Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairings: ZukoxAang etc.
Warnings: Yaoi. Don't like? Don't read.
Important Note:This is an AU fic set in the 21st CENTURY. No benders.
Summary: 16 year old Aang didn't mind when his guardian, Gyatso, went off for a fitness program concerning his arthritis. He didn't mind having to spend three whole weeks of the summer without him. But he most certainly did mind having to stay over at Zuko's house for three whole weeks and the series of inconveniences that befell him that particular summer.

INCONVENIENCES

INCONVENIENCE NO.1
Having To Share A Room

"Gyatso! You're back." Aang said, bounding out of the kitchen as he heard the front door slam shut.

"Hello, Aang." His guardian said, somewhat tiredly.

"So..." The air bender said as he looked expectantly at Gyatso. "What did the doctor say?"

"Oh, that..." Gyatso said with a frown. "He says that I need to go for this program for three weeks. It's supposed to help with the arthritis."

"That's great!" Aang said encouragingly as he plopped down onto the couch and gestured for Gyatso to join him.

"To an extent. I'll have to go away for a while. He says that the program is near the coast so as to provide us with serene surroundings." Gyatso said tiredly as he sat down as well.

"I don't mind staying here alone. I'm almost seventeen, Gyatso." He said eagerly.

"I'm not too keen on leaving you here. Who knows what you'll be up to." Gyatso said as they exchanged an amused glance.

"I promise I'll be good!" Aang said innocently with a huge smile.

"Hm." Gyatso said dismissively as he stood up and shrugged off his coat. "Either way, Aang, I visited Iroh on the way home." He said somewhat gravely.

"And?" Aang said absentmindedly as he took the coat from Gyatso and hung it on the stand.

"He says his nephew is willing to help him take care of you for the summer." Gyatso said and hastily shuffled into the kitchen.

Aang blanched and followed after Gyatso with a scowl. "I'm not a child, Gyatso! I don't need anyone to take care of me." He said defiantly.

"Are you certain about that, Aang?" He said as he pointedly looked at Aang's clenched fists and pouting expression. "I'm not."

"But Gyatso!" Aang whined.

"I'm sorry, Aang. But you'll be staying with Iroh and Zuko for as long as I'm gone." Gyatso said firmly.

"But they're both such weirdos! Iroh never talks about anything but tea and Zuko sits in a corner and scowls all the time. And he hangs out with all those weirdos from school. That's hardly fun." Aang said insistently.

"My decision is final, Aang. Unless, you'd like to stay over at Ursa and Ozai's." Gyatso said, as a smug little smile curved his lips upwards.

Aang let out a horrified gasp and at once relented. "With Azula? No, thank you." He said shakily.

"I thought so. Now, help me make lunch." Gyatso said as he looked at Aang with a smile.

"Ah, nephew." Iroh said as he propped open the door and stood aside so that Zuko could enter.

"I've missed you, uncle." He said as a rare grin curved his lips upwards.

"And I you." Iroh said fondly as he shut the door. "Your room is ready. Our guest will be here in a few minutes." He said merrily.

Zuko, who had been in the middle of putting his backpack onto the table, immediately swiveled around to face Iroh. "Guest?" He echoed incredulously.

"Yes, I'm certain I told Ozai that Gyatso's ward, or as he likes to call him, his 'son' will be staying with us for three we-"

"Aang?" Zuko spat out.

"I wasn't aware that you knew him, nephew."

"I don't know him." Zuko said disgustedly. "He just...insists on talking to every breathing person at school." He muttered irritably.

"Then you know him." Iroh said happily. "That makes things all the more easier."

"Easier? But..no! No one asked me if I wanted him here." Zuko insisted as Iroh disappeared into the kitchen.

"Ah, but who wouldn't want him here? Aang's a good boy."

"A good boy? You're willing to take in a seventeen year old who is completely capable of taking care of himself, for three weeks just because he's a good boy?" Zuko exclaimed.

"Why, indeed." Iroh said.

But before Zuko could spit out a few more protests, the doorbell rang.

"Uncle!" He said loudly as Iroh sidled out of the kitchen and into the hall. "No, don't open the door." He said desperately.

"Zuko, be quiet." Iroh hummed as he reached for the doorknob.

Zuko, in one last act of desperation, squeezed his way in between the wall and Iroh, and promptly threw himself at the door.

However, Iroh chose that precise moment to throw open the door and Zuko, instead of colliding with it, flew straight through the wide open doorway. Any hope he had of braking was sadly thrown out the window as his foot caught in the fluffy rug that Iroh insisted on keeping, and the next thing he knew, he was sprawled messily on the front steps.

And as if things couldn't get any worse, he was on top of someone. A part of his mind desperately hoped that it wasn't Gyatso since he didn't want to be held responsible for the old man's death. This further branched into the thought that if he did, indeed, murder Gyatso, he would go to juvenile hall while his Uncle would be stuck taking care of Aang.

Panic of the most ridiculous kind swept through him and he hurriedly scrambled to his knees, a relieved sigh slipped through his lips as he saw that it was only Aang.

A blushing Aang.

