Lemonade Mouth Nick Roux Novels & Stories

“What’s that?” Nicole didn’t hesitate to roll her eyes this time. How did this girl get a job in a place that served alcohol if she didn’t know anything about mixing drinks? “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Nicole mumbled. “It’s Kahlua, milk, vodka, and a splash of Coke.” Mick’s wide eyes met Nicole’s as his grin widened. “Very good.” The waitress scribbled the ingredients down and nodded. “Got it. I’ll be back.”

And that was saying a lot because Juicy liked to eat. "What is in this...? Banana?" But she didn't have any bananas. Troy was nodding. "You had a box of instant banana pudding in your pantry. That's the secret ingredient—not so secret anymore, I guess." "Pudding?" She savored another bite of pancake. "I would have never thought..." There wasn't one raw spot on the bacon, nor was it burnt; it was just right. Juicy peeked at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

Thanking him, I begin grabbing glasses down for everybody. "What should I get out for everyone to drink?" I ask. "We have a pitcher of fresh lemonade in the fridge. If that works for you then I am sure that we could all drink it and we could just keep the pitcher in the middle of the table." He suggests. I have to admit, I love lemonade. It was always one of my favorite drinks as a kid. When I get it out of the fridge, I am so excited to have some again that I cannot wait and pour me some. Taking a drink, it is better than I remember. Crisp, refreshing, not too sweet and not sour either. Perfect. Sighing, I set my glass down and go to try and help Dante cook dinner.

My nipples puckered at his scrutiny, and I felt myself flush slightly as he looked away and headed back inside. With my fingers brushing against the pitcher, I poured the lemonade into a glass, inhaling its citrusy aroma. The tangy sweetness enveloped my senses and my throat burned after gulping down half the glass. Mariselle took a sip of her drink, her face contorting. "This is trash. It's not slapping enough." My gaze widened. "What on earth are your taste buds looking for, Mariselle?" "I like my flavors to do a little dance and slap me awake."

“For the brunch crowd. People who like to feel fancy before noon.” “Sounds like my demographic,” I say, even though the closest I’ve come to lavender in the morning is accidentally using a former roommate’s soap once. “Any chance one of those might fall into my tragically empty hands?” His mouth quirks, and he sighs like he’s making a terrible decision. He slides one across the counter. “Don’t tell anyone. They’re better iced, but…” I break off a piece and shove it into my mouth with zero dignity. Warm lemon sings against my tongue, tart and sweet at once, and I make a sound that’s borderline indecent.

he kisses the top of my head as I lean into his touch once more. He orders another round of drinks as he passes me one that’s in a funny shaped glass. Oh, I should remember this. I spent most of the night learning all the different cocktails. “It’s a howler,” Leo reminds me as I roll my eyes. I turn to Xavier as we clink glasses. His eyes never leave mine as I take a sip, enjoying the fruity cocktail.

She waved and greeted her, "Hello, Little Lemon." Lemon blinked her eyes and pointed at Nicki's face. "Bug. Spike, her face has bugs."

"I was. Then I saw Mabel. Figured I’d keep her company. Maybe you should focus on those customers instead of me." Nia’s gaze flicked to my glass. "Careful. He’ll keep pushing until your stomach waves the white flag." Ronan called after her, "Some of my mixes are bestsellers!" He turned back with a grin that showed both dimples. "Don’t listen to her. Try it." His look said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I lifted the glass and tasted. Citrus hit first, sharp and clean, followed by a sweetness that cooled my tongue. Refreshing. Different from my first drink, but good.

It started raining some time ago and Roseanne was sitting in the corner enjoying the rain. Leon and Coco came after playing and saw Nicholas coming with coffee too. The boy said suddenly, “Mommy, why do you smell delicious?” Nicholas began coughing. “Leon, you cannot talk to your mommy like that.” Leon asked in confusion, “What did I do?” “You cannot call your mother delicious. That's wrong,” Nicholas said. “But mommy smells like food,” Leon pouted. “Delicious food.” “I cooked Nicholas some food,” Roseanne said. “What did you cook?” Leon asked.

His eyes instantly searched the place for Larose. “Where did the pretty lady go?” He asked as he placed the tray on the table. “She had to leave in a hurry, unfortunately.” Mrs Windsommer replied, taking a glass. Rion and I followed suit. I took a sip of the drink and smiled at the burst of the sweet nectar on my tongue. “This is delicious.” I confessed. “Thank you. It's a new recipe I picked up. It's a lychee mocktail. Took a bit of time to prepare but I'm proud of my work.” Lian said with a grin as he took a seat.