"So… do you want to go out with me?" Katara asked calmly.
"Uh… yeah, whatever you want baby, you wanna uh… go make out?" Suki asked in a heavy voice.
"No! No! NO!" Katara shrieked. "He does not talk like that?"
"Sorry, gosh. How am I supposed to know how Zuko talks?" Suki squealed.
"Ugggg, lets try it again, but this time you be me," Katara demanded.
"Okay, Katara," Suki said in a very high voice.
"I don't talk like that!" Katara scolded.
"You do when your talking to…" Suki cleared her throat. "Zuukoo!" Suki said laughing.
"Oh my gosh, your useless," Katara sneered.
"Well, sorry, I'm not good at this!" Suki cried.
"Just- bring in Sokka, maybe he can be a decent Zuko," Katara commanded.
"Oh, are you really so desperate that you would cheat with my boyfriend and your brother?" Suki teased.
"Eww, no!" Katara exclaimed.
"Whatever," Suki left and within a few seconds, Sokka was there.
"What is it?" Sokka asked unenergetically.
"I need your help," Katara said eagerly.
"Katara, I already told you, Zuko is the only one who can open that new pickle jar, I don't see why you don't just ask him!" Sokka said obviously peeved.
"No, it's not that, I need you to be Zuko," Sokka gave her a strange look.
"Even if I pretend to be Zuko, I still wouldn't be able to open that jar, and I don't appreciate you reminding me how weak I am," Sokka said languidly.
"No, not for the pickle jar!" Katara hissed.
"cher-har-er-r-r-Pickle Jar-rer-kler," Sokka fake coughed.
"Uggg, you are sooo immature!" Katara screeched.
"Whatever, I'll just go get Zuko, you two could share a romantic pickle dinner," Sokka mocked and began to leave.
"No! Sokka, don't!" Katara screamed. But, it was too late, Sokka was gone.
"Having pickle problems?" Zuko asked as he entered.
"No!" Katara retorted.
"Oh, than what is it? Uncle needs me to go shopping with him," Zuko said seriously.
Katara couldn't help but snicker at the image of Zuko and Iroh in a mall trying on cloths or shoes.
"What's so funny?" Zuko asked soberly.
"Oh, nothing, I mean, nothing's funny. And, I don't need anything, that was just Sokka. Yeah, stupid Sokka lied. You know this one time, he told my mom I ate a pink poison berry, when I didn't. isn't that fun-" Katara rambled.
"Cool- I gotta' go, you know, shopping with Uncle," Zuko interrupted.
"Yeah, sorry," Katara blushed. She almost felt like crying. Here was the sexiest guy ever, and she had just ruined her chances with him.
A/N There it goes, please REVIEW:)