The Lakes ~Poetlore~

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Poets and Folklore were in the kitchen, packing for a lake picnic they were having and laughing about a dream Folklore had.

"So, I had a dream that a redhead was trying to kill me!" Poets laughed, wanting to kiss Folklore.

"She was an evil redhead trying to kill me!" Poets laughed harder.

"It was just a dream." Folklore said once Poets got herself together.

"But it was funny." 

"What if an evil redhead tries to kill us?" Poets put some water in the picnic basket.

"That will just not happen." Folklore packed a sandwich.

"There is a redhead living close to us." Poets grabbed another water bottle.

"Who?" Poets asked.

"Her name's Kayla." Folklore knew Kayla, but she didn't know her very well.

"Do you know her?"

"Not really." Poets had a look of confusion.

"That's weird." Folklore was also confused.

"What is?" Folklore asked, curious.

"That redhead you mentioned." Folklore realized it was Kayla.

"From my dream? Yeah, she looks exactly like Kayla...." 

"Maybe she decided to show up." Poets shrugged.

"No way, she's not a killer." 

"Let's hope she's not." Folklore saw Hailee coming towards them. 

"Have you met Hailee?" Folklore asked, pointing at the brunette.

"No, I haven't." Folklore waved Hailee over.

"Hey, Hailee! Meet the new Era, Poets!" Hailee waved at Poets.

"Hi, Folk, and nice to meet you, Poets!" Hailee smiled brightly.

"Folklore thinks there's an evil redhead named Kayla." Folklore kind of laughed.

"I know her, she's a little weird but not a killer."

"Okay..." Poets sounded a little shaky.

"I'll hang out with Nine now, but don't forget to pack water." Hailee pointed at the huge picnic basket.

"Water? Okay!"

"STAY HYDRATED KIDS!" Hailee yelled, making her way upstairs.

"Folk, you have water?" Poets asked as Folklore was closing the basket:

"I'm packing some." Hailee yelled atain.

"STAY HYDRATED!" 

"WE KNOW!" Poets yelled back.

"Ignore her, she's always like that." Folklore picked up the picnic basket.

"Do we have everything?" Poets asked.

"We do!" 

"Let's go!" They got to the lake, which looked beautiful.

"It looks beautiful." Folklore  set the basket down and they sat on the ground.

"As always." They smiled at each other.

"Wanna eat?" Poets asked.

"Yeah, sure!" Folklore got out the sandwiches. Poets heard the bush shaking.