Lemonade Mouth Nick Roux Novels & Stories

“What do you suggest then?” “Mint chocolate,” Leo declared with authority, lifting his chin. “Mint?” Adrian’s brow arched slightly, a faint smile tugging his lips. “That’s bold.” “It’s better than boring,” Leo shot back. She had often wondered how Leo was this articulate especially for his age. Articulate and sassy that was for sure. Instead of arguing, Adrian simply nodded. “Then mint it is.” The boy blinked, taken aback, but said nothing more.

Sky was slightly racking his hair with his fingers. “Here, drink this lemonade. You will feel good”. Conrad handed him the glass. Lexi took two sips and it was surely refreshing. They continued their discussion while Moon put both kids in their room and went to make lunch. He had added tomato paste and herbs in the sauce and the open kitchen was filled with the aroma of yummy sauce boiling, but … Lexi stopped midway and ran to the bathroom again. The aroma of the food was turning and tossing his stomach from inside.

he beamed, shaking his head. "I'm just so hungry. I can eat anything on my plate," I lied, then swigged the glass above my plate. The lemonade was sweet, but I could feel the heat creeping into my face. He must have seen me frowning at my glass. "Um, what's in this drink?" "That's a lemonade punch. The base liquor is vodka together with lemon. And about the crown pork roast, it's the best-selling dish in my restaurant." "Restaurant?"

“My friend.” They both nodded at each other, and Louis turned to get us two glasses. “Will you be having the same shit as Gabriel?” Louis asked Nick, placing the glasses down in front of us. “Sure,” Nick said. Louis walked to the back room and came with my red mush. He poured it into both of our glasses and placed the bottle on the bar. Nick took a sip and frowned. “This sucks, man,” he said, placing the glass back down on the bar. I laughed and took a big sip. He was right. It was awful. But it helped with anger.

Nick POV I arrive at the food court. I go to the table where my friends are sitting, and I take the seat next to Logan, bitch ass. He turns to look at me, then stands up and snaps. “Why the fuck do you smell like Mariah?" Logan growls. “You better watch your fucking mouth.” I growl. “Or what? What are you going to do, Nick?" Logan snaps. "Logan, calm down. I’m sure my brother has a perfectly good explanation for it.” Rose says.

Ruby commented. "Make sense." Rose licked her lips, while Aunty nodded her head and Uncle moaned at the taste. "Hmm." Junior put a thinking face on. "Onto the next one." Calista announced and the taste judges grabbed their shots. "Damn!" Aunty commented. "Nice." Ruby licked her lips while Rose couldn't get enough. "Wow!" Junior moaned. "My taste buds are on fire." Rose fanned her tongue. " It's peppersoup for a reason." Junior rolled his eyes while Rose downed a glass of cold milk.

Luna paused a little, then she laughed and replied, “Sure.” She said while taking the ingredients out for the shrimp dish. “I’ll prepare Granny Lynch’s dish first, then I’ll teach you how to make Nigel’s and Nellie’s.” Fiona immediately nodded. “Great!” Soon, Luna finished the Grilled Cajun Shrimp in front of Luna. When she finished, Luna rummaged through the fridge and furrowed her brows. “I want to make some skinny orange chicken for Nellie, but it seems we’re out of orange,” Luna took a deep breath and said, “on the way here, I remembered that there was a fruit stall by the roadside not far away. I’ll go get some.”

The hostess handed us menus, thick, leather-bound, no prices listed, and disappeared. Clara opened hers immediately, scanning the specials with interest. Adrian leans to my side and says , “what will my lady be having?” voice low and teasing. I reached for the heavy, menu , leather-bound menus in front of us, each one embossed with the single gold word Lumen in the lower right corner. I opened mine slowly, almost reluctantly, fingers brushing the thick cream paper inside. The first page listed cocktails, handcrafted, seasonal, with ingredients I’d never heard pronounced the same way twice: yuzu kosho-infused gin, black truffle vermouth, smoked lapsang souchong bitters. Prices started at $28.

I beamed at him and nodded. We both sat on a couch where there was a round table. We were immediately attended by their best seller catalan vermouth and a bunch of snacks and foods. First was the tapa that Dillan’s ordered. I glanced at the rum cocktail Nicholas had laid out in front of me. “Mojito,” he said to me. I quickly picked it up and sucked it from the straw. “Hmm, not bad. I can get drunk it too,” I uttered. His lip curved with disapproval. “You better not!”

Nadine giggles. "What's the remedy?" she asks again. It was just something I told him to try for his er..his neck." Loretta replies. "Aloe gel, lemon, and a tiny moss should help when you rub it and leave it there for a while." "It's going to smell horrible." Nadine laughs. "The smell doesn't matter Nadine, it's what it does that matters." "It doesn't have a horrible smell." Sebastian says "It's just there anyways, no smell."