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Slutever
Isi walked into the dorm hall. The Academy of the Avatar was a massive school in Ba-Sing-Se. Isi had to walk up a massive hill just to get to Fire Dorm. Her heels click clacked on the floor as she walked the linoleum. She flipped her silver hair over her shoulder as she walked. Imagining she was the center of attention, she flashed a smile at no one in particular.
"Isi!" Zuko called from his room, R6.
She looked back, realizing that she had passed by his room. She smiled. "Hi Zuuks."
She clacked her way to Zuko and sauntered into his room.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, closing the door after them.
Zuko's roommate, Sokka quickly shut his computer and stood to greet Isi. "Hey."
She smiled to him, "Hi."
"What's new?" Sokka asked idly.
"Nothing really. Oh, I discovered peppermint ice-cream. It changed my life."
Sokka smiled. "I know! It's the best limited edition flavor."
"It's the only flavor of ice-cream that needs to exist, basically." Isi sat on Zuko's bed, kicking off her shoes and letting them clatter to the floor.
"My feelings exactly."
"I'm glad," Zuko began, walking over to Isi and sitting next to her, "You two are able to have insipid conversations about insipid topics, but wouldn't you prefer to do it at a time when you have nothing to do?"
"Beats studying," Isi shrugged.
"Very true," Sokka agrees.
"I hate you both."
Isi looked up to her boyfriend. "We all have feelings, you're not special."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means sharing your feeling is unnecessary," Sokka says.
"You get me."
"Isi, you've got seven seconds before you're kicked out and studying on your own."
"Oh no, not solitude!" she mocked. "Slutever shall I do?"
"7, 6, 5."
"What does 'slutever' even mean?" Sokka asked.
"Your mom."
Sokka blinks. "My mom is dead."
"3?" Zuko asked, now questioning his method.
"Yeah. My mouth ignores my brain sometimes. Sorry."
Sokka shrugged, "Nothing's going to happen if we just talk about it."
"That's the spirit."
"Aw, fuck it," Zuko says loudly, "No one ever listens to me anyway."
"No truer words have ever been spoken," Isi said.
"Agreed," Sokka said. He took out his ponytail, re-doing it.
"I hate you both."
"Omo*! Ghosts!" Isi exclaimed.
"When Zuko gets back I'll tell him about the demons possessing his side of the room." Sokka laughed loudly.
"Why wait, call him now," Isi turned and looked at Zuko. "Oh shit! He's here now!"
"When'd you get here, bro?"
Zuko flipped Sokka a rather rude finger.
"Flip burgers, not fingers!" Isi said, smiling at her made up saying.
Isi and Sokka exchanged a look and cracked up.
"Alright," Sokka said, grabbing his jacket from his bed and walking to the door. "We're done. We'll joke later, Isi."
"Of course!" she said. "Don't hurt yourself on the way there!"
Before slamming the door, Sokka looked at Isi and said, "I can never tell if you're being sincere or joking when you say that."
"Sincere!" she said quietly to the closed metal door.
Zuko let out a sigh of relief. He kissed his girlfriend's pouting lip. "Can we start now?"
"Studying is so boring," Isi sighed. She flopped back onto Zuko's bed.
"Yeah," Zuko said, "But we've got to do it. You're not exactly the best at Physics, so you need me to tutor you. Sit up, were starting."
"So demanding," she joked, shaking her shoulders.
"Come on Isi, we've got to start! You're going to get kicked out in an hour, so we've got to start."
"Fine," she said, lifting her body. "Where's the textbook?"
Zuko stood and walked to his desk.
"Look, you're not even ready!" she whined.
Zuko looked back at her, "You're being really annoying. Why are you being so annoying?"
"I'm not being annoying! I'm always like this."
"You're acting like a four year old." Zuko said. He took the thick Psychics textbook from his desk and sat on Sokka's bed across from Isi. He silently flipped through the textbook and glared at it's context.
Isi looked up at Zuko. She reached her arm out, planning to place it onto his knee and say words of apology. Before she could, her hand shot back as the door opened.
"Left my wallet," Sokka said, reaching under his pillow for his brown wallet.
They both looked at the tan boy, their eyes pleading 'Get me out of here'.
"Uhm, do you guys want to go out with the rest of the gAang?" Sokka asked.
"Yes, please," they both said, standing. They both grabbed their shoes, preparing to run out of the room.
"Did you bring a coat?" Zuko asked Isi, picking up his jacket from his closet.
"Nope," she said.
He handed her a sweater of his to her and she smiled. "Thank you."
She put of his sweater and took his hand.
"What were you guys doing in there?" Sokka asked, locking the door behind his roommate.
"Studying," they both said at the same time.
"Doubt it."
Isi hiccuped as she sipped her Sprite. Zuko wrapped his arm around her shoulder and muzzled into her neck, "Are you okay?"
She nodded, "Yeah," she ended her sentence with a hiccup as well.
"Well aren't you two lovely dovey?" Toph asked. She picked up her burger and bit into it as her glasses slipped down the pale bridge of her nose.
"Yup," Aang said, smiling at his friends. He pushed Toph's glasses up her nose.
"Thank you," she said, her mouth full of ground meat.
Sokka swiped a fry from Zuko's plate while his face was still buried in Isi's hair. He winked at the silver haired girl.
She winked back and shrugged her shoulders up and down. "Get off and eat your food before it gets cold."
"You guys are way too into each other," Katara said, snorting.
"We are the perfect amount of into each other, thank you very much," Isi said.
"Yeah," Zuko said.
Isi turned to him and blinked, "If you're not going to say anything intelligent, keep your beautiful mouth shut please."
Zuko opened it to say something, but she kissed him quickly to shut him up. It worked.
"See, the perfect amount."
Omo = Oh my god! or Oh dear!