Author's Notes: This is an oneshot about Charlie's feelings
(Charleir's POV)
for a certain someone and what he is thinking. I do not plan on making
more chapters so telling me to continue it is pointless. Also the
reason I put this under the rating T is because it deals with pedophile
in a way. So yeah... Thanks for taking the time to read this, if you
even bother, and
hope you enjoy the small oneshot..
Scratch That
Is it wrong to feel this way?
Perhaps. Wait, no. Scratch that. Probably, most likely. No, no. Scratch that out too.
Definitely. It is definitely wrong for me to feel this way. If my parents knew, they would probably die from shock. I could see it now. They would have looks of horror etched onto their faces. Eye widen, mouths gaping. My mother would most likely bring both her hands to cover her mouth as tears would fall from her brown eyes. Then the most horrible sound would escape her mouth: a sob. She would start to sob like mad.
My dad, on the other hand, would probably let his eyes fall to the ground. A grim dark look covering his face. He would then shake his head in disbelief. Might even go to the point to disown me… Would he even go that far due to how I feel? …Perhaps. Wait no, no. Probably would be more likely. Scratch that too, definitely.
I don't know what to do. All I could do right now, was let out a few sighs here and there and keep it in. I could never tell my parents about how I felt. How I had feelings for a certain someone…
It didn't take me too long to grow attached to the tall lanky man with the candy filled cane and that leather top hat of his. He was very friendly, caring, sincere, and what made him different from everyone else was how eccentric he was. He didn't seem to care what other people thought of him and that's what made him so special to me. It's what attracted me to him. He did what he did best: made chocolate, cracked a few jokes here and there, and just be himself. Yet he was always surprising others and leaving a few quite flabbergast.
I couldn't help but let out a small smile. That man… He was just so… Dreamy? No. Scratch that. More so wonderful. Yes, wonderful. The man was a wonderful person. He is so kind to me and males me feel so relaxed, so warm inside. That wonderful man makes my stomach tightened and my heartbeat quicken at the very sight of him. That man… He encourages me all the time to be more open. To be myself. To not sweat the petty stuff and not pet the sweaty stuff as he once said.
I could feel my small smile turned into a grin.
But going back to my problem... These feelings… Was it attachment I felt for this older man? Did I feel this way because I secretly long for someone else other than my family to notice me? To love me? Was it lust? No, no. Just NO! Scratch that all out. Scratch out all the perhaps, probably, most definitely, maybes, lust, attachment, and everything. I knew what I am feeling is wrong and I knew that if anyone found out how awkward it would be for me, my family and for him. Especially him!
I knew that I was in love with Mr. Wonka and even though it would be hard for me to suppress these feelings I have, I would have to. I have to do it, no matter how much it hurts. Wait scratch that. No matter how excruciating it will be.
Fin