Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for Mrs. Lilyflower, Kelly, and Josh & Goons. They belong to respected people like Burton and Dahl. Also the two poems do not belong to me either; they belong to two wonderful and classic poetry writers.

PS. I asked Dollface to beta, but with the long wait, I didn't want my readers to wait anymore. After I finish this story, if Dollface wishes to still beta for me, maybe if she has time to do the whole story? If not I will see if anyone else wants too.

A/N: I can't believe I am finally finished with chapter 10! Took me a long while to figure out how I wanted to see this chapter play out. Also special thanks to PetPetAngel for giving a little idea on this chapter, without her I couldn't have gotten this chapter done. Thank you for all that reviewed, your comments are greatly helpful.

PS. Some parts the present tense goes to past. my pet peve that I can not get right as Crimson Passion would say :-) On with the story!

Chapter 10: St. Valentine's Day

Charlie rushed through the halls of the factory, his mind going into overdrive wondering how much Wonka saw and heard of his plans in the Inventing room. Looking at every corner, he was paranoid about how he could make a mistake on almost having his well made out plans be known. Slowing down, Charlie makes it in front of his room's door glancing over his shoulder he quickly enters the room and locking the door. Pressing the buzzer on the wall, four of his personal staff of Oompa Loompas arrive though their special door.

Gathering out his plans for tomorrow, Charlie explained to the workers on how each hall and room needed to be decorated before Wonka could leave his room. Each of the Oompa Loompas listens carefully on their parts and noted to explain to others to help with the work to be able to complete it on time. It took Charlie about two hours to show and explain everything and dismiss the Oompa Loompas to begin on the task in the middle of the night. Yawning at the back of his hand, Charlie staggered to ready himself for bed to be able to freshen himself for the tasks of morning.

Beeping from the alarm, Charlie moved his arm up quickly shutting off the loud sound of the alarm with his pillow. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, Charlie gathers himself out of bed heading towards the bathroom. The plans were going though his mind as he finished with his shower and groomed himself ready for the day. Spending a large amount of time fixing his hair by putting small highlights and streaks of golden blonde in his dark brownish hair. Coming out of the bathroom, Charlie moved into his closet and pulled out his suit for the day.

After putting on his suit, Charlie moved to his full length mirror to adjust his outfit for the day. He was wearing a deep ruby suit almost tailored to fit his body perfectly; the silky fabric was used for everything except for the tie and coat. The slacks glittered in the light hugging his hips and would sway gently near his butt as he walks. Looking down in the mirror, his newly polished shoes could almost see his reflection in them as they gleamed with sparkles. Fixing his satin black tie with a small diamond pin, the silky long sleeve shirt was milky white hugging closely to his chest.

Moving away from the mirror, Charlie picks up his silky ruby red overcoat and slips it on over his shirt. The long tails of the jacket lay loosely behind his back and down his legs covering a little of his butt when standing. However, moving back to the mirror the tails move slightly to give a nice view of his butt and hips. The jacket was a tight fit with the long sleeve shirt, but still giving him enough room to move in it, the sleeves not coving the ruby cufflinks.

Charlie didn't know how much time passed until an Oompa Loompa pulled on his pant leg trying to get his attention. He bent down to the be eye level with the worker, receiving the message that everything was in place and Wonka has been locked up in his room for about four hours now. Getting up to glance at the clock, the time was about eleven a.m. and Wonka surely would be flaming because he wasn't able to get any work done being locked up in his room. Giving the conformation to the staff worker, Charlie grabs his bag ready to leave his room as the worker takes off to start the plan. Stalking passed the workers at Wonka's blocked door, Charlie gives a sly smile and a thumbs up as he makes his way towards the room that he needs to prepare himself when he confronts Wonka.

