I live! Hopefully my skills aren't too rusty...if this is awful that's why. When did I finish White Silk Handbag? Back when I was a freshman?
This is a little oneshot, modern, that I thought of while listening to "Callin' Baton Rouge" by Garth Brooks.
Disclaimer: Somethings never change, including the fact that I don't own Avatar (if I did, oooh would Zuko runaway!) and Nick does. Don't own the song that inspired this either.
Zuko groaned. What was he doing, stopping at every gas station between Dallas and Baton Rogue? He was already seeing someone for the love of all things holy! He should not be calling her at every stop he makes when Mai is waiting for him back home.
Mai is nothing like Katara, though, he reminded himself, thinking of last night. Damn that wine…he couldn't remember what he was sure were the best parts…
The young man pulled over and banged his head on the steering wheel. "Why does this have to be so difficult?" he muttered. He pulled out his cell phone and pressed "2".
"Zuko?" Katara sounded happy to hear him again. "What is it?"
"Katara, I'll see you again in a few weeks, okay? There's something I've got to take care of back home."
Dudes, review if just to tell me this sucks. Or to give me ideas...I'll take anything!