Hi guys! This is a new story that has come from my very big list of stories to write (which seems to be growing rapidly). This one will follow the movie a bit more and I'm going to warn you now that Ava is going to be a bitch to Mrs. Beauregarde because she deserves it and no one else has done this yet, so I'm sorry if it upsets you. I'm sure Willy would be pleased though :). Anyway I hope you enjoy this story and feel free to tell me what you think. I'd like to give a shout out to my very close friend Desi-Pari Always because she gives me some crazy ideas. As Willy would say...Enjoy!!!!
"Ava! Ava snap out of it!!!" Randy, my boss, shook my arm bringing me out of dream land.
I shook my head rapidly a few times to shake the previous thoughts out of my head.
"You awake?" Randy chuckled.
"Yeah, sorry boss, happens quite often when we aren't busy."
Randy chuckled again and patted me on the shoulder. "Yeah I know, the middle of the week at this time of day isn't the greatest time for a drink I suppose."
"Yeah I guess so." I shrugged.
"I'll be in the back if anybody asks for me." Randy started walking off.
"Okay boss, I'll be here doing absolutely nothing." I teased, Randy's chuckling fading as he proceeded to the back.
It was then that a flustered looking Misty came over and set her tray down on the bar.
"What's wrong Misty?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh you know, just the regular behavior from old Fred over there." Misty pointed to where Fred was seated, who gave a wink in our direction.
"Did he slap your arse again?"
"YES!!!! Ugh, I swear that man is horny 24/7. You are so lucky you don't have an ass."
"Yes, but he compliments my chest quite often as soon as he walks through the door." I pointed out.
"The things we women go through." Misty shook her head, a strand of her curly red hair landing in her face, but was quickly brushed away.
"Tell me about it." I rolled my eyes.
"You know what else bothers me?" Misty asked.
"What?" I picked up a dirty glass from Misty's tray and started cleaning it.
"See that man in the far corner over there?"
I looked up from my cleaning to see a man wearing a black trench coat, a black top hat, and a weird pair of shades, looking in our direction. I quickly looked back down and continued to wash the filthy glass. "What about him?"
"He comes in here everyday and sits in that corner. And you know what else? Half the time I think he's staring at you!"
"So?"
"Sooo, I think it's weird and kind of creepy." Misty cringed.
"Maybe he's not even staring at me, maybe he's staring off into space, that's what I do when I have a lot on my mind."
"Highly doubt it, it's really hard to tell though because he never takes his shades off...I wonder why?"
"Maybe he's blind."
"Why are you denying the fact that he's staring at you."
I set down the glass that I was cleaning and stared Misty in her sea green eyes. "Look Misty, I'm Ava Bucket...Ava Bucket." I said slowly the second time.
"So?"
"I'm lower class, what's so special about that? Look at me, who would want this skinny, malnourished, plain looking girl?"
Misty sighed. "I still think he's staring at you because your chest sure doesn't look malnourished." Misty teased.
I playfully snapped my towel that I was cleaning with at Misty, Misty sticking her tongue out at me.
"You know what?" Misty asked yet again.
"Besides that fact that you're asking way too many questions and that your train of thought gets off track way too easily?" I raised my eyebrow.
This time Misty snapped at me with a towel that was hanging out of her back pocket. "I was just going to say that you need a bloke."
"You did not just say that!" I scoffed.
"Come on Ava, I never see you with men, besides your little brother."
I started to laugh hysterically. "Charlie isn't even close to becoming a man!"
"You know what I mean." Misty rolled her eyes.
"Who needs men when I have chocolate to satisfy me?" I blurted out a little too loud for my liking.
"Yes, but chocolate can't satisfy you in more ways than one." Misty waggled her eyebrows.
"Shh...someone will hear you." I blushed.
It was then that the front door opened and a small boy stumbled through, closing the door quickly to shut out the winter breeze.
"Hi Charlie!!!" Misty greeted.
"H-Hi Misty." Charlie blushed. Charlie grabbed a seat on one of the barstools, setting his school books down on the bar.
"I'm going to see if Randy needs any help in the back." Misty said, giving a wink towards Charlie.
"How was school Charlie?" I began cleaning another glass off of Misty's tray.
"It was fine."
"What made you close the door in such a hurry?" I raised an eyebrow.
"First off it's cold out there and second there were these two grown men laughing at me as I was coming in." Charlie glared down at the bar.
I tried to stifle a giggle, but failed miserably.
"You too Ava?" Charlie turned red.
"I'm sorry Charlie, but it doesn't look good when a ten year old walks in a bar."
"Well they wouldn't be laughing if I told them that you were my sister." Charlie pointed out.
"Charlie we look nothing alike, I'm the oddball remember?" I picked up a strand of my wavy dark blonde hair and waved it in front of his face.
"We both act the same way." Charlie retaliated.
"You have a point, although you do take things more calmly than I do." I chuckled.
"That's only because you get that from Grandpa George!" Charlie giggled, but soon ceased. "Ava?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we'll be kicked out onto the streets?"
"Why would you ask a thing like that?"
"Because I hear Mum and Dad talking about it last night." Charlie frowned.
I set down the glass that I was cleaning and grabbed both of Charlie's hands, making him look me in the eyes. "Look Charlie, as long as Dad and I have our jobs, then you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure things will turn around for us soon." I squeezed his hands for reassurance.
"Why does life have to be so hard Ava?"
"There are just some things that we'll never figure out Charlie. Cheer up 'kay?"
Charlie smiled and nodded. "I better get going, I have homework to do." Charlie picked up his books and hopped off the barstool. "See you at home." Charlie waved.
"Bye Charlie." I waved back.
"Hey sweetheart!"
I cringed and looked over in Fred's direction, giving him one of my cheesy smiles.
"Can I have another Budweiser over here?" Fred held up his empty mug.
"Coming right up!" I turned around rolling my eyes as I grabbed a clean mug from the shelf. As I filled up the mug, I stole another glance of the strange man. He's been coming around here for about a couple weeks now. For some reason when I look at him, my mind goes right to the stories that Grandpa Joe told me when I was younger. The stories of when he used to work for Willy Wonka. He's kind of what I imagined Willy Wonka to look like. I shut the tap off along with my thoughts and muttered to myself. "Get real Ava, the man hasn't stepped out of that factory for years."
'In my dreams!'
Tell me what you think and thanks for reading!!!
