Fala Delacroix- CALM DOWN! Just think Depp thoughts . . . (snoopy dance)
Twiggy Wonka- (catches coffee beans) YAY! And as for you're question about Ralph . . .Well ur just gonna have to wait and see if Ralph makes an appearance now won't cha?
Shero- I try my best to keep the plot interesting. And you're also gonna have to wait and see about Ralph! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
SheScreamsInSilence- That was only a warm up of the kiss my friend. And I wish I have some Bottle Caps right now . . . I agree with you. Damn Wonkas candy!
xXxInvisible in your eyesxXx- Hope you like this chappie. It's Willy's first date! Aww!
A/n: I'm back! With another great chappie! And its spring break down here so expect some more frequent updates! (snoopy dances while throwing espresso beans in the air)
Chapter 14: Someone Like You
I watch Bianca walk away as I sat back against my hard candy boat. She kissed me. The thought rang through my head until it finally hit me. A stupid smile began to spread across my face as I lightly laughed. "She kissed me!" I said aloud to myself. I laugh lightly again. I'm happier than the day I opened my factory! I sat there a group of small laughter interrupted the image of my date with Bianca.
The Oompa Loompas was the culprits behind the laughter. I pull an annoyed look. "What's as funny? I don't see you guys going on a date with a beautiful woman!" They only laughed harder and louder. I growl softly and remove myself away from the mischief-makers. Hmph! They're not getting their extra tip of cocoa beans today!
I make my way to the Bucket's house for a quick bite of dinner. I want to get ready for my date as soon as possible. I entered the crooked little door, and was suddenly flooded with questions.
"Why did Bianca look so happy when she left the boat?"
"What took you so long? What were doing in that boat after Bianca left?"
"And why are you blushing?"
"Aah! Too much questions!" It was too over whelming. Charlie, Arlene, and Emmy have cornered me. I sighed. "How should I know why Bianca is happy? I was talking to the Oompa Loompas, and I am not blushing!"
"Yes, you are," Emmy said softly.
Everyone in the Bucket residence laughed . . . Well, almost everyone. Dad had a serious look on his face. I escape the little crowd that surrounded me, and quickly grab one of the left over sandwiches from lunch. "Aren't you gonna stay for dinner?" Arlene asked suspiciously.
"No. I'm really not that hungry. I'll meet up with ya when we're ready to go over to The Red Rat." I quickly rush out the door before I was run over with more questions. I let out a big sigh, and took a bite out of my sandwich as I walked to my room to freshen up a bit.
I took a quick shower and dressed in my best suit, complete with top hat and cane. I sprayed some of my cologne that Prince Pondicherry gave me when I visited him to help make his chocolate palace. It smelled like sandalwood and lotus leaves.
I heard a knock on my door. "C'mon in!" I tell the anonymous knocker. I heard the door creak open and close. I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror. Perfect, I thought as a smug smile formed on my face. I step out of my bathroom to see Dad sitting at the foot of my bed. "Can we have a little talk, Willy?" he asked with his big voice. I gulp and nod. Even though I was in my mid-thirties, he still made me feel like I was five.
"What do you want to talk about, Dad?"
"Girls."
I looked at my dad; surprised about the subject he had in mind. "Girls? Wha-What about them?"
"Well, I'm guessing that you never really liked girls have you? At least until Bianca moved in."
"What makes you say I haven't liked girls?"
"Oh . . . Are you gay then?"
"What? No! What I meant to say was I did like girls before . . . How do you know I like Bianca anyways!" I say quickly changing the subject back to girls.
"A father has his ways . . . And the way you look at her. The eyes always give it away."
"Well, what do you want to tell me?" I don't see where this talk is going.
"I just wanted to tell you the basic rule of girls . . . If they say they're fine, nothing is fine. If they say nothing is fine, then everything is wrong, and you need to find a safe place to hide because they can detonate at any moment at that point." My jaw was hanging open from all this information. I closed my mouth, and raised my eyebrows. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?"
"Yes . . . And I also want to know if you're still a vi- . . ." He took a deep breath. "Are you still virgin?"
"Dad!" I almost gagged, but instead I rested my head on the heel of my wrists. I can feel my face flush from embarrassment.
"I just wanted to know . . ."
"Yes! I'm still virgin!" I stared at Dad until he sighed and stood up. "Well, I think it's time to go." I nod and walk out with Dad. Arlene, Noah, Emmy, Charlie, and Grandpa Joe are waiting the front door.
"Everybody ready? Let's go!" Arlene led the way to The Red Rat. I walked in between Dad and Charlie. I decided to tell Noah that I was going on a date with Bianca so he could keep Arlene distracted. At least she won't spy on us!
We arrived at The Red Rat just in time for the first act. We were seated as the overture played on and on in a vamp. After the overture came to an end the old lady with the eye patch makes an introduction and the show begins with a comedy sketch. Random acts, including ladies playing marimba pieces, choral duets, and a modern ballet act, went on for an hour until the raspy voice announced Bianca. Our table cheered, clapped, and whistled the most as Bianca stepped out to the center of the stage.
My breath was taken away from the sight of her. She's wearing the most elegant dress I've ever seen. Her dress was a violet-blue with a layer of black that comes down to her knees. A light blue corset with violet-blue stars covered her mid-section and flared down towards the back. Half of her hair was up, except for two pieces of hair that ran down the sides of her cheeks. Light blue stars decorated her hair, making her look even more radiant. Her skin seemed to glow like the full moon we shared together when we first met. I could feel the anticipation as the piano played its intro. Bianca took a deep breath, and began to sing with that angelic voice of hers:
Sympathy, tenderness,
Warm as the Summer,
Offer me their embrace.
Friendliness, gentleness,
Strangers to my life,
They are there in his face.
