Author's Note: I wasn't expecting to write or post another one of these for a long time, but sometimes things happen. I wrote this almost a month ago in class. I'd been thinking about how awesome the friendship between Zuko and everyone else is. (I think I'm going to write a whole fanfiction that just focuses on all of the friendships in Avatar. I've been on a huge friendship kick lately. It's what my current story is about too. If the fanfic happens though, it won't be for a long, long time.) Anyway, I absolutely hate the ending of this. It's awkward. I didn't know what to do with it. It's staying this way though because this is just a random little thing anyway. I'm in the middle of writing something else now, and I didn't want to spend much time on this. I hope you guys enjoy it! Sokka's Drawings “What are you doing?” Sokka's head shot up at the sound of Zuko's voice. “N-Nothing,” Sokka stuttered, attempting to hide the piece of paper he'd been leaning over. After a brief struggle, Zuko finally managed to free the now rather crumpled paper. He just looked at it before slowly looking at Sokka with a bemused look on his face. “You're still drawing these childish pictures at twenty-three years old?” Zuko smirked a little. Sokka blushed lightly, but attempted to defend himself. “I want to capture the important moments,” he said with indignation. “Then can't you get a real artist to do it for you?” Zuko asked. “This is more personal.” He snatched the paper back and leaned over it again, resuming his work. Zuko rolled his eyes, “Whatever, Sokka.” Zuko often marveled over the fact that he had wound up with someone like Sokka as one of his best friends. His sixteen year old self would have lost his mind a long time ago. Actually, who was he kidding. He did lose his mind when dealing with Sokka all the time. Why did her put up with him again?