Disclaimer: I do not personally own anything having to do with the book or movie Charlie and the Chocolate Factory nor do I have any sort of rights to it. In case it comes up, no I don't own the music by Danny Elfman either. I only own all OC's that's positively and entirely it.
Notes: I can not remember who I borrowed from but it is one of the authors on this website so thank you for your inspiration. I didn't entirely take the idea anyway, I more so elaborated on it. That's all. Thanks to my buddies for helping me brain storm some ideas! I might not update all too quickly either but this time I promise not to vanish again! Hope you like it R&R would be much appreciated!
Her Chocolatier
It was a brisk October morning in the city of London, England as many children made there way to school laughing and talking amongst themselves. It was a place for these children to learn but also where they could be around friends for a full day, at least for most of them.
Willy Wonka was the exception to this rule for he didn't have any real friends. Who could however blame his classmates for ignoring or not talking to the child, he had hideous head gear on that forced his mouth into a smile, they also thought he was just way to different to even get along with.
The poor boy was always seen by himself, making up games to play in the school yard, some children even started a rumor that he would talk to himself. Willy was nothing but nice to everyone in school and out it was his head gear that really put the damper on any real social interaction with people. There was nothing the child could do about this however for his father; Wilbur Wonka was London's most famous and expensive dentists. So of course the man would want his son's teeth to be perfect, regardless of what kind of ridicule it would cause him socially.
The bell rang which signaled for the kids to enter the school for the first class of the day. Carmen WestBerry and her big group of friends passed Willy up in a loud rush on the way into the building. This group of people was always very loud and rather annoying, they all seemed to be able to do whatever it was that there hearts desired where as poor children like Willy were lucky if there was any play equipment left for him to use during recess.
He sighed, why did she have to be so incredibly pretty with her magnificent icy blue eyes, perfect lips, and beautiful dark red pea coat, white ruffle shirt, knee length jean skirt, and boots. It wasn't fair to him that a boy like himself would never be able to have any girl anywhere near as pretty as Carmen.
Shaking himself out of his daze Willy followed the obnoxious and giddy sounding crowd to room 137 for reading class. This class was one of his favorites, because he was good at it and he got to sit across from Carmen.
The young girl took her seat slowly and smiled over at Willy whose heart immediately skipped a beat and he was forced to look away because he blushed so quickly. "Hello there Willy, how are you doing today?" Carmen asked quietly in fear that the teacher would overhear her and yell.
Willy gave no response, he couldn't even if he had wanted to for a huge lump formed in his throat and made him choke on his own spit, no one ever tried to talk to him, he usually only received stares or laughs from people. He didn't want to be rude so instead he just nodded and gave her the thumbs up.
Carmen smiled and nodded, trying her hardest to hold back a giggle. She didn't want him thinking she was making fun of him or anything, for she wasn't she was genuinely interested in the boy and wanted to try to befriend him. This task proved to be difficult for her though because whenever she tried to talk to him she got the same response, a choke and thumbs up. Shrugging she went back to organizing her things.
Class ended after forty-five minutes passed and Willy made a mad dash for the door, he wanted to get out of the room as quickly as possible however, he felt a tap on his shoulder before he could do so. The young girl of his affection stared at him intently, "Hi-uh…Willy?" She asked carefully.
He nodded, watching her with extreme caution
"Hi Willy, my name is Carmen WestBerry, I have seen you around school, all the time, but never had the chance to actually talk to you."
He shifted, feeling awkward in his own skin as Carmen continued
"I was just wondering, if maybe you would want to go trick or treating with me and some of my friends, we would all love to have you, that is if you aren't already doing something."
She gave him a big dazzling smile which he couldn't say no to, sighing Willy nodded
"S-S-Sure, if you promise that you and your friends aren't going to make fun of me."
Carmen beamed, "Oh great, Willy I am sooo glad you have agreed to come. No worries, no one will tease or make fun of you for anything. Besides the only people that are going to be there are me, you, my friends Ruthy, Veronica, and Terrance. I promise you they are all really nice people." She could see the poor boy was still uneasy, it seemed socialization was very hard for him. "Okay, how about this? My friends make fun of you in anyway, shape, or for, while we are out, I will no longer talk to them, I'm serious."
Willy finally let his guard down a little and smiled, "only if you promise to promise that they will not make fun of me, I don't want you to just stop talking to your friends all the sudden because of a silly little promise you made me."
Carmen nodded and gave the boy a pat on the shoulder all while placing her bag on her shoulder, "You got it buddy. Well, I need to get to my next class, talk to you tomorrow?" Willy nodded and with a wave of her hand Carmen was already halfway down the corridor with the group of people she had come into the school with
Willy ran to the bathroom, listening and looking to make sure no one was there and he shouted out a triumphant, "yes!" Carmen WestBerry actually spoke to him and she wanted to see him outside of school. How could the day get any better? Or worse?
