Reya sat in the backseat of a car, slipping on her black t-shirt on over her neck, and then pulled the straps of her slip down so she could bull her arms out. She slid her arms into the T-shirt, and pulled the slip off all the way, pulling on a pair of black jeans quickly. Wonka was sitting in the front, driving and gracious enough not to look at she did this, even though she kept coverd for the most part.
"Where are was going?" she asked, sitting back back and putting on her shoes.
"I have a summer home in the mountains, just an hour from here. It's a good place to go to when you need to get away from things"
"Does my mother know?" she asked.
"Yes, naturally. I had to run all this by her first"
"And she let you." There was a pause.
"She was reluctant at first, but understood you needed some downtime you probably wouldn't get at home." Reya nodded and sat back.
"Have you ever had to do that before?" she asked.
"Pardon"
"What you did today, you seemed so collected. Have you ever had to do that before"
"No," he answered. "I saved an entire population of oompa-loompas, but it was nothing like that"
"Weren't you scared?" There was a paused and he nodded.
"Very," he answered. "And I pray I will never have to do that again, my dear." She nodded.
"You and me both," she muttered. She stared out the window and was silent for the rest of the ride.
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They pulled up into a gravel driveway in front of a huge house. Reya's jaw dropped when she saw it, but it made sense since he was Wonka. He had cash coming out his ears. They stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door. "How often do you come here?" she asked.
"I haven't been here in two years," he said, unlocking the door. The door opened and they stepped in. "Last year I was busy setting up the golden tickets. And the year before... I just lost track of time I guess," he said, shrugging. He turned on the lights and she looked around. There were beautiful polished wooden floors, and the living room was large with a big stone fireplace and a long maroon leather couch in the shape of a semi-circle. The room behind it was a library, not as big as the one in the factory, but still pretty big. Across from the living room was the kitchen. Big, like the rest of the rooms, with a large island and a big stainless steel regfrigerator. Outside of the kitchen was a dinning room with a gorgeous chandelier, and a wall of tall windows, revealing a beautiful mountain scenery. The next room led to the outside patio, overlooking the mountains, and a lake.
Downstairs, there was a billiards room, an arcade, and an indoor swimming pool and hot tub. On the second floor were the bedrooms and she was given the one across from his. There was a gothic style canopy bed with black and red sheets, a small veranda with a lounging chair and a beatifully crafted dresser with a vanity mirror. She knew his room was probably five times the sive of hers, but didn't care at the moment.
He left her alone and she walked over to the mirror to straiten out her hair, which was messy from being thrown like a ragdoll by Tyler. There was a brush on the dresser, and as she brushed her hair, she wondered what would happen to him. He'd probably go to jail since he was over 18. But for how long? And what about after? She sighed, thinking about how this meant she would have to go to court and deal with the police... again. And then the memory of when he had pointed that gun at Wonka came, and she shuddered. If he had pulled the trigger, a great part of her world would have come crashing down. It had happened so soon, and it was a miracle the cops showed up when they did, sort of in those drama movies where it looks like something's going to happen but someone stops it in time. If Tyler had pulled the trigger, she would never be able to forgive herself. It was too much to think about, and all she wanted was to get some sleep and relax. Probably not forget, but be fine with it for a little while.
After a little while, she went downstairs to the living room and saw a fire had already been lit in the fireplace, and Wonka was reading a book with his shoes kicked off and feet up on the sofa. She smirked, thinking the book was probably "How To Cope With People That Drive You Crazy." She sat down on the other end of the sofa and leaned against the arm, watching the fire dance in the fireplace. She could hear Wonka shift, and knew he was setting his book down to look at her. "How we holding up?" he asked. She didn't look at him, but shrugged.
"We're holding," she said. He sighed and shook his head.
"Don't lie," he said. "You're rattled, I can see it in your eyes." She didn't answer to this and she leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. "It'll help a great deal if you talk." She looked down and bit her lip.
"I can't stop thinking about it," she muttered.
"I don't blame you. Having a gun pointed to you isn't something you just forget about"
"I'm not talking about when the gun was pointed at me," she said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. He sat back, staring at her, slowly understanding. "Over the last year and a half I've lost my best friend, my dad, and almost you, and you honestly think I'm all caught up in what almost happened to me?" He didn't answer her. "You are my hero. You've saved my life twice now, and you have been there no matter what, even when I push you away you're there. You've become a part of me, man. I don't know what I'd do without you." She looked down again and fidgeted, knowing all the words she wanted to say right then and there, but couldn't. There was a long, awkward silence that was about to drive both of them over the edge. What he said next could've done the job as well.
"Reya," he said softly, thinking it over if he really should say what was on his mind. Wondering if this was the time or place. But the words came out before he could stop them. "Do you feel anything for me?" She looked up, eyes wide with shock, almost as big as when the gun had been pointed at her. Remembering that helped him realize what he wanted to say. "When I saw that young man put the gun to your head, and how wide your eyes got from fear..." He was trembling. "...I knew I wouldn't let anything happen to you. That I couldn't let anything happen to you." He looked at her and she gasped. There were actual tears in his eyes, something she had never seen before or ever expected to see. "We have been through too much for it to end now. But before anything else can happen, before we go back to the real world and get on with life and common sense kicks back in, I need to know how you feel about me"
She stared at him, still in shock from when he asked the first time. Her head was realing and she couldn't think of what she wanted to say. She stood up and walked over to him, sitting next to him and putting a hand on his knee. "I don't know," she answered. "I don't know what I feel about you. Somedays you really worry me with how... random you are. Some days you make me laugh so hard I know I'll be sore the next day. I've felt almost every emmotion possible towards you, mainly confusion, but more than that, security. When I'm with you I feel secure, like there's no way anything's going to happen to me without a fight. When that gun was pointed at you, the first thing I thought was, 'Oh my god, I'll die without him!' So, I think it's safe to say you're more than a friend to me." He didn't say anything and she began to think she had made a mistake by saying that.
A warm arm went around her and he drew her close. He kissed her forehead gently and kissed her cheek. He lingered there for a minute then moved his lips near her ear. "No matter what," he whispered. "I'll always be here for you"
"What happens now?" she asked, looking at him.
"I don't know," he whispered. "I really don't, but I think we sort of see each other eye to eye." She smiled a little.
"That we do"
They didn't say anything after a while. He held her in his arms and they both just watched the fire, until they both dozed off on the couch.
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(A/N: Hi! I've started a story on fictionpress called Claustrophobia. It's one chapter long so far cuz I've just started posting it, so you should check it out, along with my poetry. It's okay, I guess. G2G! Oh, I updated the weekly funny on my profile, so check that out too!)