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Wonka rolled out of his bed with his weak legs lifting him up, he was still very tired from the lack of sleep because his mind was still comprehending what he saw in the Inventing room. Grabbing his bathrobe off the post of his four-poster bed, Wonka heads towards his shower to ready himself for the day. After his shower and changing into his clothes, Wonka walked out of his bathroom to find that his breakfast was already set on the hand made bed. Breathing in the wonderful smell, Wonka pushed aside his thoughts and enjoyed his meal and a very chocolaty hot cocoa to hopefully bring back some of the strength that he lost from not sleeping right.

Finishing his breakfast, Wonka finally noticed a small piece of paper that was tucked under his plate with a small red heart on the corner. Smiling to himself, he grabs it and leaves the tray on the bed while grabbing a spare cane to enter the small living area. First thing he noticed was a small rose that was taped to his door. Stopping in his tracks, Wonka opens the paper to read the contents.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Taking in a deep breath, Wonka moved slightly towards the door still clenching the note in his hand while the other takes the small rose. Moving it up to his nose, the smell is intoxicating with a hint of Charlie's favorite cologne. Mix feelings and thoughts were going though him right now, laying the rose and paper down to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

'Why am I locked in? I can't get any work done if I am not allowed to leave my room!' he thought with a little worry, he knew Charlie had something planned but didn't want it to ruin his time to create things. A shiver went down his spine, also he didn't like being locked into places for too long incase something went wrong in the factory.

Wonka called for one of his staff members, waiting for a few minutes as a timid Oompa Loompa came into his room with a small envelope for him. Giving the worker an odd look, Wonka thanked him for the note and excused the staff member as he opened the envelope.

Due to Charlie's request, we (Charlie's Personal staff) have blocked your door until everything is ready. It shouldn't take very long, the door will open when we are ready for you and direct you to the rooms you are required to be into today. After the events of the day, you may or may not meet Charlie for dinner. Charlie says good morning and hopes to see you for dinner.

Charlie's Personal Staff

Wonka put the letter down with the rose, a small frown on his slightly pale lips about being locked up his room. Trying the door with all his strength, Wonka pushed his shoulder on the door but it wouldn't budge. Sighing deeply, Wonka sat in the nearest chair closest to the door and waited for the staff to reopen it. 'This is not how I thought I would be spending my morning; however I wonder what Charlie has planned.' Wonka thought about the situation in his head as the hours went by.

Wonka broke out of his thoughts as the door was pushed open by the Oompa Loompa, getting out of his chair he made his way towards the small worker. The Oompa Loompa had a stern but blank face as he grabbed a hold of Wonka's pant leg to direct him towards the first room. As Wonka passed though the hallway, he noticed that just Charlie's personal and inventing room staff was the only ones involved with this special surprise of the day.

Turning his attention away from the Oompa Loompas, Wonka finally noticed the beautiful decoration that covered the hallway. The floor were covered in sparkling rose petals almost making a silk red carpet to walk on, and the walls hung the deepest red hearts with tiny stars in the middle. Memorized by the sight of his hallway, Wonka blindly followed the workers down the hallway towards the room. The lights were dim to make it seem like a candlelit glow peering over the group as the made it towards the first door.

Sugar Cloud Soul was the name on the door, by the looking at the name plate it seemed that this room had just been recently added. Wonka stopped at the door, pressing his hand over the plate of the room as the worker unlocked the door. The first sight that Wonka saw was small but beautiful honey colored sugar clouds. In the small room, there was a square table in the middle of the cloudy mist; walking over to the table he saw there was other piece of paper with a small sugar box.

Grabbing a small piece of cloud that floated passed his face, Wonka slipped the candy into his mouth and it dissolved with a strong flavor of cherry and blueberry with a small tingling aftereffect. As the feeling left his mouth, Wonka moved his hand down and picked up the small piece of paper and opened it.

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Smiling at the words written, Wonka recognized it as it was one of the love poems that Charlie had to use for an essay for school. He looked behind him to catch a small smile on the Oompa Loompas' faces before they put up their blank masks. Moving his attention back to the small table, Wonka placed the paper on the table and grab the sugary box. Moving it closer to his face, Wonka examined the top of the box to see the thin layer of sugar coving the lid. With a shy grin, Wonka moves his mouth closer to the box and takes a small sample of the sugar off the top of the box with his tongue. The flavor was the same as the sugary clouds; however instead of a tingling aftertaste it sent a shiver down his spine.

