AUTHOR'S NOTE: to TheHomicidalManiac777, I realized that the initial chapter is rushed, and the second chapter is a bit...premature...There is supposed to be a small time gap. You see, this isn't the real story...it's more of an introduction. I plan on going back and redoing the first two chapters (at least) to make them make more sense, and be better in general. Please keep tuning in!
To Yxunomei: Being prematurely judgemental of my story and my character will get you nowhere, nor will blatently insulting my tale. And yes, the movie was based on a book, but it isn't the same thing. My story is based on the movie, not the book. As for Lily being a MarySue, she is being developed. At any rate, she may seem like a MarySue as of right now, but it's mainly a character to offset Wonka, not to be her own Jazz...though I might throw her into her own story a little. Also, if you knew jack sh about me, you would know that Lily is NOT a self insertion. Every writer puts a bit of him/herself into their work, but beyond that, Lily and I are quite different, thank you. And, did you know Roald Dahl personally? I didn't think so. Since you don't, I think both he and I would appreciate you keeping your comments on what you believe he would like to yourself.
As for everyone else! Keep commenting! If you have a question, I'll answer it with a note on the next chapter. More reviewsfaster chapters!

It was two days later that Willy and Lily encountered again. Willy came into the taffy-stretching room to find the girl cracking her back on the taffy stretcher, with the help of a few straight-faced Oompa Loompas. Willy cocked his head and stared at her with his penetrating gaze, smiling his doll smile. Lily unclenched her fist from the upper taffy hooks and dropped to the ground somewhat gracefully. She looked slightly taller than before, meeting a 5'5'' height rather than 5'4''. Regaining her complete balance, she stood facing the candyman and mimicked him.

"Don't mimick me," Wonka said, straightening his head but keeping the same look on his face.

"Downt mihmuck mee," She copied mockingly.

The smile turned sarcastic. "You really shouldn't mumble. I can't understand a word you're saying," He said disdainfully, belittling her.

She frowned. Willy said, "Okay now," his original smile returning to his face. "Would you like a tour, seeing as you haven't had one?" His tone was intended to treat her like a child. After all, she was probably nearly a score younger than he, though he acted much younger most of the time.

Lily glared at him, then took the hands of the two Oompa Loompas in the room with her and stomped out pretentiously.

Willy got a confused look on his face for a moment, staring into the empty doorway that she exited out of. Suddenly he said, "Turn my frown, upside down!" beaming like a small child at Christmas. He took four large steps into the hallway and shouted after her, "You are supposed to close the door!"

Quite soon he heard an echo of a grunt of frustration.

Again, they didn't encounter for a long while. Lily found it harder and harder to evade Willy Wonka, seeing as he owned the factory. Too caught up in throwing him the cold shoulder, she didn't realize he was just going about his own business. She would rant to the Oompa Loompas (who turned out to be excellent therapists), eat ridiculous amounts of ice cream to console herself, and stomp about the place, none of which returned her to right mind about the Candyman. What bothered her was she couldn't stop thinking about him.

Occassionally, while ranting to the Oompa Loompa she had promptly named Orville, he would flash her a skeptical look after a particularly self-centered or off-base comment. Soon Lily took this more as a symbol of friendship than a cruel silent commentary. At any rate, three days after the third skeptical look she recieved from Orville, she went off on a peculiar prattle of her asking questions and answering them herself, and the babble resulted in her saying, "Fine, fine, I'll talk to him," To no one in particular. Orville, you see, had long since left to gather some Cocoa beans.

So that night, a week and a half after she came into the strange world of Wonka, Lily prepared him a chocolate dinner. It took her two hours to make, along with the help of the Oompa Loompas (though Orville was no where to be found). There were chocolate carrots and mashed-up chocolate, a chocolate T-Bone steak, and Hot Cocoa, with peppermint silverwear and cotton candy napkins, and plates made out of lollypops (minus the sticks). She sat herself down at one end of the small table with a shimmy and waited.

And waited.

Soon, she sent an Oompa Loompa to get Willy, to no avail.

It wasn't much longer before her plate was gone from picking at the food, and she started to doze off.

Lily woke up groggily what must have been an hour later, to Willy Wonka sitting across from her, munching down the last of his chocolate dinner. Lily glared at him.

"You didn't wake me up!"

Willy just shook his head plaintively, then licked his fingers of any residual chocolate, and proceeded to munch on his fork.

"You infuriate easily," she complained, giving up.

"And you," He emphasized, "are easily infuriated."

"Wha..?"

"Exactly."

Once again, Lily was left dumbfounded as Willy stood up daintily and folded his napkin to rest on his plate, clapping twice. As the chocolateer left, three Oompa Loompas rushed in and cleared the table top, as well as the table itself.

Surprised, the confused girl crashed to the floor, and lay slumped there for a moment. The next thing she knew, two arms were lifting her muddled body and carrying her off to her room.