Goodness and sweetness
And kindness
Abound in this place
I am in love
With the things
That I see in his face.
It's a memory I know
Time will never erase...
I peer through windows,
Watch life go by,
Dream of tomorrow,
And wonder "why"?
The past is holding me,
Keeping life at bay,
I wander lost in yesterday,
Wanting to fly -
But scared to try.
But if someone like you
Found someone like me,
Then suddenly
Nothing would ever be the same!
My heart would take wing,
And I'd feel so alive -
If someone like you
Found me!
So many secrets
I've longed to share!
All I have needed
Is someone there,
To help me see a world
I've never seen before -
A love to open every door,
To set me free,
So I can soar!
If someone like you
Found someone like me,
Then suddenly
Nothing would ever be the same!
There'd be a new way to live,
A new life to love,
If someone like you
Found me!
Oh, if someone like you
Found someone like me,
Then suddenly
Nothing would ever be the same!
My heart would take wing,
And I'd feel so alive -
If someone like you
Loved me...
Loved me...
Loved me!...
The audience broke into applause. Bianca smiled triumphantly and looked at me. She curtsied and nodded discreetly towards backstage. I slightly nod and quickly excuse myself from the table. I sneak backstage and knocked on Bianca's dressing room door. The girl with curly blond hair answered. "Oh! Come in!" She moves aside as I step into the tiny room. The woman with the eye patch was there, along with a man that looks like he's in his early twenties. He had a measuring tape around his neck, and was grabbing the dress Bianca wore for her performance from behind a dressing screen. I could only guess who was behind there almost completely bare . . .
"Hold on one minute, Willy! I'm just slipping into something more comfortable!"
"No problem," I simply answer back.
"While she's gettin' dress, 'ow about we introduce ourselves?" said Eye Patch Lady. "I'm Corletta, but you can call me Letta. I'm the owner of The Red Rat. This 'ere is me granddaughter, Titania." Titania bowed her head as she curtsied. I tipped my hat in response. "And that strapping young fellow 'ose currently helping Bianca is Ewan. He's the head make-up artist, hair stylist, and custom designer."
"May I also add the head of homosexuals?" Bianca said from behind the dressing screen. Ewan bursts into high pitch laughter. "You got that right, Snow White!" He turns around to meet me. He has mint green eyes and dirty blond hair. "Please to meet you. I don't think we've heard of your name . . ." He tilted his head. "He's Mr. Willy Wonka," Bianca said before I could. "Aren't you suppose to get dressed, missy? Stop talking and get ready!" Ewan snaps back as he puts his hands on his hips. Bianca pulls a raspberry. Ewan gasps. "Well, I never!" Bianca's giggles ring throughout the room. Ewan rolls his eyes as he continues to talk. "I love your Triple Dazzle Caramels!" he said as if he was eating one right now. "Amen!" Bianca's voice said as her hand rose above the screen. Ewan high fives it.
"Thank you," I say quietly.
The room suddenly became dead silent. The only sound came from Bianca behind the screen struggling with her wardrobe. Titania decided to break the ice with a curious question. "How did you ever become such a talented person, Ewan?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't many people that can do make-up, hair, and design customs!"
"Ewan lightly laughs. "Well, dressing things up was is my specialty. I was a window dresser before your wonderful grandmother asked me to work here. And I was good at it too! Do you know why? Hmm?" Titania shrugged her shoulders. "It's because I couldn't rest until each mannequin was perfect!"
"Oh, here we go again . . ." Bianca said dully. Ewan pays no attention to her as he began to lightly sing while putting up the delicate dress:
"Dressing them up,
I was the crème de la crème
As I adjusted each hem
I keep on dazzling them
At my particular store
Which was the best in the town
You'd never catch them wearing a frown
Or catch them dressing me down
For my finesse at dressing them up!"
"Ewan, I don't mean to interrupt . . . well, actually I do! I need some help back here!"
"Are you decent?"
"Duh!"
"Well, I don't know if I should. You interrupted my singing!"
"I'd rather you dye your hair hot pink!"
"Oh, Lord! That's a definite no! Because if I do, then you can call me a flaming homosexual!" With that Ewan disappeared behind the dressing screen. Moments later, he reappeared and cleared his throat. "Mr. Wonka, Bianca is ready." Ewan slid the dressing screen closed. There stood Bianca in all her glory. She looked . . . dare I say it? Utterly ravishing.
She's wearing a sapphire blue dress that ends about mid-thigh. Black stockings covered her legs, and matching blue high heels with black ribbon bows covered her feet. Her hair was left down, but a blue ribbon tied back the hair from her beautiful face. A sweet smile with sparkling eyes met my gaze. I slowly walk towards her and gently take her hand in mine. Mimicking my dad's earlier moves, I brush my lips against her knuckles and kiss her hand. Bianca smiled once more, and tried to hide her blushing face with her hair.
"Do you know who you two remind me of?" Ewan said, breaking my gaze with Bianca's. "Alice and the Mad Hatter from Alice and Wonderland!"
"Well, that's quite a coincidence. We're going to Wonderland!" Bianca said as she grabbed a sweater. I helped her put it on, and offered her my arm. She gladly accepts and wraps her arm around mine. We make for the door.
"You kids 'ave fun. And be good," Letta said in a motherly way.
"Don't worry. We'll be very good," Bianca said sweetly.
"That's what you think!" I whisper quietly in Bianca's ear. Bianca playfully slapped my shoulder and giggled as we stepped down from the attic, and outside the chilly night.
A/n: The song Bianca sings is Sympathy,Tenderness/Someone Like You from the musical Jekyll & Hyde. And the little snip of the song Dressing Them Up that Ewan sang is from the musical Kiss of the Spider Woman.
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