His eyes clouded with a faint smile on his lips, moving the box away from his face to opening it with a small gasp escaping. There laying in the velvet sea of violet silk was a 12kt gold chain with a 24kt gold cross with a W in the center that the cross was laced with amethyst gems. The gems seem to sparkle in the soft light that laced the room he was in; taking the necklace out of the box he latched it over his neck and tucked it under his shirt. 'A wonderful gift, the gems match my eyes perfectly, however it will take me awhile to get use to wearing it,' Wonka thought.

Placing the box back on the table, Wonka tasted some more of the clouds before joining back up with the Oompa Loompas that was guarding the door. Leaving the room, the one staff member grabbed a hold of his pant leg and led him though the hallway again. Moving his hand up to where the necklace is laying onto his chest, Wonka could partially feel the warmth of Charlie's feelings and time he put into the gift. 'He has done so much for me, but somehow deep down I don't know how I feel about him,' Wonka thought as they kept walking down the hallway.

The hallway never changed it decorations, it just seem that the next room was deep into the factory. Finally coming to a stop at the next door, Wonka noticed it was other newly added room. 'Come to think of it, Charlie must have invented these rooms to surprise me!' Wonka excitedly thought. Moving his hand over the name plate of the room, 'Candlelight aroma' gave him the feeling that it wasn't candy or anything editable. Moving aside, Wonka let the staff worker unlock and open the door in front of him thus he was hit with tons of different smells.

Glancing around him noticed that the room was filled with all kinds of different candles of all shape and forms. Walking up to the table in the middle of the room, Wonka noticed that all the candles had a place for the wax to flow away onto a small blow and not getting hard. Confused by this concept, Wonka dipped his finger into the wax that was not hot but warm and slowly putting it in his mouth. Apple cider flowed from his tongue and down his throat coating it with the same tingling feeling that the cloud candy did.

Moving back toward the table, he picks up the piece of paper that was next to the same exact box which held the necklace in the first room. Breathing in all the scents, Wonka started to sway from side to side getting a small migraine; he grabbed the box and paper. Heading out of the room, the staff moved aside for him to regain his composure from being in the room too long. Unfolding the paper with a little difficulty, he finally opened it with the box still in his grip.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

Handing the paper to one of the staff members, he runs his fingers over the lid of the box trying to picture what kind of gift was hiding in this box. 'I feel like a small kid on Christmas day,' Wonka giggled at the thought, as he finally opened the lid of the box.

Inside the box, the bracelet sparkled and glittered in the dim lit hallway as he lifted it out for a better look at it. The band was solid gold with amethyst gems placed all around the middle like intertwine rope and at the end was two WW together. Both of the WW were the same gold, 12kt lighter than the necklace so it wouldn't be able to break easy. The amethyst gems that were around the bracelet were on the WW but in the middle of the letters retracing it.

His eyes sparkled with delight in the new gift, taking it out of the box and placed it carefully on his right wrist. Admiring it for a few more minutes, he finally covered it up with his long sleeve of his velvet jacket. Coming out of his trance, he was glided though the hallway towards his next area to examine. He was having a great time with all the new inventions and gifts that Charlie was showing him but somewhere in his heart that warned him of the decision he will make at the end of the day.

Turning into other hallway, he noticed that this one was decorated with soft petals of the lily flower and twinkling stars covered the wall. Moving farther down the hallway and making other small turn, Wonka and the staff arrived at the next room. A small gasp escaped his lips; he was now standing in front of the door that opened up to the inventing room. The same room where he was watching Charlie very closely last night and by mere surprise left his cane while running out. 'Another great invention and surprise gift,' Wonka thought with a smile as he was led into the inventing room.

