Charlie Lemonade Mouth Novels & Stories

, she said in a mock tough voice which made Charlie laugh and Chad smile. "So what can I get you guys?", Charlie asked them. "Whisky, neat for me", Camille answered. "I'll just have water for now", Chad said. "Aw, come on", Camille whined. "You said you were going to relax", she reminded him. "I know but at least until Lola gets here", Chad reasoned. Camille bit her lips but didn't say anything. "Alright, I got it. I'll be back with your drinks soon", Charlie said before leaving them.

She raced directly toward me and was already reaching for the wax paper full of still-hot mounds of no-bakes when Darcy hollered, “Charlie!” Frowning, the teenager pulled up short and glanced at her. “What?” Darcy lifted her hands, looking shocked. “Those are totally not yours.” “It’s okay,” I rushed to reassure her. “You can have one. I just made them, though, so they’re—” Charlie was already stuffing one into her mouth and moaning in delight. “Hot,” I finished lamely. “Oh God. Good,” she told me, holding up a thumb in appreciation as her cheek bulged with how much she’d just stuffed into her mouth.

I’d just survived the ‘Public Display of Lip-lock Disaster’, and now I was about to play ‘Guess What the Man Who Could Kill Me in Six Seconds Doesn’t Know About Me’. Knox didn’t even pretend to refuse. He lounged back, one arm draped over the backrest, his gaze fixed on me. “Go ahead, Little Cherry. Make me curious.” He murmured, enough to make it sound like a fuckin’ dare. I shot him a narrow-eyed smile. “Alright. Something you don’t know about me…” I said putting on my best thoughtful face. “Hmm… here is one, when I was twelve, I got chased by a goose for stealing its bread.”

For a long time, both were mutual friends of Ravine yet neither paid much attention to each other. But since recent times, they were hanging out with each other a lot often and had the pulse for understanding each other wordlessly. It felt magical to be with Gerroto, Charlie felt. Not once did he let his excitement and fun down when together, Charlie thought. Ordering the food on his phone, he places the device away while chugging again on beer. On his third can, Charlie begins to see a few dots in his vision. "I think I had too much sugar." Says Charlie, feeling fill with just the liquid filling up his little stomach.

Maybe not wear the flannel with the neon blue and pink patterned shirt. "Well, at least I've still got my job at Charlie's." I tried to sound upbeat, but compared to my roommates' successes, it was hard to be happy about my art-supply store job. Neither of my friends said anything, but just gave me supportive smiles as we all settled back into quiet. The gentle murmur of the ocean shushed at our feet as we all pretended to read. I turned a page, finally making it past that last sentence, when I saw him. He was tall. And handsome. And just a whole handful of whoa. I was very glad I had dark sunglasses, because I was most definitely staring.