Bunch of one-shots/drabbles about random couples from Charlie and The Chocolate Factories (film). This is solely for my own pleasure and entertainment. You guys can also drop your opinions and any prompt (and it can be in any form: a dialogue, a line of a lyric, a quote etc, etc - and don't forget to tell me what pairing you'd like me to write), and yeah. The film was a true enjoyment and I hope this isn't a disappointing and sad effort of trying to conjure up a tolerable fic.
verucacharlie; "i never thought i'd see you again"
as requested by: winterly paris
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Veruca sees his silhouette before anything (which was weird because long, long years ago, he was the last one she noticed).
He's grown older now; taller, hair's darker and skin's a little less pale, and he looks a lot less miserable than during that year where they all got invited to the damn factory. He notices her, eyes alert and mouth's curling. He's calling out for her.
Veruca makes a chocking sound deep down in her throat and turns on her heel. Gosh, what's the idiot doing here. But she guesses he has also grown faster because now his hands are around her elbow and he's pulling her to a stop and he's smiling - and why is he smiling? Nobody's entertaining him! Veruca sneers so hard at him that she could feel her face aches.
"Veruca," he calls her name breathlessly - like she's a miracle, like she's more than the snobbish little rich kid whose daddy lost everything and now is just a sad drunkard and now the whole family is just scrapping for their one and only heiress to get through college. He looks at her, from head to toe - but she just rolls her eyes very, very hard. "I never thought I'd see you again."
"Get away from me, you little psycho." She snarls, taking her elbow back.
"But -"
"I don't know you." She retorts, annoyance having her in every limb.
"Yes, yes you do." He states, his eyes furrowed, his lips stern. "You do know me, Veruca Salt, and I know you."
"You know nothing."
Charlie's eyes turn slightly darker, "Try me."
And then they have the stare and Veruca doesn't know why but there's just something about him that makes her skin crawls (and also her heart thumps in an odd manner) and then, he sighs out, runs his hair through his messy dark hair (he's not that bad-looking now is he?) and says, "I'd like to have a talk with you. Maybe we could get a coffee? Or you know, anything you prefer."
She thinks she flinches when their fingertips brush. She exhales the cold air. "Okay."
And then, he smiles. (and once again, he's not that bad-looking now is he?)