"Wake up Mr. Wonka."
"What happened?"
"Don't you remember?"
"No."
"Well, you basically showered me with kisses." My voice started to trail off, "and vice versa."
"Oh my, I remember now. Why did I fall asleep?"
"My chocolate, sir, it put you to sleep."
"I really like your dress."
"I know, you told me already." It felt strange to have him in my bed, but I didn't say anything.
"Wow, I can't believe I actually kissed you and I don't feel guilty."
"Well, I am your fiancée."
He got up and stood there for a minute. "Well, now what? There's no work to be done, so…" was he trying to get at something?
"I don't know. I'm staying right here because it's too cold outside and there's nothing else to do." He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it and was silent. "What?"
"Nothing, never mind."
"Oh, here, I have been meaning to give you something."
"No more tranquilizer-laced chocolate, please."
"Don't worry, this won't put you to sleep." I went and got a piece of paper off of the table. "Here, I drew this for you."
He looked at it carefully. "This is very good, thank you."
"No problem."
The picture was him, dressed in black and white. He was standing in front of a swirly background, his hat tipped to the side only showing one of his eyes. At the top it said, 'My Fiancé'
"I wish I could draw like this. You are very talented."
"You could draw like that if you tried to."
"No I couldn't."
"Yes you could." He got himself some paper and a pencil, and began to draw. He was really working hard, and taking his time. 10 minutes later, he stopped drawing.
"Here, this is all I can do." When I looked at it, it was a very sweet picture, but… it wasn't the best I had seen.
It was 2 stick people standing in front of a factory. One had a box of chocolates, the other had nothing. One had hair down past its shoulders, the other only down to its chin. I knew it was us, and I tried not to laugh.
"You…" I held back a giggle, "draw stick people?"
He could see that I was trying not to laugh, and for the first time I saw him really blush. His face as red as strawberry wine, he hung his head in embarrassment. "I told you."
"Aw, don't worry; my mom could never draw either…" I paused. "Never mind." I forced this thought out of my mind. "I could teach you."
"You would do that?"
"Miss Wonka's drawing school is open for business whenever you want to learn."
