-Curses and Cupcakes-

"Your cupcakes were good," Zuko said, getting into bed next to Yori. Yori kind of flipped away from him. He furrowed his brow, "Are you mad at me?"

"No." It wasn't very convincing.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing. Go to bed."

"What's wrong?" he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I think we should break up." Yori said.

He groaned. This happened a few times a month. "Will you shut up?"

She shook her head, "But I'm crazy! Wouldn't you want a nice, normal girl like Katara?"

"If I wanted someone normal, I would be with Katara still." He kissed her shoulder.

"But think about it! Just think about it, for like, a second."

"Okay, well, I wouldn't constantly get cursed out whenever Katara's had a drop of alcohol and I wouldn't have to worry about her being sick at any point, and scaring me to death and-"

"Oh fuck off," Yori said, pulling the blanket over her head.

"Hey, hey, hey," Zuko said, laughing. He tried to pull the blanket from over her and decided instead to meet her under the covers. "Hey."

"What?" she muttered, not turning around.

"Stop it, okay. I don't want anyone else other than you, which is why I don't have anyone else other than you, okay?"

Yori rolled a little farther away.

Zuko sat up, causing the blanket to be pulled from her grip. He rolled her over so she was on her back and looking at him. "Are you done?"

She nodded. He winced at her watery eyes.

"It's okay. You're okay," he said, laying down and then pulling her into his arms.

"Stop it. Seriously, just let me go."

"No," he said, squeezing her a little bit. He kissed her forehead. She wriggled and squirmed until he finally let her go. "What are you doing?"

She pouted. "Leave it, okay?"

Zuko groaned. "What? Are you going to go off to Sokka?"

She sat up, "What?"

"I saw you guys earlier, with your hands on his face, and then you kissed him and it was totally weird."

"He's my best friend! You kiss Katara on the head and the cheek or whatever."

"Yeah, but I'm not in love with her!"

"And I'm not in love with him-Oh for fucks sakes I'm going into the living room."

"You're not wearing clothes," he said, indicating to her body, clad in only underwear.

"Fuck you!" she yelled, slamming the door and angrily stomping into the living room.

She threw herself onto the couch and pushed a pillow onto her face and screamed.
"What's your damage?" Toph asked, standing in the hallway.

"You couldn't hear us?" Yori asked.

"Not the specifics. It was mostly just muffled voices. Well muffled voices, until you opened the door and screamed at him."

Yori blushed. "I'm a mess, aren't I?"

Toph's smiled and nodded. "You want a cupcake?"

Yori shook her head.

"Why not? 'Cause you're all fucked up in the head?"

"Toph!" Sokka scolded from the doorway of his bedroom, he walked out into the living room.

"No, she's right-"

"You're not fucked up-" Sokka began.

"No, she's right, I am."

"Go away Sokka, this is girl time," Toph grumbled.

Sokka muttered something about neither of them actually being girls, so Toph hit him in the head and he retreated into his room.

Toph handed Yori a cupcake anyway.

Yori swirled her finger around in the icing. "Am I meant to tell you what happened now?"

Toph nodded, "Yup!"

Yori groaned. "I told him we should break up, 'cause I'm weird and he's normal and you know, he should be with someone more normal, like Katara-"

Toph laughed, "Katara's not normal, she's a kind of a manipulative shrew. I love her and everything, but it's the truth."

Yori giggled, swirling the icing around more. "Well, yeah, so then he was like, 'Oh I don't want anyone else but you!' and shit like that, until I just told him to leave me alone. Then, you know, he didn't and then be asked me if I-" Yori stopped, realizing who she was talking to.

"Never mind. Why don't you go to bed? I'm gonna sleep out here."

"No, finish the story!"

"It doesn't fucking matter!" Yori grabbed a napkin and wiped the frosting from her finger and smushed the rest of the uneaten cupcake in the napkin as well.

Toph looked weary if anything. "Fine, whatever," and then she got up and left.

"Aren't you cold?" Sokka asked the next morning.

"Yup. I'm freezing my ass off," Yori said, still mostly asleep.

"Go take a shower," he said, pushing her feet off of the couch and sitting in her feet's seat.

"No."

He looked at her. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"Well, do you want me to write me a letter like we used to?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay," Sokka said, and then he stood and left, but not before saying, "But put some clothes on."

She laughed and then jumped up and walked to her room.

Zuko was sitting up in bed, looking at his phone. They ignored each other as she got dressed.

"Are you still mad?" Yori asked. She grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Zuko shrugged.

"Can I go over there?" she asked. He shrugged again. She ran over and jumped onto the bed.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at her, putting down his phone.

"Yeah, yeah whatever, don't be mad okay?" she leaned up, waiting for him to kiss her back.

"Yori-"

"What? Just kiss me!"

"Yori-"

"Are you really mad? Seriously, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You've got to stop doing that."

"Yeah, I know, I'm horrible freak, just accept my apology okay?"

"I do, but you've got to stop saying all the stuff and being so irrational and standoffish and everything."

She nodded. "I get it, I get it!"

He rolled his eyes and kissed his eager girlfriend.