Azula punches in his number for the fifth time that week, he hasn't called her back and he probably wouldn't. Epically since it's her birthday. Sometimes she feels like Jet deliberately ignores her on her birthday. But she keeps trying to call him. When she wasn't calling him on the phone she was calling it quits with him and then calling it on again whenever he found it in himself to offer her some pretty words or a charming gift.

Part of it was due in part to Jet being the only boy to pay her any mind at all.

Half of it was that he was the only boy to pay her any mind.

Finally, at her wits end, Azula throws her phone, it hits her mattress and bounces to the floor landing with a noticeable thud. If she wasn't so angry she would have immediately checked to see if it had cracked. But she doesn't care until she hears her ringtone sound.

Hastily she scoops it up and hits the answer button.

"Azula! Happy birthday!" Shouts the chipper voice of TyLee. She can hear the girl squealing and clapping.

"It isn't that thrilling Ty." Azula mutters. It's not thrilling at all, she adds bitterly to herself. She can't even get a call from her boyfriend, clearly her birthday must not mean anything.

"It is though! We are going to have some cake and throw a slumber party." Azula doesn't even have to bring the phone to her ear to hear the happy acrobat jabber away.

"Party? Who said anything about a party. You and Mai are the only two I invited…and I'm pretty sure that Mai's parents are forcing her to attend a college visit tonight." She paused and in case that didn't sink in she added, "so it'll probably just be the two of us, the cake, and Netflix."

"What about Jet?" TyLee asked.

Azula scowled, "fuck Jet."

"Oh…okay." TyLee replied after it set in that the two were in the 'off again' half of their relationship status. "Well how about this? I'm going to buy you the best present ever and I'll pick up some snacks and we can party all by ourselves."

"As long as we can get the place cleaned up before my parents get home from their anniversary getaway." Azula shrugs. "We don't have to worry about Zuko, I still have my leverage." She still hasn't told Ozai and Ursa of his football team house party fiasco.

"Of course." She can practically see TyLee beaming through the phone. "I'm already almost at your house. Like I'm really close."

Not even a minute after the words left TyLee's mouth, Azula heard the doorbell ring. She hangs up the phone and answers it. "You called me to ask for my permission after you started heading here didn't you?"

TyLee nods.

"So, where is this present of yours?"

TyLee giggles, "I am the present!"

Azula pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I don't think that I can get you a better present than this." TyLee laughs.

Azula rolls her eyes and allows TyLee to come inside. The acrobat immediately makes herself comfortable—unfurling her sleeping bag in the middle of the TV room in the same spot as she does every time they sleepover.

"So, what's up with Jet this time? Why's he being such a douche?"

"I don't know what his problem is, I never do." Azula admits. "He's probably off with some other girl."

"Well good thing you are too." TyLee winks.

"That's not what I meant." Azula grumbles.

"But it can be." TyLee wriggles her eyebrows.

Despite that unattractive display, Azula can't help but admit that the girl is smooth as hell. "Oh? I'm listening."

"While Jet is doing whatever jet does, we can have the sexy pillow fight of his fantasies…" TyLee is wearing a coy smile.

"Or we can build a pillow fort and watch Netflix, like any other normal couple." Somehow Azula feels like that would be more satisfying than some type of softcore revenge porn. "I have a few movies in mind." She edges closer to childhood friend.

Before she is able to get too close, TyLee reaches into her pocket and tosses some confetti in Azula's face. "I would officially like to commemorate this day as both your birthday and the day we started dating."

Azula blinks and spits a few pieces of confetti out of her mouth. "Thanks a bunch Ty."

TyLee flings her arms around Azula. "Anytime!" She rocks Azula happily back and forth until Azula finally has enough and pulls away.

She takes TyLee's hand and leads her to the sofa. "How about you get started on our blanket fortress and I'll cut the cake."

TyLee is way ahead of her, the girl was already making a mess of the sofas, tossing pillow to the floor and pushing chairs out of their places. Azula rolls her eyes, but can't help but grin at the childish display. Truly, her birthday would not be complete without TyLee tearing up her living room. She cuts herself a slice of cake and then one for TyLee.

"I am so glad we're dating now. We're gonna be a much cuter couple than you and Jet were." TyLee exclaims as she rummages through a stack of blankets.

Azula hears her ringtone sound. Jet's number displays itself on the screen. The corners of her mouth tug into a vicious smirk. "TyLee would you like to repeat that?"

"Hmm?" TyLee asks.

Azula clicks the answer button just as TyLee says yes, and puts the phone on speaker.

"I said, I think that we're going to be a much more yearbook worthy couple than you and Jet. Don't you think?" She clasps her hands together. "We are just sooo cute!" She pulls out her favorite stuffed animal—a pink bunny she calls Loopsie. Azula has seen Loopsie attend a many of sleepovers.

"Oh I absolutely agree." Azula replies. She hangs up the phone before Jet could hurl around any of his possessive insults. And she means it—she'd never considered it before—but TyLee always had meant something quite special to her. Something beyond their childhood memories. She gazes at the acrobat; who needs a horde of boys when she can have one simply precious girl?

She hands TyLee her slice of cake and presses a kiss to her forehead.

"Are we going to cuddle tonight? I want to cuddle." TyLee requests.

"Ohhh…" Azula considers, tapping her chin, "perhaps we will."