Every machine was turned off for the day; Wonka was directed towards other small table in the room. There was a circle of rose and lily petals around the table and a plate of three pieces of gum, velvet box, and piece of paper. Moving his hand over the velvet box towards the paper, he lifts it up and opens it to read.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

Laying down the paper, Wonka slowly grabs the first stick of gum and cautiously puts it in his mouth and starts to chew. A small amount of delicious tomato soup starts to run down his throat and once it was finished the gum lost its flavor. Taking it out of his mouth, Wonka puts in the next one as he grabs the box off the table. Grinning slightly as the baked potato with sour cream soothed his taste buds, Wonka opens the box to reveal a solid gold ring with amethyst stone in the middle.

Placing the ring on his right hand, Wonka removes the gum and takes in the last piece of gum. Admiring the ring with a tinkle in his eyes, blueberry pie gum was the best dessert he had in a while. 'Oh my, my dear Charlie fixed the gum I am not blue or fat! Wonderful!' Wonka giggled with happiness and praise towards his heir. His heart skipped a beat with pride towards Charlie, beaming a giant smile at the workers as they escorted him out of the inventing room.

Making their way back up the hallways, Wonka was led right back to his bedroom and the staff gestured for him to spend a few moments to freshen up for his meeting with Charlie if he chose too. Wonka bent down and gave his understand gesture to the staff and lifted himself up to enter his bedroom. The first thing he noticed that there was a very nice suit laid out for him with a piece of paper placed on top. Grabbing the paper, Wonka slid into his favorite chair and opened the note.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Laying the paper down on the end table that was beside his chair, he looked at the far wall trying to decide what and how he was feeling. Rubbing his hands together, these past few days were going so fast for him, that made his mind go for a spin. Looking at his soft pale hands, he lifts himself out of the chair and begins to freshen up before changing into the clothes laid out for him.

Wonka walked out into his living room, he was wearing a soft blue dress pants with a satin blue long sleeve shirt. The shirt was a little low cut that showed off the necklace and the sleeve when moved also showed the bracelet on his wrist. Fixing his top hat on his head, he slowly walks to the door and pauses before opening it.

'I have made up my mind, so many feelings that I feel right now but only the correct way to deal with it,' Wonka thought as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

'I just hope I chose the right path for the both of us, even though it may change everything between us,' Wonka opened the door and followed the Oompa Loompas towards his new destination. He had no hard feelings towards the workers, even though he was very surprised the time and effort for all this to happen.

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Charlie paced in the small room, the table was already set and all it needed now was the dinner preparations and his special guest to arrive. He also had been very busy as Wonka did the tour of the rooms that his workers had prepared all night for this special day. The Oompa Loompa tugged on his pant leg, Charlie leaned down and the message that Wonka was on his way towards the room. Getting up to fix his suit, Charlie lays out the dinner on the table and barely finished lighting the candles before there was a knock at the door.

Wiping his sweaty hands on his pant leg, his heart was beating wildly as he could barely hold in the butterflies in his stomach. Reaching out towards the door, Charlie opened it and both people couldn't hide the gasps. 'He looks very good and I am so happy that he is wearing my gifts, maybe everything will change!' Charlie thought with a big smile on his face.

Charlie looked at his mentor from top to bottom, the clothes that his staff picked was just made that night due to the fact that Wonka didn't own anything else except for his normal wear. His butterflies didn't ease up and his pulse quicken as he gestured Wonka to come in and sit down. Closing the door behind him, Charlie followed Wonka towards the table and sat down on the other side of the table.

"I am glad that you found your gifts, was your day enjoyable?" Charlie asked Wonka as they started on their dinner. Wonka's face never changed his expression; he was smiling a little and a twinkle in his eyes that said a lot of thoughts where running though his mind.

"My time was enjoyable and thanks you for the gifts, they are perfect." Wonka replied as he buttered his bread, as he passed the other piece of bread towards Charlie, their hands meant for a brief moment.

"I do hope you liked the poem also, a nice touch because of the holiday." Charlie said softly, still flushing over their miner contact. When Wonka didn't reply, Charlie placed his attention back to his food for the moment.

"Y..Yes, the poem was a nice touch." Wonka stuttered.

