Butterfingers

Arden sat contentedly on the edge of the fountain, pressing her hands against the cool granite that circled the water. She loved little bodies of water like this, the ones that you didn't swim in. Little droplets of splashing water were starting to hit her curly blonde hair, making it frizz up a little bit at the ends. She repositioned herself slightly, and went back to...whatever it was that she was doing in the first place. Which mainly consisted of staring up at the sky blankly. It was a rare occasion when she gave herself a break from thinking.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she sighed happily. Of course, as soon as she wasn't thinking about it, her hands slipped, and she lost her balance.

"Aiiieee!" she screamed, falling back into the fountain.

Red skipped along the path, happily humming to herself. She came to the fountian and decided to stop for a while, when she realised there was actually... Someone in it?
Arden. She thought, amused. She skipped over to the other side to say hello.
"Arden, you're not supposed to swim in this fountain." She teased with a smile, holding out her hand to pull Arden up.

Arden stood up, looking distinctively like a wet cat, only angrier. "I know that," she scowled, shaking her arms off and shivering as a breeze blew through. "Ow," she said, looking at a scrape on her arm, where the granite had met her arm as she tumbled backwards.

"Thanks, Red," she said sheepishly, now embarrased. She ducked her face so Red wouldn't see her blush.

"Hah hah, no problem." Red laughed "How'd you fall in, anyway?" she added, looking back at the fountain behind her soaked friend.

"Blame my parents; they gave me the klutz gene." Arden shook her head like a dog, spraying water everywhere. "Oh. Sorry," she said, looking at a now equally drenched Red.