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P R I N C E

Prince Zuko hated her laugh at that very moment; no matter how sweet or beautiful it sounded to him he couldn't stand the embarrassment of him trying so hard only to have her laugh in his face.

"Oh Zuko," she said between gasps of laughter, "That is funny." His face was starting to turn pink so he looked down at the clothes and grabbed a piece and started to wash it.

She was still giggling as he finished washing his half of the clothes and stood up quickly muttering something about needed to go to the bathroom and had to stop himself from running. He didn't look back but if he did h would have her eyes following his back and her face bright red but not from laughing.

Right after he had walked away from the river and deep into the trees he stood facing a thick, old tree and started banging his head into it, trying to wake himself up and founding himself hoping that he didn't say what he had just said.

'Oh God, why did I say that? why? I shouldn't have said it but noooo I had to say something. Damn her and her pretty eyes and soft skin." He stopped banging his head against the tree and moved his hand up to his head and felt the beginning of a bad bump and sighed. 'I might as well go back to camp.'

In just a few minutes he found himself back in the middle of their camp and noticed that the Avatar and the 'other one' was just waking up, he looked over at the fire and saw her standing over it cooking eggs for everyone. He would have walked over to her but he didn't have a plan just yet.

He turned to go and wake his Uncle, the old man should have been up by now, but when he turned he felt someone grab his sleeve and he turned back around ready to give that person a rude comment, something he had been working on. But when he turned around instead of looking at a sarcastic peasant or the Avatar he was staring right into her water blue eyes and at first he was shocked but than he knew that he had to get out of there. He had nothing he could say to her and he didn't want to come across a bumbling baboon like her brother.

Nothing seemed better than kissing her he could almost feel her lips on his and her hands in his hair as she'd pull him closer, but that would have to wait until he found away to convince her he's not gay. The only thing that would make this even worse would be if she tried to set him up with Sokka, Zuko shuddered at that thought. He didn't think that the guy was gay but he was dirty and odd.

"Come help me with making breakfast?" she asked and he was ready to turn her down but her eyes shined with hope and he couldn't help but let her grab his hand and drag him (willingly) over to where she was cooking.

He watched her graceful hands at work, flipping the eggs over and cracking some more but he had no idea why he was there. Maybe since she thought he was gay that he would be able to tell her if she was doing it wrong? Or maybe she wanted some new ideas?

He was lost in his own thoughts as he watched her and didn't notice that she was watching him until she cleared her throat and smiled. He wanted to die but he wasn't sure from what, the embarrassment (again) or her.

She smiled and cocked her head, "Is there something on my face Zuko?"

'Yes' he thought 'beauty'

"No" he said dryly turning away from her, he noticed that the fire was dying and he made a little fire ball on his pointer finger and threw it towards the dying flames which rekindled in seconds.

He didn't look at but could tell she was a little surprised at his kindness and the air around them became a little tense, he felt he should leave so he got up. "I should wake Uncle."

Elegantly he walked towards his Uncle little room all the time hating himself that he left her sitting there cooking like a maid too everyone, one of the things he liked about her was how she put everyone else around her before herself, even him.

He smiled into thin air right outside his Uncles room, 'My next line will get her for sure.' he rubbed his head and now there was a huge egg like bump, he sighed 'Uncle was right, love is painful.' And he knocked on the door.

Written by Jessica.