Violetta One Shots!

Designated Chocolate Milk Carrier | Nanouk X Jorge | 131

Here you go Nanouk! This is the best I can do for not being able to put you in the book, I really hate to disappoint. I hope you enjoy this! You and Jorge  are 25 years old, yeah you're old! The special one shots are not being done again (unless I change my mind) this is here because a good friend wanted something and I couldn't deliver so I had to make up for it somehow.  Enjoy! xx)

"ARE YOU KIDDING?" Nanouk yells at the bartender.

Don't get her wrong, she wasn't always much of a yeller, she was the calm always-smiling kind...unless she was drunk. Then she would either be absolutely furious or absolutely delirious.

Alcohol had that kind of effect on her, the same effect that it had on most people of course. It messed with her system and her personality would do a 180. It was frightening at first but once you got to know her you knew how to calm her down.

Alcohol if the night was still young.

But if you needed to get home because you were nearing your curfew you gave her chocolate milk.

Which is why Jorge was the designated chocolate milk carrier, he was her boyfriend after all. He was the best at containing her, once he was actually able to take her home without chocolate milk, it was a miracle.

"What kind of bar runs out of vodka?" She continues, her voice raising with each word.

"Shh," A silky voice whispers in her ear.

She tries to conceal her smile but it was difficult when he was so close. Even in her drunken state her feelings for him never fazed, not even slightly, in fact they probably heightened.

When she was drunk she allowed herself to feel everything, she opened her heart completely. After a few bad relationships she wasn't as easily wooed but Jorge was different. He made her feel things that she had never felt before.

He was everything anybody could ever want in somebody. He was the kind of boyfriend who sent you a good night and good morning message every single day, if he forget you would receive a flurry of apologies.

He would give you his jacket before you even stepped outside ensuring there was not a moment when you felt cold. He would smile as soon as you enter the room and would sing you to sleep on bad nights.

He was the perfect boyfriend.

She was lucky to have him.

"I think it's time to get home," He says, his hands finding her waist.

"No," She says stubbornly trying to ignore the soaring butterflies in her stomach.

"Please?" He says softly against her neck before pressing a kiss there.

She lets out a soft sigh and he smirks against her neck. He gently pulls her away from the bar and pulls a small bottle of chocolate milk out of his leather jacket pocket.

"Yum!" Nanouk squeals as she grabs it from his hands.

She pops one in her mouth and sighs again. Jorge wraps his arm around her and presses a kiss on her hair.

Nanouk was better at hiding her emotions than him. He was an open book and anybody could look at him and tell that he was in love with her. It may have been the twinkle in his eyes, or the way his dimples showed the moment he caught a glimpse of her but it was evident.

Their relationship had a few downs, but it was mostly ups. Jorge knew that he couldn't live without her, she was like his oxygen and without her he simply wouldn't be able to continue.

Fifteen minutes later the milk was finished, her fingers were sticky and the top of her lips had a line of milk. She also couldn't stop giggling. He hands a serviette and she cleans her mouth.