So, this is my first crack fic/drabble thing, and OF COURSE it would be for Encanto Milk Day XD for more information on EMD, check out the FAQ on the Collection/Challenge this fic is posted on!

Inspired by something omgcheez on Tumblr said XD

Without further ado, enjoy!

~Star

It was something he dreamt about often—a fantasy, really. Bruno yearned for it, but knew he could never have it; would never be free to experience its sweetness without consequences.

From a young age, Bruno envied his sisters and his mamá. They were able to taste its wonders for themselves without consequence, free to enjoy it whenever they pleased. Pepa liked to rub it in his face with her displays, and Bruno felt that those were the moments where he truly came close to hating his hermana.

He envied his sobrinos.

They were not as bad as their mamás with their taunts, but that didn't stop them from tormenting him. Even Antonio—sweet, precious Toñito—flaunted it in front of him. Unintentional though it was, it left Bruno miserable and resentful. He would forever remain alone and without.

He wanted what they could have.

And he'd have it, consequences be damned.

He waited until there was no one in the kitchen—not so much a rarity nowadays since Mamá insisted Juli rest more. Sneaking towards their supplies, Bruno reached for his prize.

"Tío Bruno, what are you doing?"

Bruno froze and slowly turned to find Isabela standing a few feet behind him. Whirling around, he chuckled nervously. "N-nothing, mi florita. Why do you ask?"

Isabela narrowed her eyes, and Bruno started to sweat. "You were trying to get to the milk, weren't you?"

Bruno stuttered for a moment before slouching in defeat. "Yeah."

Isabela let out a long-suffering sigh and rolled her eyes fondly. She gently took hold of his elbow and led him away from the milk. "You know you can't have it. The last time you tried, you were in the bathroom all day."

"It was worth it." Bruno muttered. At Isabela's look, he huffed. "Sí, sí. I won't try again. Lo prometo."

Satisfied, Isabela led her tío out of the kitchen. Before they left, Bruno glanced behind him with longing.

'Lo siento, leche, we can never be.'

Later, Bruno was still sulking when Mirabel sat next to him. She nudged him gently with her elbow. He turned to her smiling at him.

"Isa said you tried to drink milk again."

Bruno could only nod with disappointment.

"Well, that's another thing we have in common." Mirabel grinned, and he couldn't help but smile at her positivity.

"I guess that's one way of looking at it, kid."

Alma, who had been resting near them, smiled as well. "You also have it in common with your abuelo. Pedro loved milk, but couldn't have it because of his intolerance." She raised a brow in amusement at Bruno's surprised face. "Why are you surprised, mijo? I know I've told you this before."

Bruno didn't answer her. Instead, he looked up at the sky above the inner courtyard. Raising a fist into the air, he shook it furiously and cried dramatically, startling Mirabel and Alma.

"¿Por qué, Papá? ¡¿Por qué?!"

Thank you Missilestorm1 for betaing this drabble crack XD you're a gem!

Had fun writing this, but also it was a pain trying not to make it less ridiculous lol XD it was a challenge, but it was fun!

~Star