Don't own Charlie and the Chocolate factory
My name is Augustus Gloop, and my friends must think I'm an idiot.
It's been five years since the factory.
I'm nineteen; Mike's eighteen, Charlie's seventeen, and so on.
All five of us live together. I like it, it's homey. They like it for different reasons.
They think I don't notice. But I do.
I notice how Mike never calls Charlie a retard, but everyone is fine to be insulted.
I notice how Violet would never lay a finger on Veruca, even though she broke the kitchen counter in half that one time.
I hear the creak of the floor boards late at night, and the squeak of the bed springs.
I see the body sauces in the shopping bags, and the hands being held under the table.
I'll always know what they've been up to; they're experts at hiding it but I notice.
Pulling down their shirts, fixing their hair, the dazed smiles, they can't hide it from me.
I always know what they're up to, but I say nothing.
It's way too fun to watch.
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Okay, explaining time.
I like Veruca/Violet and I thought I'd slip in some Charlie/Mike to make myself popular.
How many people have noticed Augustus gets left out?
Y'see the way I see I they're all having these secret relationships, and they're way too wrapped up in each other to notice Augustus standing right outside the bedroom door.