"Uh, hey, Zuko." He said with a wide grin.

However, he did not miss the way it seemed to waver at the edges and his golden eyes followed Aang's panicked gaze to where it was darting down to his legs. Zuko's brow furrowed in puzzlement but as soon as his eyes found just what it was that seemed to horrify Aang so much, Zuko let out a rather unmanly 'eek' and scrambled off of the younger boy. With a loud 'oomph' he fell on his butt on the stone of the sidewalk but at least that was better than straddling Aang.

God.

"Sorry." Zuko muttered gruffly as he brushed the dust off his black pants and heaved himself up. He half-heartedly offered his hand to Aang and lifted him off the ground with one firm yank. Zuko made sure to let go of his hand extra soon and if he said that Aang didn't practically snatch his hand away too, he'd be lying. The scarred teen fought down a blush and then turned to Gyatso and Iroh.

"Zuko! It's been so long." Gyatso exclaimed.

"Uh, sure, Gyatso." Zuko said with a sideways glance at Aang.

"You've grown so much. Taller than your uncle already, I see."

"Yeah, well. That's not really difficult." Zuko muttered.

There was a pause and then, Zuko tried not to scowl as Iroh chuckled and behind him, Aang giggled.

"Zuko, Aang, why don't you go ahead and set the table for dinner?" Iroh said as Zuko attempted to sidle into the house again.

The scarred teen sighed and with a muttered swearword, grabbed Aang's backpack and began to haul it into the house.

"Oh no. You don't have to." Aang insisted as he hurried into the hallway after Zuko.

"Do I look like someone who would be carrying someone's bags just because I wanted to?" Zuko said coldly. "My uncle told me I have to treat you properly. Or, at least, that is what I gathered." He muttered, almost as an afterthought.

"No, seriously. You don't have to, Zuko." Aang repeated.

"Go into the kitchen. I'll set this in your room." Zuko snapped irritably.

"No, give it."

There was a pause and then Zuko turned to face Aang, his eyebrows threatening to disappear into his black bangs.

"I said I'll take it." Zuko slowly said through gritted teeth.

"And I said that you don't have to." Aang said irritably as he stepped forward and his hand closed around the strap of his bag.

"Look, I'm actually trying to be nice here. So, let go of the bag." Zuko said coldly.

"It's my bag. I don't need you treating me like a princess." Aang said calmly as his grip tightened around the bag and he yanked at it.

"On the contrary, someone who looks like a princess should be treated like one."

There was a pause and then, Aang's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. "What the hell does that even mean?" He wondered in bewilderment.

"Just give me the bag." Zuko repeated.

"Wow, you are not good at being nice." Aang said as he yanked harder on the bag.

"Shut up and give me the bag, you twerp." Zuko said.

There was a pause and Zuko bristled angrily as Aang defiantly raised his chin to look him in the eye. However, before either of them could do anything more, the front door flew open and a laughing Gyatso and Iroh entered the house.

"-only yesterday!" Iroh finished as they entered the living room. "Zuko, have you set the tab- Oh dear..." Iroh said as his gaze fell on both of their scowls and the black bag trapped in between them.

"I'll set it, Uncle. Just give me a minute." Zuko said, the last word coming out in a grunt as he violently pulled the bag from Aang's hands. There was a tense pause and then, Zuko turned on his heel and began to climb up the stairs.

"I'll be right back. Just want to get a feel for my new room." Aang said with a bright smile. Without waiting for a reply, he sidled out of the living room and rapidly dashed up stairs. Turning into the landing, he walked straight into a rather irritated Zuko.

"Why are you so fucking obsessed with your bag?" Zuko demanded angrily.

"I'm not. I just want to see my room." Aang said as he irritably shrugged off the older boy's hand and walked around him. "So where is it?"

There was a pause and then, Zuko rubbed the back of his neck. "I..."

"What?" Aang asked as he shot him a shrewd look.

"I don't know where it is. There's only two rooms in this house." Zuko said in astonishment.

Aang, whose gaze had drifted over to an oil painting hanging on the wall, at once snapped back to Zuko and he blanched as he realized the implication of the older boy's words. "No." Zuko said flatly.

"Of course not!" Aang said loudly.

"No, no, no. My uncle can't do this to me." Zuko muttered feverishly as he pushed Aang aside and thundered down the landing to his temporary room. As he threw open the door, what he saw inside made him blanch. "Oh shit." He muttered.

Behind him, he heard Aang's murmured, 'Oh.'

Because in place of the couch that sat at the foot of his bed every summer, there was now a fold-up bed.

Well, here you go! :] A brand new Zukaang for all of you. And it's gonna star the way too awesome JET! *is excited*
I'm really sorry that I haven't yet updated Once Upon A Play but I have hit such an intense road block concerning it that I can't even write one sentence without hit the backspace key. Sincerest apologies :'[

But on a brighter note, Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it! :D Stay tuned for this fic because I've actually planned this one out. Hopefully, that'll ward off the writer's block :P

Hope you enjoyed! And review! :] Because then I shall definitely update before New Year. ;]
Yes, that's a bribe :P

-Jade