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Zuko and Katara were walking home together since Katara could barely stand. Toph couldn't help her because she was in trouble with her parents and she was driving Aang and back home. I can't believe I used Tiny, Toph's nickname. I barely use anybody's nickname. I don't even remember them. Katara stared at the cement. Let's see… Zuko's is… Sad Boy, Aang's is… Joker and mine nickname is… oh, Giggles! Katara giggled as she remembered her nickname. Zuko arched an eyebrow. "What's so funny?" As Zuko asked the question Katara put a hand to her head. Everything was blurry and she was starting to get dizzy. She felt as she was spinning herself but couldn't stop. Zuko saw her falling and grabbed her by the hem of her pants, Katara's head just inches away from the hard cement ground. It's probably the scratch. She's losing blood. Those bitches in the infirmary didn't do shit to heal it. Guess I gotta bring her to mah uncle. With that Zuko picked her up and carried her bridal style and walked to his house.
Earthquake!!! Earthquake!!!! Katara felt someone shaking and she kept muttering earthquake. What the hell? Zuko furrowed his eyebrows. "Katara there's no earthquake."
"n-nh, huh!" Katara slowly opened her eyes and saw Zuko's face. She giggled. "Oh, Zuko you bad boy!" Zuko blushed deeply. He got an arousal. "Katara wake up!!"
Katara sat up. "Where am I?" She said squinting at the bright fluorescent light. "You're at my house. You fainted while we were walking. "Are you fuh real Sad Boy?" "Yes I am fuh real Giggles and why did you use my nickname?" Katara sighed. "Uh, I don't know. Can you please take me home?" Wow she was probably delirious. "Sure I'll ask Uncle if he can drive us."
When Katara got home she looked through the mail. Her eyes lit up at what she saw. An invite from her friend Suki. She opened the envelope. Inside was a small card. On the front it read 'Throwing A Party Foo!'. Inside the invitation was a note.
Sup Ma Bitch! How you doin'. Mizz you like fuck! Haha! Seli wrote this hella funny poem. Here it is:
We brown n' proud no doubt about it
MEXICAN PRIDE run out n' shout it
Cuz we Mexicans b all about it
So grab the flag n' raise it to the sky
N' watch the eagle fly wit pride
No otha country can compare
Dey all look at us wit despair
Cuz we r the true brown crew
We latinos foo!
See dis shit iz hella sick! Hope you cum to ma party!
-Army Bitch
Saw this poem on my friend's My Space and I just had to put it in here, oh and about the nicknames well that's our thing giving each other nicknames. chuckles Mines Fishie and my best friend's is Chili Fries. Hope you liked this chapter next chapter will be the party and we get to meet there friends. jumps up Yays! REAVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
