Summary: A very short one-shot Mike/Violet fic.
Rated: K+
Feedback: It'd be great! But this is my first ever, so please show me some mercy? Please?
Warnings: "Italics" are thoughts.
Pairing: Mike Teavee/Violet Beauregard. I just find her "I'm so much better than you" attitude and his "I'm so much smarter than you" attitude very compatible. Don't ask why.
Disclaimer: Do I even need to say it! …I don't own any characters or settings from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! There! I said it! I just own my overactive imagination.
Eyes On the Prize
Mike didn't think much about her when they'd first met outside the factory. Well, it wasn't really a "meet"; it was more like an examination. Mike and Violet scanned each other, and then stood in the shoulder-to-shoulder line with their parents to await entry into the factory.
"Eyes
on the prize, Violet. Eyes on the prize," Ms. Beauregard reminded
her daughter before seeing the oddest of shows…
But
for Violet- the prize had changed. She no longer sought after
whatever Wonka was pushing. She wanted Mike, and nothing was going to
stop her from getting him. Not even him! But, she had to at
least pretend to keep an interest in Wonka's deal, for her
mother. And that she did, with quite an introduction to Mr. Wonka,
hugging him and all. But how to win the interest of the Teavee boy?
Violet heard a door open in the middle of her dilemma-plagued
thoughts. And now what she was looking at was a magnificent room.
With all sorts of colors, not to mention candy! But, she sighed- hey,
she had a reputation to uphold! She couldn't let herself seem wowed
at anything- someone might mistake it for fear. And the gum-chewing
champion of the world isn't afraid of anything. And on that
note, there wasn't any gum to be found in this room. What a shame.
"This room is huge!" she thought with a grin, "I could just corner Mike- and no one will know! Nobody."
She followed the boy for a good long while, while picking up some candy for herself. She even snatched a candy apple from the starved looking kid. Violet had watched Mike destroy candy trees, pumpkins, flowers, the grass- anything he could get his hands (and feet) on. He was just about to desecrate yet another tree when she finally saw her chance. She strode up behind him, and using the flirtiest voice she could manage, "Miiiiike." He turned around, realizing she was only an inch or two away from him.
"Eyes on the prize, Violet. Eyes on the prize."
With her mother's guiding words in mind, she took it upon herself to kiss the bewildered young Teavee. A very quick peck, not enough for her to be satisfied, but it'll have to do. For you see, Violet figured that boys were like the opposite of competitions. You have them go after you. But, one thing still puzzled her. Why'd she even like the boy in the first place?
…Maybe some things were just meant to be a mystery.