Scott Pickett Lemonade Mouth Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mark left the two girls together "You are such a daddy's girl" Kate rolls her eyes "I wanna get drinks, do you want to come with me" Summer ignored her comment "Whatever let's go" The two of them walked towards the smoothie shack. "What can I get for you two ladies" the attendant asked "I'll have a coconut smoothie mixed with alot of vodka, like 2% smoothie and 98% vodka" Summer requested "Miss we don't usually serve alcohol here but I can bend the rules for you a little" the attendant winked

“This one’s taken, so don’t get any ideas. Take your thirsty ass elsewhere.” “That’s not what I meant!” I say, my cheeks burning. “I meant thirsty thirsty. I-need-something-to-drink thirsty. What’s in those cups Jade?” Jade looks down at the two red party cups he’s holding, passing one to Kitty with a sly smile. “Well, originally, this was just plain non-alcoholic apple punch,” he says. “Originally.” Kitty fishes a small silver flask out of her clutch bag. “Go get some, they’re serving it back there,” she says, pointing to a stand behind her. “I’ll fix you up with some of my magic happy juice.”

Her lip pouts out, “but baby, it smells so good… I want one!” Zak disappears with the pickle jar laughing but what he hadn’t bargained for was Lee, who managed to snipe a handful of dills from the jar. He disperses the pickles. “Here you go ladies, philanthropy at its finest”. The boys that remain die of laughter. We’re all satiating our breakfast munchies when Zak returns, “Lee! You magician son of a…”.

"Plus, Liam said he was grabbing provisions." Right on cue, a tall guy with shaggy blonde hair pushed through the crowd. He wore a vintage flannel shirt over a white tee and a fresh pair of black and white Nike Dunks that somehow survived the sticky floor. He held three small plastic cups filled with bright red gelatin. "Provisions secured," Liam announced, handing a cup to Tessa before offering one to me. "Cherry vodka jello. These are lethal, proceed with caution." "Thank God," Tessa said, grabbing a cup.

"Nah, it's cool. Thanks, though." Lacy set her phone down on the patio table and finished rubbing sunscreen on her arms as Hannah walked over and took another sip from her lemonade. She handed the bottle to Lacy who nearly spat it back out. "What the fuck, Hannah? Is there vodka in this?" "Yeah, it's ~HARD~ lemonade," she said with a grin. Lacy took another sip. It wasn't bad. "I didn't think we were getting turnt today." "We're not -- just a little tipsy is all. Gotta cut loose, enjoy our spring break."

I glanced at Scott, and he gave a quick, apologetic look before turning his attention to Leon. His smile and cheerful demeanor didn't match the urgency of his words. "Thanks for letting me know, Leon," he replied, trying to mask his disappointment. "I would just wait for you at the office but I think you need to get yourself cleaned with all those stains on your lips and shirt!" Leon said as I noticed the lipstick stains on Scott's lips.

she said. “I didn’t know we had a Micky, the distributor,” I said. “We do. He’s nice enough, walks with a limp and full head of white hair and wears a ratty old brown leather jacket.” “Oh, shit. I know who you’re talking about. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He’s the one that brings us those free samples of mixers to try in the bar. That’s how I found that shit that tastes so much like soda for the LITs.”

They walked over to an umbrella table close to the court which had a pitcher of ice cold lemonade and two glasses on it. “Next time, wear shorts, you’ll play better,” Oliver said with a smile. “I will,” he repliedas he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and poured them each a glass of lemonade as he took the chair next to hers. “Cheers,” she said as she held up her glass. She tapped her glass against hers and marveled at the physical sensation and the clinking sound it made. The lemonade was cold, sweet, and sour. It was some of the best lemonade he had ever had. It was so good that his brain was short circuiting.

His mouth automatically waters on seeing the variety of delicacies. There are a lot of juices. Dae doesn’t know what to pick. At last he decides to drink the pomegranate juice since he is fascinated by the red colour and he has heard it's really healthy. Pond buys an apple juice while Earth gets himself an avocado juice. Dae smiles contentedly and licks his red lips once he places the empty glass on the table. Then they pays and walks to the Pad Thai table as per Dae's suggestion.

Lemon was still half asleep and was crying in discomfort. After changing her diaper and washing her face, Mable carried Lemon downstairs for breakfast. "Blair, Mable, you're awake! Come and taste the freshly squeezed pomegranate juice. It's super fresh. Spike, Nicki, and I picked it from the tree early this morning," Tracey exclaimed. Spike rushed over, saying, "Good morning, Daddy and Mommy! Good morning, Little Lemon!" "I was wondering why it was so noisy this morning. So, you three were picking pomegranates," Mable commented as she walked to the dining room.