Something that popped into my head. 500 words or less.
Disclaimer: I don't own RA.
What a beautiful day! The sun looked at the green land beneath it and smiled. Not a cloud in the sky. A fine summer's day.
Look! Five teenagers, there, in the shade of a massive oak tree, talking and joking around with each other.
"Say, Will, send an apple here, will you?" a tall, muscular youth said, grinning. An acorn promptly whacked him on the head.
He winced. "That wasn't an apple!"
Laughter rang out from a branch up in the tree. A grinning, slightly-built boy with tousled brown hair peeked out from behind the leaves. "Sorry, Horace. But I thought you needed a reminder that this is an oak tree, not an apple tree."
"Well then, look in the basket, Will! There's got to be one there!" Horace called back.
A smiling, chubby girl stood up and produced the unimpressive brown container with a flourish. "I present the picnic basket to thee, Sir Horace!"
"And I thanketh thee, m'lady Jenny," Horace replied, also standing and bowing. "Prithee, I asketh thee, mayeth an apple beist foundeth tither?"
The two of them burst into laughter. Then another tall teenaged boy stood up and spoke judicially. "Pardon me, Horace. But I believe that it is 'hither', not the tweet of a bird."
Will slid down the massive oak, grinning again. "Nice one, George. Hey, Alyss," he called to an elegant blond girl holding a sketchbook and a pencil, "how's the drawing going?"
"It would be fine if everyone would stop moving!" she replied. Instantly, everyone froze where they were. She looked up and nearly keeled over laughing at their ridiculous faces. Thankfully, she retained her composure, only letting a quiet chuckle out.
"Much better," she said, then went to work again.
Her four best friends managed to hold their awkward poses for two seconds. Then they burst into guffaws, Horace leading them, barely managing to hold their tears back.
Alyss put on her best disapproving-mother stare, hands on her hips. But even she couldn't resist giving a wide smile to her companions.
Several minutes later, she'd finished the drawing. Everyone gathered around and admired it.
Will was climbing up the tree, eyes shining. Horace was leaning against it, Jenny was holding the picnic basket, and George was watching Alyss sketching away on her drawing pad.
They looked for some time, reflecting on it. Eventually Will spoke.
"Let's go back."
They agreed and walked, hand-in-hand, back to Castle Redmont.
What a wonderful last day of summer.
Review, please!
(I need to stop making new stories. XD)