Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
-Charles M. Schulz
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Why was he not paying attention anymore? It was like the boy had floated off into his own dream land somewhere between ignoring him and staying so close. Jealousy seemed like a big word, so he was not going to dwell on the concept that maybe Charlie had found someone. A young girl. Probably one with poofy lips and blonde hair. Ha. He was better than her. Quite a lot better.
Wait! What was he thinking? It's not like he really was jealous. He wasn't in love with...
Charlie walked into the room.
"Mr. Wonka?"
"Mmm?"
"Uh, I was thinking about a new idea."
Oh good. He was getting tired of Charlie avoiding him.
"What's that?"
"Well I was thinking, what about a candy that makes you really happy?"
Willy quirked an eyebrow. "How happy?"
"Erm I don't know. Ecstasy?"
Willy quickly turned away. Ecstasy? As in perfectly gloriously happy? He knew how you make a person scream in ecstasy and it wasn't from candy.
"Are you at all depressed Charlie?" he asked.
Charlie took a step back. "Uh no."
"Really? Do you feel like you want to be happy? Really perfectly gloriously happy? Because you know there are ways...other than candy..."
"Stop. Stop." Charlie said taking a few more steps back.
"Maybe it's not candy you want but a nice warm body next to you."
Charlie's eyes widened.
"F...Forget it. I'm just going to go and...I'm going to go."
Charlie ran out that door like he never ran before.
What just came over him? And why did he just run away? Didn't he like him? This was too confusing.
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