AUTHOR'S NOTES: Again, I am apologising for the inconvience.
DISCLAIMER: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is copyrighted to Roald Dahl. 2005 remake is copyrighted to Tim Burton and Warner Bros respectively. Protrayals are Johnny Depp and Blair Dunlop. Zachary Leonhart is copyrighted to me.
Chapter One: De-javu: - Part One
Ice was noticeable on the grass and some areas of the bench as the group made the way home for the night. Willy Wonka sat there the entire time just watching the game, watching the boy.
How those boys could play in the freezing cold, he didn't know. They were only wearing shirts and shorts with the occasional scarf around their necks. However, the redness of a nose or cheeks was a dead give away that they were as cold as him.
The boy who had spoken to him before was the scorer, and was smart enough to not throw his shirt over his head, he only joking around and did back flips.
Shame Wonka couldn't tell the time, he didn't have a watch, nor was he anywhere near London Square to get a good look at the clock. The game itself must have been an hour and the sun had clearly set – leaving the sky twilight.
The street lamps were on in the small roads and avenues around the park; at least he knew the boys had a safe journey home.
Before the boys turned the corner, he got up from his seat and ran over to them; he needed to talk to the boy.
"Wait!"
The group, making it around five or six stopped dead in their tracks; softly puffing out mist from their mouths, as they were breathing heavily from a descent game. They were also tired and wanted to go home! The boy in question sighed, recognizing the adolescent.
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up in a minute" he told his friends. A few hesitated but nodded and headed on, leaving their friend and the stranger to talk.
"What?" the boy asked irritably, his dark brown hair blowing in the cool wind. He wrapped his arms across his chest, watching the man he asked for the ball to be brought back to catch his breath. "If I don't get home, I'll be grounded…"
His blue eyes were met by violet "I…You…"
"'You' what?"
"You…look like someone I used to know. Your face…" Wonka got out, catching his breath finally, enough to stand up straight and sort his coat out. The boy on the other hand shrugged.
"So what if I do? Maybe you've seen me around in the last few weeks?"
"No, it's not that…I've never seen you before in my life…but your face. You look familiar to me, I don't know why…" Willy responded calmly, taking his time to really take a closer look at the boy.
He was tall for his age. Obviously athletic, sporty. Was a little scruffy, but well kept.
"Well, that doesn't help with your problem, sir. I dunno know to help you if you don't know yourself…" the boy paused, feeling a chill go down his spine.
"I gotta get home, see you 'round, mister"
Wonka frowned to himself, sighing heavily. He was getting more frustrated by the minute as he was stuck in his own thoughts. Thinking over anyone he knew that looked like the boy. He hugged himself to stop the cold from getting to him, home was a good idea. Then, something came to him…
"Wait!"
The boy was in mid step, and stopped with his own frustrated sigh. He was just around the corner of the park's largest fence. He peered back at Willy. "What?"
"Where do you live?"
There was a shocked pause. "You're not comin' with me!"
"No-" Wonka sighed, grasping his head. "Forget that…" he struggled.
"How old are you?"
"…14, why?" the boy asked, who was clearly not British with all the odd slangs he was speaking. American possibly.
Willy stood there, thinking away. He got into the habit of playing with his gloves all the time standing there. There were so many things to ask or say, just to jog his memory, but nothing came.
"…Nevermind. Thanks anyway…you get home now, don't want you to get a cold," he released his perfect grin in nervousness. "See you around, maybe?"
"Yeah, maybe…" the boy agreed with caution, giving a small wave as Wonka walked in the direction he came. When he had gone out of sight, the boy sighed in relief. He quickly checked into the direction his friends went and sprinted after them. They weren't too far away. All the while murmuring to himself, "Weirdo…"
