Ok, so this is my way of keeping the brain creative juices flowing, like an infinite supply of orange juice! Or I guess if you don't like OJ, you can probably think of a juice you DO like.
Without Further Adieu,
I Present to You,
I Have Changed…
"I THOUGHT YOU HAD CHANGED!" Katara yelled at Zuko, flailing her arms in the air.
"I HAVE changed!" He hollered back, infuriated with her.
"No… you have disgraced everything I stand for!" She stood on her tiptoes, looking at Zuko straight in the eye.
"What are you talking about?" Zuko pushed her off her tiptoes so they were at their original heights.
"You wore the same dress robe to the last party Ty Lee and Sokka invited us to!" Katara tugged on his black robe.
"I mean, we all know that Sokka doesn't even like you to begin with." She took a few paces back. "What would he say if he saw you in the same outfit?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"He's a guy, he wouldn't notice." Zuko shrugged.
"YES HE WOULD!" Katara hollered.
"Chill out, don't take your PMSing out on me, Katara." Katara got all fired up; she wasn't PMSing. How dare he even think that?!
"URRGH! You make me so mad!" She threw herself onto their bed, fed up with Zuko and his clothing habits. "Why'd I even marry you?" Katara wondered aloud. Zuko walked over to Katara and put a hand on each side of her.
"This is why." Zuko bent down and kissed Katara passionately. She returned his kiss, until they were forced to separate in order to breathe. Katara brushed his shaggy hair away from his face.
"Oh yeah." Katara smiled. "I still haven't figured out how you did that thing with your tongue." Katara giggled. Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Now go change."
"Damn it…" Zuko sighed and grabbed something from his closet, then went into the other room. Katara bit her bottom lip and smiled at how whipped Zuko was. Katara stood up and smoothed her azure dress and fixed her hair.
"Works every time…"
Lawl, I had fun with this one. Zuko is so Katara's bitch. Well, hope you enjoyed.
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