Novel & Cerita Lemonade Mouth: Charlie

"You’re hilarious." Charlie grinned, his expression smug as he pulled out a drumstick and took a bite, the sound of his chewing obnoxiously loud in the quiet room. "I know," he said, his voice muffled around the food. "Now sit your ass down and eat before I feed you myself."

He grabs his glass of wine and gulps it down. "Umm.. from who? And.. are- are you drunk?" "No! Of course I'm not Charlie! But the letter was from Captain Tobias Bridge! You met him once at nobel Bellwood's ball we attended two summers ago, remember? You danced with his son." he says too gleefully.

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

I fit right in. “Class was great today, Jasmine.” Sadie, the little kindergarten teacher, beams at me. “Yeah, it was great,” Charlie echoes. “I felt a little lightheaded towards the end, but that’s because I’m on an all-liquid diet.” The waitress sets down water for all of us, and places a tall brew in front of Charlie. The postmistress must have ordered at the bar as soon as she got here. “So you’re drinking beer?” Adele arches a brow. Charlie gulps her drink and licks her lips.

“Mmm!” Charlie opened her mouth as he lightly pushed a strawberry between her teeth. The fruit was surprisingly sweet as her teeth crushed the flesh into shreds. However, she did not know what was more mouthwatering, the berry or his fingers as they grazed along the side of her lips. “I’m glad you like it.” He smiled, a boyish grin that would have women falling at his feet. “Wait!” His fingers stopped just inches from her face. “There’s something...”

Not_annabelle CEREAL KILLER, YOU NEED TO STOP. IF YOU THINK, YOU ARE BEING SNEAKY, THEN, YOU ARE WRONG. Quinn_beach OH, HUSH, ANNA, WE JUST GOT TO THE BEST PART. Yes_you_suck WOW! THEY ARE BOTH UNDER THE TABLE, SHARING THE EARPHONES. CAN I JOIN? WHAT'S THE VIDEO ABOUT? Cereal_killer IT'S A CLIP OF CHARLIE, LITERALLY TRIPPING OVER A KNIFE AT HIS RESIDENCE. The_real_prince_charming

I opened my mouth and shoved that beast in, it was difficult, but I managed to squeeze it all in. “How're the pancakes?” Charlie asked while staring right at me, with excited anticipation of my answer. My eyes grew wide and my stretched-out cheeks blushed. I tried my best to chew the huge amount of food that I'd just shoved into my mouth, without having it fall out all over the place. I must have looked like a chubby little hamster with its food pouches filled to the brim. “They're the best right?” He asked with an exaggerated nod of his head.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

“I’m sorry, man. It wasn’t planned. I was suddenly off today and I decided to come see my girl.” I almost bite my tongue off after he says that. I mean technically she’s his girl. I don’t know what the problem is. I don’t bother listening to the rest of their conversation. I grab a bowl of ice cream from the freezer to entertain myself. Jake agreed to come with us apparently leaving the girl he came to see. “Cause of death: lemon-flavored ice cream should be written on your grave when you die,” Charlie says. Jake chuckles. “For a while I thought it was going to be Arianna,” he says.

I could bet my money Romeo was the one on the phone. Wanting to find out what happened, I walked back to the trash can to look for the bottle I'd disposed of. It wasn't there. And I knew there was a problem because the pack of gummy bears I'd eaten that same day was still in the trash, meaning it hadn't been changed since that day. So something must have taken it and something told me that it wasn't Glen. What the hell was going on? “Leslie, could you help me get a drink from the soda machine? I don't think I can do it. My stomach hurts really bad.”