Yeah, hi, this is my first Avatar fanfic and my first fanfic on this site, so please excuse it if it's stupid lol. Obviously though I want opinions, ways to make it better, etc. C: And also, I'm writing a Zutara fanfic so I don't feel like the exact script like on the shows work for it, so I'm not going to directly follow the episodes and how they work (:.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar.

Katara made her way to her room in the western air temple. She was still furious with Zuko no matter whose side he claimed to be on. She was certain that he was lying, even if Toph sensed that he wasn't. Toph couldn't sense when Azula was lying, so why if Azula was his sister would Toph be able to sense Zuko's lies? They were both, in fact, equally evil according to Katara.

Zuko was sitting on her bed, waiting for the waterbender to come into the room. He was trying to think of what to say to her, having no idea that she was only ten seconds away. He contemplated begging for forgiveness, again. All he wanted was to be accepted by her- by all of them. He was already accepted by Aang and partially by Sokka and Toph. Toph was the last one on his list to impress. He hardly spoke to her, and she seemed at ease with him being here, so he didn't worry about her. He stood up and made his way to the door, about to storm off because he couldn't come up with anything clever enough to impress the watertribe girl. He panicked when he heard footsteps right outside the door, and he stumbled backwards into the closet just as she opened the door.

She marched to her bed and flopped down. She groaned slightly- a sound that made Zuko shiver. He could sense that she was in pain, but he had no idea why. The sun was already down, and he figured he would wait until she fell asleep and sneak out. From the crack in the door, he saw Katara get up and walk over to the small table in which she kept her belongings. His eyes widened as he saw her remove her clothes. Well, only her blue watertribe clothes. She kept on her white underclothes. He knew he's seen in it a billion times because she practiced in it to keep her clothes from getting wet. It's not like it even showed anything, but it showed a lot more that her usual attire.

Zuko sucked in a breath, realizing how mature Katara was. He remembered the young, child-like girl he'd first met. Well… not really met, per say, more like fought. She had grown so much, developing a woman-like face and body. She even wore her hair down now, instead of her old braid. Zuko smiled when he remembered the braid. He definitely liked her hair better down compared to her braid, but he still thought it was… cute. Zuko frowned, realizing what he was thinking. No, he couldn't be thinking of Katara like that. He didn't find her attractive. No, there was no way. Was there? He shook his head and closed his eyes. When they opened, he realized Katara had retreated back to her bed. He wondered how long he'd have to stay hidden.

He waited for about two hours, just to be sure. He wouldn't risk being caught. That would be awkward. Zuko wanted to kick himself from even going into her room in the first place. He took a quiet step out of the closet and glanced at Katara. He almost gasped when he saw her face. She looked so gentle and innocent, happy. It was the first time he'd seen her without an angry expression when it was just the two of them. He wondered what she was dreaming about. Her hair lay loose and scattered; a few pieces were placed on her face. He wanted so badly to stroke her soft, gentle face, but he held back and slowly backed out of the room. And right into Aang.

"Zuko? What are you doing here?" Aang asked. He didn't even seem suspicious.

"Uh… looking for you…" Zuko lied.

Aang glanced into Katara's opened door. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" Zuko shot back at him. His cheeks were burning from being caught.

"I was coming to check on Katara. She seemed pretty angry earlier. Why were you looking for me?" he asked, growing suspicious.

Zuko racked his thoughts and came up blank. "I… needed some advice."

"Oh," Aang smiled, "Well my room is down the next hall, you must've got lost. Anyways, what advice did you need?" he asked. "Is it about Mai?" he immediately regretted asking that. Zuko cringed at her name.

"Actually, never mind. I don't want to talk about her. I changed my mind," he said, hoping he convinced the Avatar that that had been it though.

"Oh… well if you ever need to talk about her, or anything, I'm here," Aang said with a huge smile.

"Thanks," Zuko said flatly. "I'm gonna head to bed," he bowed and walked off.

He had no idea how Aang managed to be so happy and helpful. Zuko was the complete opposite of him. He saw why Katara loved the young avatar.

It was early morning, and the light was shining through Katara's window. She woke up suddenly and realized she should've been awake already. Why had no one woken her up? She was supposed to make breakfast at sunrise so that everyone could eat when they woke up. She wondered outside after having dressed. She saw that someone had made breakfast already and she frowned. Then she saw Aang serving breakfast.

"How come no one woke me up? I would've made breakfast. I always make breakfast," she stated.

Everyone turned and could see she was hurt. Had they not wanted her there? Why hadn't they woken her?

"Katara, we thought it would be best for you to rest. You've seemed very stressed lately," Aang explained.

"Well I'm fine. I like to make breakfast. You should've woken me," she said, but she was no longer angry.

"I'm sorry," Aang bowed his head and led her to the table.

Aang smiled and served her breakfast. Katara thanked her and began eating. Zuko locked eyes with her for a second but he quickly looked away, his face turning a bright shade of red. She wondered why, but said nothing.

Katara ate happily, thinking of a new move she was working on. She was trying to think of ways to spice it up when she found her eyes searching for the firebender. They once again locked eyes and this time, she decided to ask him after breakfast what his problem was. She would've asked now, but Sokka and Aang were in the middle of discussing battle plans. The waterbender and firebender locked eyes a few more times before breakfast ended. By then, Katara's anger had risen and she marched to Zuko's room where he had retreated to a few minutes before. But when she got there, she found that he wasn't there. She turned back and saw Zuko standing in the doorway, blocking her in.

"I think you're in the wrong room," he said, taking a step forward. He was intentionally blocking her way out now. The door slowly closed behind him on its own. "Or did you mean to come here?"

Katara angrily pushed him, "You know why I'm here!" she shouted.

"I don't, actually," he said. He could tell she was getting frustrated. That made him smile a little.

"What's so funny? And why did you keep looking at me at breakfast!" she was getting angrier.

"You were the one looking at me!" he accused.

"Excuse me? Why would I want to look at you? I-"

Zuko interrupted her by pulling her to him and pressing his lips to hers. He didn't know why he did it, probably just to get her to shut up, but something about it made him want more- electricity racing through him as fast as the adrenaline. Katara was pushing him away but he refused to let go until he ran out of breath. They were both panting, but that didn't stop Katara from slapping him. He was prepared for her anger, but he was not prepared for her tears. They came so suddenly, and she covered her face. Somehow, no matter how angry he was with her, this made his heart ache.

He opened his mouth to try and say something comforting, but no words came out. Katara looked up at him, anger in her eyes. "If you ever," she warned, her voice low and taunting, "ever kiss me again I will beat the living crap out of you."

She put her hand on her necklace and marched right past Zuko. He smirked a little at her words. He was pleased with how angry she was, even though he loved the kiss.