A/N: I am way too obsessed with writing on this site. I don't want to update any of my other stories until I get at least one review, but I am obsessed with writing:(. So, I decided to chase one of the crazy ideas in my head.
I opened the door to my dorm room, expecting my roommate to be there. "Kiraaaa!" I yelled. There was no reply, which was strange because we both took the same classes at UGA. I walked past our little makeshift living room in the kitchen, and approached my desk on our room. We are HUGE Avatar junkies, so we had this habit where we screamed hello to our favorite characters when we entered our bedroom.
"Hi Toph! Hey Zuko! Wuzzup' Sokka?" I screamed. There was a noise from my bed when I said Zuko's name. I shrugged it off, Kira and I always argued about Tokka/Toko.
"Kira, why are you on my bed?" I asked, addressing the figure whose arm was hanging over my top bunk. Just then, the door slammed.
"Hey Jennie, guess what I got? It's Starbucks day!" A voice exclaimed, and it sounded a lot like Kira. I ran into the kitchen, and stopped dead when I realized it WAS Kira.
"Kira! You have to come quick, someone's on my bed! I thought it was you!" I yelled, gesturing frantically to the bedroom.
"All right, all right, but this better not be another trick." She grumbled. I pulled Her into the room, playfully wailing about intruders. It was an ongoing joke between us, one of us pretends there is an intruder, gets the other one really scared, then reveals it all as a bluff.
"Oh Agni, Jennie, you weren't kidding." Kira said grimly when she saw the person. Another joke. We love using Avatar spirit names instead of saying 'oh God'. We slowly climbed the ladder, and I swore the girls the next door over heard our fangirl screams when we saw the angst bucket in a hot body who was somehow on my bed.
"Is Episode 1 Zuko seriously on my bed? Kira did you see his face, that's the most innocent look he's ever had in armor!" I screamed.
"I know right!" She screamed back. Of course, we fangirled so loudly that we woke him up. What he said was the funniest thing ever.
"Uncle! Where is all this screaming coming from?" He yelled. Then he turned and saw us, and he was so surprised by our presence that gave out a high-pitched scream and promptly fell off the bunk.
Kira and I were in total fan girl mode. "You know what we should do?" I asked her as we jumped down the ladder and approached a very dazed Zuko.
"Use him as a model for fanart? Totally!" She said, pulling up her rolliechair and pulled him into it.
I grinned as I acted out how we would do it. "Come on, hold still, I have to trace your face!" I held up an imaginary paper to Zuko's face and traced it with my finger.
"Come stand next to this cardboard cutout of Katara so I can sketch your love for her!" Kira said, hugging an imaginary life-size cutout.
"Ooh! I got one!" I squealed, then paused for emphasis. Kira motioned frantically for me to continue. "Zuko, come kneel next to this cutout of Toph! And put on this leash for kicks!" I said. Then I changed my expression to horrified and I ran around, yelling, "No, don't break the leash! I payed five bucks for that!"
By then, Zuko was aware of us. I stopped running in circles and started laughing with my best friend. He looked at us and his expression was so confused that he almost looked as cute as his depressed face in season three. Kira had turned around to bring in our Starbucks, probably wanting to see his reaction to the bubbles.
"Kira...Turn around." I said, backing away in an attempt not to collapse and hug him like he was a child.
She ignored me, saying, "What, are you scared of his angry face? You should have been used to it by episode five of Season one."
"Oh, just turn around." I snapped. When she did, she gasped. We stood there in shocked silence for a minute, anticipating what he was going to say.
"What's a leash?" He asked, looking so innocent he made Aang look devious. Neither of us answered him, just turned and whispered to each other.
"Jennie, have you realized what we have done? We have confused him so much that he isn't mad at all." Kira whispered, eyes wide.
"It's a feat of nature. Is this Season three Zuko dressed up as his Season one self? Cause if not then we have broken the awesomest male character in Avatar." I replied, glancing over my shoulder at him. Thankfully, his expression had returned to his normal annoyed look.
After we got over the initial shock, Kira and I started arguing over him while he sulked in the corner. We finally agreed that it would not fit to have him use in either of our beds, so we told him he was free to sleep on the couch. Thankfully, he seemed to know what a couch was.
A few minutes later, we tried and failed to suppress our giggles as we convinced him to try coffee. As soon as he drank just a little, a look of pure disgust took over his face. Kira pouted and I cheered. Kira was the only one who liked coffee, so I tried desperately to get him to try my decaf Frappe Chino.
"I'm gonna tell Azula you're too much of a baby to try liquid chocolate!" I teased, knowing very well that my comment hit a nerve.
Zuko scowled, snatching the cup from me. He took a small sip, and I relished in the fact that his expression was neutral instead of the same disgust as before. Of course, he didn't want any more either, but it was better that the soft curses that had followed Kira's coffee.
"I told you Kira! Chocolate forever!" I did my victory dance, grinning madly at my pouting friend. "Oh cheer up. I'm sure he'll like something of yours." I said. I threw my arm over she shoulders, gesturing with my other towards the ceiling like it was the sky.
"Think of all the things we can do!" I said, using a voic. that sounded cryptic and wondrous.
Kira's pout turned into a devious smile that matched mine. "Oh Yea."