Author's note- I love, love, love Beka and Rosto, so I hope you like these drabbles. :D Sorry I haven't updated any of my Zutara fanfics lately. I'm having a major writer's block and Zuko absolutely refuses to say or do what I tell him to. He's being so typically male. Ugh. :) Anyway, please read and review.
Disclaimer- I don't own what I don't own. ;P
Infuriating
Beka slammed her door in frustration. Rosto was one of the most annoying, obnoxious, infuriatingly charming coves that she'd ever had to deal with. Why couldn't he get it through his thick skull that she didn't and would never love him? Not only was he on the wrong side of the law, but he was the King of the Rogue for crying out loud. She sighed as she slumped against the door in exhaustion. She didn't have time to deal with her feelings for Rosto, or the lack thereof. She was a Dog. She had a job to do.
Ok. I know what you're thinking. It was short. Duh. That's why it's called a drabble silly. :) Anyway, more to come, so please review. More reviews= faster updates. :)