordered fire nation territory. And Jet- Jet the jerk. So arrogant and cocky, but sooo hot. They were both seventeen, and Jet was irresistibly sexy.
Sokka’s pants began to tighten. Every time he thought of Jet lately he began to feel funny. His plump lips, his long curly hair…he could never let anyone know that he liked Jet as if he liked a women.