To Tristan494 I can assure you your story is great but thank you for complementing my story and saying that it deserves more attention :). It was a great way to kick off my Monday morning once I read it. MattTheWriter072, it is. Honestly I just looked at names for dogs and Apollo came up. I found it a coincidence because I am reading Les Mis at the moment and they compare one of my favourite characters to the Apollo, one of the Olympian Deities. So I knew that this was a good name haha. I do find it really sweet when they help each other with the furniture. I can only imagine Veruca getting frustrated and loosing her temper at Ikea furniture. And to answer about Charlie loving outside the factory, yes it was because he wants to live independently. But because his apartment is so close to the factory he still probably feels like he never left. As much as he loves Wonka and the factory, he must want to have some independence because he is at least 20 years old in this fic, and 20 year olds do want some freedom and independence.

It was a couple of days after Charlie had gotten her the dog and she had just finished walking it. It had gotten dark, and started pouring with rain, so she decided to head home. She walked into her apartment building and climbed the stairs, reaching her door. As she put the key in the door to unlock it, the lock wouldn't budge. Out of frustration she started forcefully turning it until the key broke. She kicked the door in frustration, angry at how nothing seemed to go right for her. It was cold, and dark, she was shivering from the rain and now she was locked out of her apartment. No one would be able to help her this late so she was stuck. She sat on the floor, petting Apollo thinking of all the things she could do. Go to Violets? No, Violets apartment had a strict no pet rule. Call her dad? No, she didn't want to seem needy, besides her parents lived two hours away from her. What about Charlie? He only lived five minutes from her, surely he could let her stay over for one night. She got up and went outside, trying to rush to get to Charlie's house.

Charlie heard a knock on the door and opened it to see her dripping wet and shivering. She had explained to him what had happened, that her key had broke and that she had no place to stay. He let her in and told her that she and Apollo could stay the night. He noticed that she was shivering and some dry clothes and a blanket. It was only a hoodie and some sweatpants, as it was all that could fit her, but she appreciated it and thanked him. He told her that he was cooking up dinner and offered her some to which she nodded, and told him she hadn't eaten since lunch.

"You must be starving."

"Yeah, but I'm not that great of a cook anyway so whats the point."

"You don't know how to cook?" He simply asked in a mild manner

"Not really… I know the basics… I had professional chefs okay!?" She said defended herself.

"Here let me show you how its done" He said, gently pulling her towards him, she tried to back away a little to which he let go.

"Charlie, I don't really want to… I mean, I'd like to learn, but I shouldn't, I'm terrible and will burn the building down." She nervously said.

"Then… I will happily burn this place with you. Now come here and I'll teach you" He joked. She cautiously came, but felt his comfort and decided to stay and not back away. He told her he was going to be cooking some spaghetti and asked her to get the pan and put some water in it to boil. She did what he asked her to, and they waited for the water to boil. He asked her what she had been doing for food for the past couple of months and she said that she had just been eating her terribly cooked food or taking out. Once the water boiled he made her put the spaghetti in the water. She asked him how much and he told her that he always never knew. If they made too much they could have leftovers for the next day, which he considered a treat.

"You know its really cute that you consider it a treat." She said quietly.

"Oh" he was caught by surprise. He started blushing. "Well, I guess its because I never got enough food when I was poor…" He quickly added, trying to look away to make sure she didn't see him blush.

"Oh… thats not what I meant… I'm sorry" She quickly stammered over her words trying to find a way to apologise. "I just meant, you're always so optimistic. I guess I didn't say it in the right way."

"No, its fine, I knew what you meant." He reassured her, trying not to make her feel embarrassed.

There was a silence and the two went back to watching over the spaghetti. She pondered over the fact that at home she never had leftovers, they always either gave the rest of the food to servants or threw it away. She felt bad because all that wasted food could have gone to someone like Charlie.

"D-do you like spaghetti? I mean I don't want to serve you something you don't like." He spoke up.

"Yes, I do. Charlie, you don't have to worry, I'm YOUR guest, I'm lucky that you're taking me in for the night." She said, putting her hand on his. Once he realised this she quickly took it off, not wanting to make things awkward. For a quick moment they both stared into each others eyes, knowing there was something there, until they shrugged it off, feeling as if the other didn't reciprocate their feelings. He quietly put the spaghetti into the drainer and served it. They didn't talk much whilst they were eating, however much they wanted to. Charlie told her that she should take his bed for the night whilst he took the couch. She was about to refuse, but quietly nodded and went to bed.

A/N Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.