I disclaim my rights to Avatar. Except Zuko. He's miiiiiine.
A/N: continuing the Zutara notion from previously…
Katara hated summer. She hated the sticky humidity of the air, the blistering nights, everything about it. She preferred winter: holiday baking, blizzards, snowball fights with friends. The only redeeming feature summer had was swimming. Somehow, relaxing in the cool water never failed to quell her doubts about summer. Every year she tried too early to get into the pool, and every year she had a cold while the others were swimming. This year, however, was different. This year she had forsaken the traditional late-May swim in favor of staying healthy, and it was this year she would finally make it to one of Zuko's legendary birthday pool-parties. Walking through the back yard gate, beach ball in hand, she surveyed the turnout. So far it was just Yue and Haru, both applying sunblock, another reason to hate summer. Looking to the left, she saw Zuko and Azula walking toward a table, snacks in hand. Then again, she thought, eyeing a bare-chested Zuko in his swim trunks, maybe summer's not so bad after all.
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