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OCCness is to be expected

Zuko had come over a half an hour early. She had no idea why.

Of course the first thing Sokka said when he saw Zuko was "You're the asshole who took our parking spot." It looked like Sokka was going to pounce on Zuko right then and there (maybe the lessons with Aang weren't working as well as Katara thought). Fortunately for either Sokka and Zuko, Gran-Gran came down at that moment before either of them could hurt the other.

Honestly, it was really awkward. Since her and her family were in the middle of trying to make breakfast, he had to sit there and wait for them to be done.

Gran-Gran tried to engage in conversation but all she would get out of Zuko was one word answers.

"You live in the house across the street, right?"

"Yeah."

Akward silence was followed.

"Katara tells me you're in all her classes."

This got a little more response out of Zuko. He looked over at Katara and raised an eyebrow. Katara looked away. She was mostly complaining to her grandmother about Zuko being in all her classes. Gran-Gran made it seem like Katara was happy of this fact.

"Yeah."

If that wasn't awkward enough, Sokka had to keep giving him death glares while he was trying to cook breakfast.

She knew Zuko was a jerk but she was trying to eat. Couldn't they be civilized?

Katara volunteered to clean up while Sokka and Gran-Gran were getting ready to leave.

She turned on the water as she heard Sokka say "If you touch my sister..." Wow death threats already?

Katara called from the kitchen "Don't worry Sokka I'll be fine. I know self defense." She heard the front door slam alerting her to the fact that she was now alone. With Zuko.

She jumped at a light touch to her shoulder. Katara turned her head while her hands were busy scrubing the pans Sokka burnt.

Zuko was right behind her. He blinked. "Are we going to work on the project?"

Did he not see her scrubbing the dishes? She pinned him with a glare. "If you want to do the project now, I suggest you help me." Katara threw him a drying towel.

He caught it with one hand. Zuko stared at it like he had no clue what to do with it. Which Katara had a feeling he might not. He probably had maids that did this stuff for him all the time.

"Have you never seen a towel Rich Boy?" Katara raised an eyebrow in a questioning way.

"Don't call me that." He held a hand out to her. She gladly put a dish into it. Of course she made sure some of the water that had collected on it, spill onto his shirt.

"Oops." Katara said innocently.

She went back to washing the dishes. They had a rhythm going. Grab, wash, hand off to Zuko.

Grab, wash, hand off to Zuko.

They actually worked good together when they weren't arguing. Sadly this didn't last for long.

Zuko must have saw his opening and took it.

The next thing Katara knew was the whole front of her sweatshirt was soaking wet and she had bubbles in her hair.

She just stared in shock. She dropped the dishes back into the sink and turned to look at Zuko.

But Katara was faced with another shock. Zuko was actually laughing. Not chuckling, not giggling but actual laughter was coming out of his mouth.

Katara decided Zuko's laughter was her favorite sound in the world.

"Come in Zuzu we have a lot of work to do." Katara gestured to her bedroom.

Zuko narrowed his eyes. " Zuzu? Where did you hear tha- Azula."

Katara smirked as Zuko headed into her room.

Zuko's eyes wandered around the room. He seemed to be analyzing every trinket Katara owned. His golden eyes finally landed on her picture frames. Little Katara was playing in the sandbox with big brother Sokka. Katara as a first grader was hugging her mom for what would be the last time. Then Katara was standing with her dad and Sokka holding a first place ribbon at the science fair.

A mournful look passed through his eyes. If Katara hadn't been staring at him, she would have missed it.

"It must be nice to have a family who cares." Zuko mumbled. She decided not to comment.

"Okay rich boy, lets get down to business. Do you have any clue what this history project is on?"

"You expect me to know?" Zuko pointed at himself. "I thought you were supposed to be the smart one." He folded his arms over his chest and sat in her swivel chair.

"Well... I ... I just wanted to know if you were paying attention. Of course I know what this project is on."

"You don't know what this project is on, do you?" Zuko had his smile back.

Katara stood there trying to think of a response but she took too long. That gave Zuko the answer he was looking for.

Zuko smile stretched even farther. "Miss smarty pants didn't pay attention. Now what would you say if I didn't know?" He watched her mouth fall open in disbelief.

Katara should have beaten the crap out of Zuko for causing her so much anxiety.

The bastard knew all along what the project was on he just wanted to see her squirm. Now Zuko has to do all the typing. Serves him right, Katara thought.

"Can't you type now, my fingers are getting tired." Zuko was hunched over her laptop, typing away.

Katara took one whole spin around in her chair before she answered. "No, I think you can do a little more. Just think you are almost done with the intro paragraph." She said with a mocking tone.

Zuko grumbled something rude under his breath, and went back to typing.

Katara started to dictate what she wanted written. Zuko was typing faster and faster to keep up with her. She could talk fast when she wanted to.

"Wait, wait, wait... Hold on, we are so not mentioning that." Zuko's fingers hovered over the keys.

Drats. Katara was hoping he wasn't registering what she was telling him. She really wanted to get that fact in there and she knew Zuko was going to argue over it.

"Why not? They have a right to be mentioned. They helped the war effort too." Katara got up to grab the laptop out of his hands. This was getting into their project even if she had to kill Zuko over it.

"Are you kidding me? They did absolutely nothing. They just stayed quiet in their own little area, doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Other people were dying for the cause and their leaders just stayed on their ice thrones." Zuko held the laptop above his head so she couldn't get to it. He kept dodging Katara's attempts to kick his legs.

"Well what's so great about your side, huh? They started the war." Katara was climbing on her bed hoping to reach Zuko that way.

"But you forget one fact. They also stopped the war." Zuko moved out of the way just as Katara was about to jump on him.

"You can't stop a war you already started." Katara's face had a reddish tint in it. "You know what? I want to start typing now. So just hand over the laptop and you can give your fingers a rest."

"Ha! I think not. I have control of the laptop. You're going to have to pry it out of my cold dead hands."

"That can be arranged."

If Zuko was fazed by the comment, he didn't show it. He opened her bedroom door and ran out of her room.

An eager Katara followed. He could run but she knew every hiding spot in this house.

"Children, put the laptop down." Sokka tried to break them apart.

"I'm not a child!" Katara and Zuko exclaimed at the same time.

Katara's brother had come home to find her and Zuko tugging at the laptop in the family room, yelling insults at each other.

"Give me the laptop now." said Sokka. Katara grudgingly handed it over.

Sokka took it to the couch and sat down. He patted the spaces next to him, motioning them to come sit.

"Dr. Wang Fire is going to help." Sokka's voice suddenly got deeper. Over Sokka's head Zuko gave Katara a 'what the hell' look. "I am going to do all the typing." Sokka started to stroke his imaginary beard.

Katara opened her mouth to protest. Sokka put his hand up to stop her. "No arguments we are doing this fair and square. Katara you can go first."

"Oh, that's fair." grumbled Zuko. Sokka gave him a look that clearly read 'What? Did you think I was going to be fair to you?'

Zuko sunk lower into the couch waiting for his turn that would never come.

Sorry for the long author notes today. I hope you like the new chapter:) Yes, I did add the cliche water fight but I thought it worked. It took me a while to figure out a history topic but in the end I decided to leave it up to the reader. I like to think Katara was talking about the Water tribe and Zuko was talking about the Fire nation in an alternate past. But that is up to you. The next chapter is going to be Halloween.

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