AN: Well, I got to watch Avalon High off of somebody's netflix (seriously, Disney, GIVE IT A DVD RELEASE ALREADY!) and I was inspired to write this short, silly little spoof of one of the more laughable scenes in the otherwise great movie.
Wait, WHAT?
An Avalon High One-shot parody by LucyCrewe11
"Quick, Allie, lip gloss," Miles said out of the corner of his mouth, quickly getting out of the way.
"What?" blurted Allie, in the confused half-second before Will suddenly came swooping in, kissing her on the mouth.
It was a sweet, lingering sort of kiss, just what Allie had been longing for since she'd first met Will at the water fountain. She'd known him in two lives, and they'd talked about politics, law, and football (probably swords and armor, back in Camelot) so -in this case- love at first sight wasn't weird at all (no, seriously, it wasn't, this actually makes sense...somehow...).
Everything was wonderful. Until Will broke away and gazed at her, a little bemused. "Wait," he said, breathlessly. "If you're the reincarnation of King Arthur, what does that make me?"
Instead of an immediate answer (probably because she couldn't think of one for a second there), Allie kissed him again. When she pulled back, she replied, "Queen Guinevere?"
Will started to nod, almost half-smiling, then seemingly registered what she'd just said. His game-sweat soaked eyebrows lowered, furrowing in even deeper confusion now. "Wait, what?"
Great, now the mood was broken. She probably should had said something -anything- else.
"Uh..." Allie's eyes darted to Miles, hoping for some help. After all, if anyone could help King Arthur out of a jam, who better than his trusty wizard Merlin?
Unfortunately, Miles was too preoccupied hugging some random girl to be of any assistance at the moment.
"What about my knight in shining armor?" Allie finally offered.
"Cool." That was better; Will was happy again.
But then, a few minutes later, as they walked off the field together, Will asked, "So, which knight am I?"
Allie just moaned and buried her face in her hands. She'd had enough Camelot for one night.
