A/N: This chapter's kind of short. I'll upload a longer one later.

Disclaimer: Anything that was in the book/movie isn't mine.

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*Where did she get such a terrible attitude from?* Willy wondered.

They were in the hallway that got smaller as you walked up it.

"You'll notice that the hallway is getting smaller - or I'm getting larger," he told her.

"Cool," she said.

She hadn't freaked out yet, like the other winners of the Golden Ticket's had. She was just amazed and fascinated. It made his heart swell from adoration.

Pulled out a keyboard above a small door. "It's a musical lock."

"Obviously."

"And I have to tell you cannot to touch or eat anything - except the gumdrops and the candy bars and the pudding and the birds and the tress and the flowers and the bees and the atoms and molecules-"

She smiled faintly. "I get it."

He smiled back. "Very good."

He unlocked the door, and revealed the candy garden.

Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes widened. "It's - it's -"

"It's what?"

"It's paradise!" she ran out to the candy, gobbling it up as Charlie and Willy looked on, amused.

They walked over to her.

"This is so *good*!" she said, eating chocolate mint leaves off one of the trees.

He didn't tell her that he was pretty sure she was conceived somewhere near there.

"This is only the beginning!" Charlie said. "Oh, look, oompa loompas!"

A group of small people with orange faces and green hair came out.

She stared them in amazement. "This has got to be the most magical place in the world," she murmured.

"It is now," he replied.

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"It is so cool!" Wednesday squealed in Stanley's ear later that evening.

He cradled the phone in the crook of his neck. "I guess it's not as bad as you thought, huh?"

"Well, maybe I was being a little judgemental," she admitted.

Stnaley could hear his parents howling at each other again. He shut the door. "School is boring without you."

He could hear the smile in her voice. "Isn't everything?" she joked.

He picked up his notebook, the one that had "I love Wednesday Mars" written all over it. He put it under his bed. "My parents want me to join the football team."

She laughed. "American football? You'd be killed!"

"Oh, they want me to get into a university, get a cheerleader pregnant, that sort of thing."

"Goddamn it, George! I can't handle this shit anymore!" he heard his mother scream.

"Well why don't you take your fat ass and bloody leave?" he heard his father reply.

"What was that?" Wednesday asked.

"Oh, the radio," he lied. "Listen, I've got to go. See you."

"See you."

He hung up the phone. He laid on his bed and put on his head phones. He cranked them up as loud as he could.

He did what he did every other night. He thought about Wednesday until his parents couldn't yell anymore.