-Zuko's Point Of View-

I watched her go, and sighed. What did I do? How could this have possibly happened? I stood there hating myself for a good two minutes before I realized Aang was talking. "...THEN we could work on fire-bending from my staff!" He held it up, in case I'd forgotten what his staff was. "What do you think?" he asked, giving me a huge grin. "Don't you think that would cause some issues?" I prompted. He looked confused. "What?" I tapped his staff. "Wood. Wood burns." he looked crestfallen. I sighed, and said, "I'm going to take a nap." I sulked off to my room, and flopped onto my bed. It was not okay for me to have fallen for a girl like this. Katara! The Avatar's girl! He loved her, everyone knew. It was not a very well-kept secret. But that didn't stop me from imagining every inch of those beautiful brown curves every time I closed my eyes. It didn't stop me from wanting to hold her, to have her, to kiss her, to love her. I wanted her, on a physical level, but the more time I spent with her, I found myself falling for her even more. It didn't make any sense: the colder she was to me, the more I fell for her. I saw how she acted to all the other members of our little group, and I couldn't help admiring her. She was so strong... and I had actually tried that stupid "wash my shirt" trick. God damn, I was so STUPID! I curled in a ball in my bed and tried to clear my head of the gorgeous girl from the South Pole.

-Katara's POV-

After Aang and I cooked dinner, He set places out. Sokka was busy polishing his sword, and Toph had just returned from her explorative adventures in the Temple - nobody actually knew where she had gone - so I had to get Zuko for dinner. I walked to his room, getting angrier with each step. Why did I have to get him? They KNEW how I felt about him. They didn't need to rub it in. Ugh, sometimes I could just... ugh. I arrived at his door and knocked on it. "Not now, Aang, I'm busy!" he said. Well, you know what, that just DID it! I had come all this way; I was going to bring him back. Practically physically bubbling with rage, I threw open the door. I stopped cold when I saw him, and I almost passed out. From the waist down, he was NAKED! I let out a shrill cry and spun around, putting my hands over my eyes, but I had already seen too much. "Will you put some CLOTHES ON?!" I shrieked. "I TOLD YOU I WAS BUSY!" he shouted, struggling to pull on some pants. "You could have mentioned that you WEREN'T WEARING PANTS!" I tapped my foot, impatient. "You know what? I just came to tell you that dinner's ready. No need for me to wait around. See you there." I began to walk away. "I told you not to come in, Katara! I'm sorry, okay?" he shouted after me. I kept going. As I walked away, I began to take stock of my feelings. I was more confused than ever; Zuko really passed me off, but I guess this wasn't entirely his fault. I mean, he said not to come in... But, no, that didn't matter! He could have said he was naked. Ugh. At the same time... There were parts of me, deep parts of me, that were not as upset as they should have been about everything I had seen. His... Thing - I don't know what to call it, ew - when I saw it, I felt... A new feeling. A good feeling. And now I couldn't stop thinking about the shirtless Zuko I had experienced earlier. Suddenly, the Idea of being near him wasn't quite so repulsive. But just because a guy is attractive, that doesn't mean I can excuse all the terrible things he did! And I can't! Upon arriving back to the common area, I sat down at the table. "Sugar queen! Took you long enough. We thought you might have fallen to your death. Where's Sparky?" I sighed, aggravated. "He's coming. Maybe." I ate my dinner, trying to sort out my thoughts.