Angel: Ok, so maybe I promised people I'd upload this drabble WAY earlier than I actually did. Alas, summer holidays got the better of me, because SHOCK!HORROR I am actually doing stuff these holidays. And this is incredibly rare for me. Enough with the rambling, and on with the fic!

I own nothing. Not even this fanfiction. My laptop won it off me in a game of Uno. I still maintain that it cheated.

11. T-Shirt

“Zuko, what do you think of this one?”

I sigh heavily at the sound of Katara’s voice, trying not to appear bored out of my mind (though of course, I am). Shopping with Katara = the bane of my existence. I should have seen this coming when Azula rang to say she wasn’t meeting me for lunch (and thank Agni for that too). She knew Kat was going to take me shopping, and she knew that would be more torturous for me. Stupid traitor sister of mine...

“Zuko!”

“What?” I reply, turning around at last. Katara was glaring at me, hands on hips. “Look, you volunteered to come today, its not my fault if you don’t enjoy it,” she snapped, looking quite fierce. I gulped. I don’t like that look – the one that says she’ll happily kill me without a second thought. Sometimes, I wonder who I fear more – Katara or my sister.

“ZUKO!”

Definitely Katara. Azula’s got nothing on her.

“Would you please try to pay attention? Now, how about this T-shirt? Does it look good?”

I sigh. Katara’s brother Sokka is having some big dinner tonight – apparently Sokka is finally asking Suki to marry him or something. Not that anyone is supposed to know – but I think Suki’s the only one who doesn’t. So, because Sokka had the grand idea to host a relatively formal occasion, Katara decided to go shopping for a new outfit.

I suggested wearing something in her closet. You’d think I just asked her to become a serial murderer, the way she looked at me. That withering look – “but I just can’t wear the same thing twice, cause Suki might recognise my outfit!”

So, Katara’s been trying on different outfits all day. It’s a good thing her dad’s a rich politician of some description – letting Katara go shopping is pretty much a “please empty my bank account”. She’s already brought so many clothes, and asked for my opinion on everything she’s tried on. Let’s just say she has 3 bags full of clothes so far, and that’s not even 1/5 of the stuff she’s tried on. The joys of being a shopaholic’s boyfriend.

Anyways, back to the current outfit. The skirt looks quite nice – then again, it is the one I bought her for her birthday (what can I say, I have good taste. And I know what looks good on her). The shirt however.....I freeze.

“I’ve lost my teddy-bear. Could I sleep with you?” is the slogan of said shirt.

“Katara....you can’t possibly be thinking of wearing that tonight.” Sokka would kill her for wearing it. And then he’d kill me too, just for good measure. I’m pretty sure he plots my demise everyday, there’s no need for me to help him think of reasons to do it. Don’t laugh, I’m sure he’d take “you were reading a slogan!” as an excuse to kill someone/me.

Katara sighs, twirling around slightly to look in the long mirror beside her. “Of course not Zuko! I just think it’s cute! I could wear it on Monday when Ty Lee and I go out for coffee.”

I growl slightly. “Katara, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you buy that.”

She smiles innocently. “But why not? Its adorable!” she says, gesturing to the embroidered teddy bear on the bottom left-hand side.

I frown. “I don’t care if its adorable, I’m not letting you buy that.”

Those lovely blue eyes narrow in my direction. I know I’ll be blamed when she gets wrinkles from frowning at me all the time. Damn her for being so gorgeous and kind (usually) that I forgive her instantly when she gets upset with me. “And how exactly do you think you’re going to stop me buying it?”

I throw my hands up in the air in exasperation. “Fine, buy it then! I’m not letting you wear it though!”

She pouts, instantly cute again. How does she do that? “But why not?”

I frown, gesturing at her. “Because I don’t want guys eying up my girlfriend because of a stupid T-Shirt she’s wearing. They stare at you enough already, you don’t need to give them more reasons too,” I say, folding my arms.

She smiles slightly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. “You shouldn’t be so jealous all the time Zuko. You know I’d never act on any of it – I have you and that’s all I want.”

I can feel my resolve melting away. “I’m still not letting you buy the T-shirt,” I say grumpily, turning my face away from her.

She gently pulls my head around to face her again. “What if buy this one to wear just for you?” she says, smirking as she moves closer to me.

I pause. In that case.....”I guess I’m not going to be able to stop you then. Suppose you’ll just have to buy it.”

Katara smirks again, leaning forward to kiss me softly. “I knew you’d see things my way,” she says coyly, before kissing my cheek and disappearing into the change room. “But I’ve got 5 other things to try on in here before I buy anything!” she calls back to me.

............damnit.

Angel: So I made Katara a shopaholic in this fic. It was just too much fun. Anyways, hope you liked it, and please review and let me know what you think! :D

cya, Angel