"I'm glad, also the things I worked on a long time, my favorite was the sugary clouds. What was yours?" Charlie questioned him slowly, they were slowly finishing their dinner and the staff came and cleaned off the table.

"I..I..guess that was my favorite too, the candles gave me to much of a headache." Wonka replied with a stuttering voice. His face was getting a little flushed in the cheeks.

"Is there anything wrong? We still have a little more time, and maybe so much more at the end." Charlie asked in a hope filled voice, yet something inside was telling him that this ending won't be a fairytale one.

Charlie's pulse and heart quicken when Wonka turned his head not being able to look at him anymore. Charlie could see the redness in his cheeks just before he turned away, and Charlie moved his hands under the table unable to stop them from shaking.

"Charlie, my dear boy, my feelings I have are complicated that even I don't know how I feel about this situation." Wonka's voice was shaking with so many feelings. Wonka turned his head back towards Charlie, and a small bead of sweat could be seen moving down along his face.

"I like you, Charlie, but not the way you want me too. I may be able to like you in the future, even maybe love you at some point." Wonka tensed as soon as he finished the line, Charlie's eyes glisten with sadness.

"But, there is something between us; I know it's there as long as we give it a try." Charlie's voice trembled, trying to hold back the tears. He moved his hands up to his face to wipe off some sweat.

"Yes there is a connection, but we shouldn't rush into things that we may regret later. Let's take our time and see how our friendship goes; I don't want to pressure you into anything." Wonka stated and tried to reason with his heir, as he grabbed a hold of Charlie's hands.

"But these feelings are very strong, Mr. Wonka! Our friendship has grown and my feelings for you blossom into something even stronger." Charlie cried out; tighten the hold of their hands.

"Charlie, please let's just work out these feelings on our own before we jump into anything. I will protect you from everything, and if we do get closer then we will go from there." Wonka took his hands away from Charlie, and stands up from the table.

Charlie got up onto his shaking feet, his eyes stun with tears that he didn't dare let fall in front of Wonka. He tilted his head up to see Wonka looking at him for some kind of sign that he understood the request he made. Moving his hand through his hair, Charlie got the courage to do something, but afraid of the consciences of his actions. Moving slowly towards Wonka, Charlie lifted his head up to peer into the deep violet eyes of the man that only wanted to be friends.

"Forgive me," Charlie whispered, and Wonka barely heard it.

Charlie leaned up a little to meet Wonka eye to eye, and he could feel the hot breath coming from the confused face. Without breaking contact, Charlie moved his lips slowly pressing them onto Wonka's smooth yet soft lips for a brief kiss. Wonka gave a small gasp against Charlie's lips and Charlie took the opportunity to put little more feeling into the kiss. Moving his hand up to Wonka's hair, he ran it through once before breaking contact.

Charlie's cheeks went deep red as he looked at Wonka's surprised face, moving his hand to intertwine it with Wonka. Charlie waited for his body to calm down and Wonka finally started to come out of his daze spell. Giving his hand a small squeeze, Charlie removes his hand and heads towards the door. Wonka watched him go, and then Charlie turns around to glance back.

"My feelings will hopefully never change for you; however I will go with your wish and remain friends. Then hopefully someday soon or later, we may carry this relationship into something more." Charlie stated as he gave Wonka one last look and left for his room.

Wonka stared at the spot where Charlie was standing just before he left the room, the small kiss still fresh in his mind. Moving his hand up towards his face, Wonka traced his lip with his finger where Charlie had kissed him. Sighing deeply, Wonka lowered his trembling hand to his side.

"Did I make the right decision?" Wonka asked himself silently, the empty room gave no answer back except for silence.

TBC…

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A/N: Thanks for reading! my job search is over, and I am now an employee of Waldenbooks! I start working this week…so my time will be shortened. PS. I have started on the last chapter, I should have it written in a week or two. Thanks to all who read my story and at the end, Dollface or anyone else wants too, my story will be up for beta so once it is completed and it will stay on my first great story (betaed).