A/N: You guys probably don't care, but sorry for not updating. I was travelling yay. Also please review I need validation. Be kind. Hope this doesn't make you vomit- I know it's not my best writing but IT WILL GET BETTER I PROMISE.

Toodles, and happy reading!

By the time they had reached the house, the power was completely out and there were multiple frantic texts on Katara's phone. Most of them from Sokka.

While her father had only reassured her that he would wait out the storm in his office, Sokka had completely blown up her phone.

She scrolled through about 500 variations of 'i'm going to die' and rolled her eyes when she t she read the message telling her he was hanging out with his theater pals at Suki's house. Of course.

It was amazing how they were related honestly.

"I'll go get some candles," Katara said to Zuko, stuffing her phone into the back pockets of her jeans.

Zuko nodded at her and settled himself on their couch.

"So what are we going to do until the storm ends?" he asked, leaning towards the candles she had set in between them..

Katara pulled up a chair across from him and sat down, looking at the glow cast on the coffee table. "I don't know…"

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the pounding of rain on the roof and the occasional crack of thunder.

"We could play smash or pass?" Zuko asked, and Katara snorted. "What?"

"I'm sorry. I just never pegged you as the type to play those sorts of games."

"Then what type am I?" Zuko looked at her, affronted.

Katara ignored the question. "What about truth or dare?"

"There's not really much we could dare each other to do."

Her eyes fell on the cake sitting besides Zuko. "What about never have I ever?"

He frowned. "I don't know what that is."

"You basically just say something you've never done, and if the other person has done it…" an idea popped into her head. "They eat a slice of cake."

"What do we do when the cake's gone?"

"Whoever eats the last bite loses."

Zuko leaned back, looking at her under his eyelids. "You made this up on the spot didn't you."

"Only parts of it ."

The questions ranged from completely stupid to completely serious.

All the while, the storm raged outside, the droplets hitting the window violently.

Zuko started. "Never have I ever ridden a Komodo Rhino."

"Never have I ever gotten a nosebleed."

"Never have I ever changed a diaper."

"Never have I ever been descended from Royalty."

"Hold on. Isn't your dad a member of the council?" Zuko asked.

"Doesn't count." Katara shot back, not unkindly.

He raised an eyebrow, preparing to argue but then relented "Fine. Never have I ever been hunting."

Katara smiled internally, at the small victory."Never have I ever played the Tsungi horn."

Zuko glared at her, as he grabbed a slice of cake with Aang's head on it.

"No way."

"Shut up." he angrily stabbed a fork into the late Avatar's forehead.

"Don't be mad..."

"I'm not mad, just.." Zuko ran his hand through his already messy hair, making it stand up in coal colored spikes. "You said that to target me."

Katara looked at him, scandalized. "How was I supposed to know you played Tsungi horn?"

He looked down at his cake, turning slightly red. "I was nationally ranked."

She couldn't help it- she laughed.

Zuko looked at her, eyes narrowing into slits.

"I'm sorry," she chortled, laughing even harder at his angered expression. "I never would've thought you played…" she started gasping for air. "The tsungi horn."

"My uncle made me!" he exclaimed, falling back onto the couch with his arms crossed.

"It's just.. You're so.." Katara gestured at him, and then doubled over in another fit of laughter.

"I'm glad you find it so funny," he answered testily, looking down at her with disdain.

She calmed down. "Ok, ok sorry… Tsungi horn." Katara snorted. "Moving on…!"

Eventually, Zuko relaxed and his tension seemed to wash away with the rain.

They were getting really comfortable, Zuko said something Katara had thought would never come up- after all, how could he know?

"Never have I ever been cheated on."

As he said that, all the joy faded from Katara's eyes and they dropped down to stare at her lap.

An unpleasant feeling pooled in her stomach. Time had slowed to a crawl, and all she wanted to do was escape this moment.

Mechanically, she reached for the cake, barely registering the fact Zuko's hand was pushing her arm back. "You don't have to Katara."

"I hadn't thought of it in months," she mumbled, her lips numb. Was she falling? It felt like she was falling.

There was silence. And then-

"Do you want to talk about it?" he rasped gently.

She shook her head, hesitated, and then nodded. Something about him made Katara want to spill all her secrets. He was… safe

"I'm listening." Zuko grabbed her hand between both of his, holding it tightly. "I'm here."

Katara took a deep breath, then began to talk. At first she went slowly, struggling to find the words to say. As she kept talking however, the sentences began spilling out, and all those feelings came rushing back. Shame. Anger. Sadness. Fear.

With every sentence, Zuko's eyes widened further, until they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Katara… that's… wow," by the she had finished his fingers were were wrapped around hers so tight, her circulation was cut off.

"Please don't tell anyone," she mumbled, voice shaking slightly. "I'm still embarrassed by it."

He loosened his grip slightly. "I understand," he said gently. "Who else knows?"

She raised her eyes to meet Zuko's, seeing herself reflected in them. Katara dimly noticed how small she looked. "No one."

"Wow Katara… I'm honored."

"It's not an honor," Katara coldly pulled her hands away from his and hugged herself tightly.

Suddenly, there was silence. The light flickered on and the heater began to whir.

"I'm sorry. Uh, that was the wrong thing to say…" Zuko scratched the back of his neck and looked away.

"It's not raining anymore," she said as she did the same

The spell was broken.

Zuko leaned back awkwardly. "Maybe we should-"

"I think we should put these away," Katara said at the same time.

"Yeah."

Katara avoided looking at him for the rest of the time they were in the living room. She didn't want to see the pity in his eyes, didn't want to see how her telling him had changed their relationship.

The second the sitting room was returned to it's nomral state, Katara fled to her room, muttering an excuse.

She burrowed under the sheets, like a badgermole and waited for the negativity to associated with the memories to hit her. Instead, she was surprised to feel that she wasn't heartbroken, as she had been for months after her and Jet's breakup- no, she felt lighter.

A/N: Will we ever find out exactly what Jet did (it was more than cheating, trust me)? We will IF YOU REVIEW. Kidding, you'll find out later. Please review and be kind!