A/N Own Nothing. You already knew that.

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Chapter 14: Cheese Steak Conversations

Christy watched as Willy was going to attempt to make the cheese steaks and starting crying out with laughter and fake horror. He didn't even start and already he was doing it wrong. Willy listened closely to her instructions and did a great job of making them in the end. He put hers on a plate and reached over to her table while trying to stay far away. He then disinfected himself and sat in the chair at the end of the kitchen to eat his. Christy smiled as she took the first bite. She wished that she felt better so she could enjoy it properly but it was nice to have a feeling of home then.

Willy was enjoying his as well and thought that he should use this time to get to know her. He got out his cue cards. "Ok, it's time for me to find out everything about you."

"Why?" Christy was sure this wasn't normal behavior for a reclusive person.

"Because if you are going to be living in my factory then I need to know everything that goes on." He took out a note card. "Ok first, why did you move?"

"To get as far away as possible from my ex-boyfriend."

"Uh, what is your favorite color?"

"Dark green."

"Do you miss home?"

Christy shrugged and then nodded. "I had a big family. I miss Sunday barbeques and stuff like that. I'm going to miss spending the holidays with them. It was a hassle trying to get something for everyone but fun. Where did you live?"

"Hmm? I can't hear you when you mumble and I believe I was asking the questions."

"Yeah, well now I am. Where did you live before the store on Cherry Street?"

Willy went into one of his zoned out flashback states and Christy put her head back down as she nibbled and waited. When he came back he laughed nervously and played with his gloves. Christy looked back up. "Alright you win Mr. Wonka, no pre-factory closing questions."

Willy looked down and continued eating for awhile and Christy kept nibbling. It was really good and if she sat there long enough she could finish it maybe. Willy smiled again with another question. "Did you have any pets?"

Christy nodded. "My ex and I had a cat and some cockatiels, but he kept them when I moved."

"Maybe, we should add some animal care into your job description. You seem to get along with them." Christy nodded again and put another bite of cheese steak in her mouth. Another long awkward silence filled the room, but neither of them really minded. They were both absorbed in their own thoughts and eventually Willy finished eating and cleaning up and was disinfecting himself and the room again.

Christy didn't even notice because she was asleep on the table, half of her dinner still there. Willy wrapped it up and put it away for her. He slowly brushed her hair out of her face and started thinking strange thoughts, for him at least. She is so beautiful. Eww why am I touching her? Eww why am I in the same room as her? She still is beautiful, more than the best chocolate castle I could ever make.

Willy surprised himself by picking Christy up and tucking her into the bed. After making sure she was still sleeping he went to his bedroom to take a scalding hot shower. Once he was sure he was clean and germ free he headed back towards the Inventing Room to work on some new creations.

Willy left Christy alone for the most part for a few days. He would knock and leave food by the door for her, but she would only see him walking away. She was able to answer the phone and email messages from her room and while she was sick she made sure that Dave knew that there would be no more playing in the park.

By Wednesday, Christy was back to her normal self and another five pounds lighter. She restarted her work routine adding in caring for some of the cows and sheep that Willy had. She was back to band practice that evening and found that they had another job that Saturday.

The biggest surprise Christy got was when she got her bank statement that month. There was her paycheck deposited, but there was no way it could possibly be that much. Suddenly realizing that they never even discussed a pay rate, Christy sent an email to Doris asking her to double check that it was right. Doris checked everything over and everything was in order. Wow, I guess I should work a lot harder to earn this money. Although I guess I am on call at any time of the day.

That Saturday Christy found herself on the bathroom floor again. She had already gone through being on stage once and she really didn't want to do it again. She had tasted some new chocolate that Willy was making and now it was all down the toilet. Charlie was knocking on bathroom door. "Christy? Mom says they are having dinner early for you before you have to go"

"Ugh," Christy heaved once more into the toilet and got up. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and loaded makeup on. She followed Charlie to the elevator and almost refused to get on. Her stomach was not in the mood for being whipped around. Thankfully she made it to the little house without getting sick again and slumped into her spot at the table.

Willy sat next to her, "Hiya shorty. Don't worry about tonight. You were fine last time weren't you."

Christy picked her head up. "That's because you were there." She kept her eyes on the table concentrating on breathing slowly. Willy's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't realize him being there actually affected her. He didn't even want her or anyone else to know he was there.

Mr. Bucket laughed. "You must have been mistaken. Mrs. Bucket and I were there and you were great, but Willy never leaves the factory. We will get you to come to the park with us and Charlie one of these days Willy."

Willy laughed nervously while fiddling with his gloves. Christy finally looked away from the table and looked right at him. He nervously glanced at her. He tried to beg with his eyes for her not to say anything. Christy smiled at Mr. Bucket. "I must have thought I saw him with you two. I guess I was wrong." Willy looked relieved and began piling his and her plate with food.

"You are going to end up eating most of this, if you don't stop," she whispered to him. He teasingly put another big scoop of mashed potatoes on her plate and she smirked at him. "Fine, I will come into your room when I need to throw it back up because I am so nervous." He glared at her. She won. He put the spoon down and started eating his own food.

Christy ate at least half of what Willy gave her and she almost didn't notice that at some point he sneakily switched their plates and finished what she had left. No one else seemed to notice it either. She smirked at him and he looked back at her innocently. What happened to the germaphobia? He was definitely not what she expected when she came for the job and she was nothing that he expected when he opened the position.