Seriously I would like to know who thinks that people who write stuff for a fan fiction site owns anything of what they're writing about. 'cause I don't own it and you don't own it and it just seems slightly ridiculous to me. Anyways, on with the story!

It was the last class of the day and Katara had Biology. They sat at lab tables and she was stuck with the most anti-social person she had ever met. His hair was in his face and he barely even looked at her or anybody else for that matter. Their asssignment was to fill out this questionaire about their lab partner. Everybody else was already chatting it up while they just sat their kind of awkwardly. She decided to be the one to break the silence.

"So question number one is 'What's your name?' so what's your name?" She poised her pencil over the first line of their worksheet ready to write down his response.

"Zuko." He barely mumbled it. It was that new girl he had seen earlier. Why did she have to be his lab partner? He had seen her periodically through the day. She was one of those people that always seemed to see the good side of every situation. He didn't always get along with those people. He always saw the bad in every situation.

"Cool name. Do you spell it.." Here it is. He got ready to correct her spelling. Nobody ever spelled his name and when people saw it written down they always mispronounced it. "..Z-U-K-O?"

"No it's... actually yes. That's how you spell my name." He seemed surprised that she had gotten the spelling right. He was actually looking at her a bit now. He had the most beautiful eyes she had every seen a boy. They were oddly yellowish and brownish so that in the right light they almost seemed like they were golden. She smiled at him.

"My name's Katara. K-A-T-A-R-A. People mispell my name all the time too. Believe me, I get how you feel." He looked at her in a new light. She was making an effort to be friendly with him. Most people gave up after he brushed them off a few times and they had spent the first few minutes in awkward silence. She had these gorgeous big blue eyes. How could he have missed those before? He wrote her name down on his paper.

"Next question then... What's your favorite color?"

"Red."

"Really? I've never understood why people like the color red. It's the color of blood and war and destruction and lust and bad sorts of things." He started at her honesty.

"I like it because it's the color of fire. While fire does destroy things it also gives new life. It clears the way of already dead things for new things to grow and make it more beautiful again." She titled her head to the side and seemed to contemplate this for a moment.

"I've never thought about it that way. I suppose that you're right."

"What's your favorite color then Katara?"

"Blue. Like the water." He laughed a bit as he wrote this down. She seemed to be his total polar opposite.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. Just how opposite we are." She thought about this too for a moment and then started to nod in agreement.

"Wow, I guess you're right. Let's keep going and see how different we really are." They completed the worksheet before everybody else and looked at the result. They didn't agree on a single topic mentioned on the assignment. He liked red. She liked blue. He liked Chinese food. She like Italian. He liked the morning. She liked the night. They were like yin and yang. They looked at the sheet and then at each other.

"I thought that we'd have agreed on at least one thing..."

"Guess not."

"Do you think that we'll get along then? If you're like fire and I'm like water how's that going to work. I'm not a genius but I know enough to know that fire and water don't really mix too well." He studied his paper for a moment. He had to agree with her on that. There was no denying how different the two of them were.

"I don't know."

"Well, I guess we'll have to see how it goes then. You game for trying to disprove physics and the fact that they don't like fire and water?" He looked up at her fully for the first time. Both of them were caught for a moment in each other's eyes. Katara felt her heart flutter around in her chest for moment like it had forgotten that it was a heart and had decided instead to be a butterfly. Zuko felt something inside of him loosen up a bit that he hadn't even known needed loosening. Then he snapped back to reality and that loose thing tightened right back up again. He gave her a small smile as he looked down again, hiding his eyes from hers.

"Love to."

I guess this is just going to be a short chapter sort of story. Y'all know the drill R&R