AN: This is a random story that came to me as I was trying to fall asleep. This is just going to be a random free write (possibly some drabbles) to clear my mind so I can write my other two stories better and an outlet to get rid of that cursed writers block. I hope it works out. It is in Zuko's POV.

Scared of the Storm

It was a week into our summer vacation when my friend Sokka called me up and asked me to come over for the weekend since his dad, Hakoda, wasn't there. I'm not sure why, but Hakoda has never really liked me. Sokka said that it was because Katara used to date this guy named Jet, and I remind his dad of him. I don't know if that is true or not, but I really want Hakoda to like me.

Since I was no longer staying with my dad and sister, I knew my uncle would let me go. I decided to leave him a note telling him where I was going to be, and when I would be back. When I had finished writing the note, I went up to my room, on the second story of Uncle's house, and began to pack the stuff I would need.

Of course there were clothes, black and dark blue jeans, my red, white, and black flame shirt, and a gray shirt with my name on the back, and lightning bolts on the front. I also packed my bathing suit and a towel, because I knew for a fact, Sokka has an amazing pool at his house. I also took my laptop, iPod, and iPhone. Shoving all of this into my black backpack, I grabbed a white and silver hoodie, and left my room. Taking the stairs two at a time, I grabbed my keys, and left the house. After locking the door, I hopped onto my motorcycle and I was soon zipping down the road.

Ten minutes later, I was at Sokka's house. I parked my bike near his car, shouldered my bag, and went to knock on their front door. However, after I knocked, it wasn't Sokka who answered, it was his sister Katara.

Smiling at me she said, "Ok so no offense, but why are you at my house?" Looking down at his feet awkwardly Zuko realized three things. Number one was that Katara probably didn't know he was staying at their house for the weekend. Number two was that I would be sleeping in a room across from her, and number three, was that he outfit made her look amazing.

She was wearing light blue jean short shorts that were almost white, and a low cut neon green tank top. Her entire outfit seemed to pop off of her dark skin, and her hair was in a high pony tail.

"Hello? Earth to Zuko!" she said waving her hand in front of my face. When I looked up at her, her eyes showed confusion and happiness.

Is she happy to see me? No way that's crazy. Girls like her don't like guys like me, I thought grimly. Rubbing the back of my head nervously, I told her that Sokka had invited me over.

An array of emotions passed on her face before finally settling on one, joy. The she said, "This is great! Now Sokka won't be a loner with Suki over." Before I could process what she just said, Katara pulled me inside and shut the door. "Sokka, Zuko's here!" she called walking towards the kitchen.

"Great, tell him to put his stuff in my room!" Sokka yelled back. It sounded like he was in the backyard, and he was probably swimming.

"Well, you heard him," Katara said, turning her attention back to me, "You remember where it is right?"

"Yeah," I told her, "Second door on the left."

"Yep, you got it. If you brought your bathing suit, you should probably put it on. We'll be swimming if you want to join us," she told me, turning to go out the glass door that leads to their backyard.

"Uh, ok," I said, still very confused about what was happening. I wasn't going to question anything, though. A weekend away from my tea loving uncle and with my best friends? I'm not messing this up.

I walked upstairs, and found Sokka's room. It was mess, but that's nothing unusual. Changing my clothes quickly, I pulled on my flame swim trunks, and grabbed my towel. I put my clothes back in my bag, and went downstairs, and out the same door that Katara left through. The moment I left the house, I almost fainted at the sight in front of me.

There was Katara, stripping off her clothes, for her bathing suit that was underneath them. It took me a minute to figure out exactly why she was stripping, but after I did, all I could do was stare. It wasn't like I hadn't seen her in a bathing suit before, no it was that this time, she was wearing a bikini. Not just any bikini, a black and silver bikini that showed off her mocha skin, and toned body wonderfully. Those just happen to be two of my favorite colors. Coincidence? Probably, but it was a wonderful one.

Before I got caught staring, I walked around her and threw my towel down. Then, I jumped into the, thankfully ice cold, pool, splashing Katara in the process. When I resurfaced, Katara was almost falling over the edge of the extremely deep end.

"Ahhhh!" she shrieked, finally falling in and hitting her head on the ladder in the process. Sokka yelled her name, but I didn't hear him because I was too busy diving under and grabbing Katara.

Bringing her up to the surface and sitting her on the edge of the pool I said, "Katara? Katara can you hear me?" When I didn't get an answer, I began to get worried. Did she black out? I thought, but before I could check to see if she was breathing, she kicked the water in front of her and splashed me.

"Ha! Now you know how it feels to be splashed!" she said, crossing her arms triumphantly.

By the time I had recovered from the attack, I was furious. "Katara Oran, never ever do that again! I was so worried when I saw you hit your head, then fall in!" I told her, while inspecting her head and arms for cuts or bumps.

"You were worried about me?" she said looking back up at me hopefully.

I realized what she was getting at and I blushed. "Of course I was worried! You're my best friend!" I told her.

"Oh well, I'm fine," she said dejectedly, pulling away from me, "I'm just gonna go inside and get some ice for my head." With that she left and went inside.

"Smooth move, Romeo," I heard Sokka say. That comment just made me blush even more.

"What are you talking about, Sokka?" I asked swimming over to where he was sitting, on the edge of the pool.

"I'm talking about you having the hots for my sister," he replied with certainty.

Again, more blushing (if that was even possible) when I said that I didn't.

"Zuko, don't lie to me. I know you like her and that's ok. I'm glad it's you and not someone else," he told me.

"What do you mean someone else?" I asked curiously, pulling myself up to sit beside him.

"Well, I know every guy my sister has ever liked or was in love with," he explained," I'm not completely sure, but I think you are one of them."

Katara likes me? Like I like her? I thought. Wanting to hear more, I motioned for him to continue.

"Well, first there was Jet. He used Katara, in more ways than one, then, tried to rape her. Well, now he has a restraining order to keep him away from her. Next, there was Haru. He was nice, but once Ty Lee noticed him, he left Katara heartbroken, and last, there was Aang. He was a real good kid, but was really obsessive. He followed her everywhere. Eventually, Katara left him because of it. She felt so bad about hurting him she stayed in her room for a week," he told me. I still didn't see where this involved me, so I just sat there, looking very confused. Sighing he continued, "Basically, with each one of those guys, Katara acted one way, and she is acting like that again. It took me a while to figure out, but when she skipped to the door to let you in, I realized it was you."

Still confused I said, "Um, ok? So she likes me?"

"Yes, and all I'm saying, is that if you hurt her, I will never forgive you, and neither will she. You're the first guy she has fallen for this hard, so don't mess it up," he told me. "Why don't you go check on her? I'm positive she would enjoy your company," he said with a suggestive look. Rolling my eyes I got up and walked towards the house.