Here's chapter three…tell me what you guys think so far!

A Rose By Any Other Name Chapter 3

It wasn't exactly what you'd call a productive day for Rose. Nevertheless, she didn't mind at all. The sun was peeking out today, which melted some of the snow that had already fallen the night before. Rose sat behind the counter; wire rimmed glasses set upon the tip of her nose, buried in a book of Shakespeare's sonnets. She loved reading in her spare time, especially Shakespeare's plays and sonnets. There was not much else she could do, visiting her friends wasn't exactly an option since most of them, the few she had, were on vacation to get away from the freezing weather in town.

Rose sighed. Yet another uninteresting, boring day was ahead of her. She longed for something, anything, to happen to her. Anything to escape the boring life she led. She had no clue what she was in for.

Meanwhile, Charlie and his black-goggled friend walked down the road, not exactly getting anywhere. "Where do you think we are going, little boy? I don't see anyone, anything, or anywho out today. My legs are killing me." Wonka said, with a little air of impatience in his voice. Charlie sighed. They really hadn't been getting anywhere.

They walked down to the corner of 18th street. "Ooh! Ice cream. Never seen that place before. Let's go in!", said the candyman, with that childish voice of his. They both scurried over to the ice cream parlor, and opened the door, which made the bell at the top jingle. This made Willy Wonka giggle a little…he was obviously pretty amused by this. He walked back out the door, then walked in, at least four times before he actually came in.

Concentrating so hard on her reading, she hadn't even heard the bell the first or second time Willy had been jingling it. A little startled at first, she threw her book down on the floor and hopped up, dusting her smock with her hands.

"Charlie Bucket! It's a surprise seeing you he…" She stopped mid sentence, noticing that someone was kneeling on the floor in front of the counter, peering into the glass case that surrounded all the different kinds of ice cream she had. Whoever they were, they had a funny top hat on, and strange black goggles on. She knelt down behind the case, to get a better look at this face. Whoever they were jumped a little, seeing her eye level with them. She smiled a cute, amused smile and giggled a little. Even to a twenty year old, this looked a little funny.

They took off their goggles to reveal the brightest shade of blue eyes she'd ever seen in her life. He pulled out a set of what looked like flashcards. "M…My name is Willy Wonka! H...hello!", he said with an all-too-exaggerated smile. Rose stood up, a little taken aback, and somewhat amused.

"It's rather nice to meet you, finally." She said, once again dusting off her smock. It had become a nervous habit for her. He stood up, still smiling that almost plastered smile. His eye twitched slightly. "You aren't one of those fiends who stole my secret recipes, are you? You're not, are you? I should hope not. If you were, I'd be terribly angry!", Wonka said, still smiling, and a little more wide-eyed. Charlie stepped up to him and yanked on his coat to get his attention. Wonka looked down at Charlie, whose eyebrows were furrowed. Wonka shrugged.

This is an awkward surprise…Rose thought. "Well, wh…what can I do for you?", Rose said, smiling yet another metallic smile. Willy Wonka noticed her braces and shuddered a little. Wow. She's kinda pretty. He thought. Then he had another thought. She could come visit my factory. Maybe she'd stay there…forever. Heheheheheh. Then again, I could make her stay with me. Heheh. It wouldn't be too hard, I don't think

"Oh nothing,", he said with almost a maniacal grin on his face, "we were just stopping in to say hello! Goodbye!", and with that, he grabbed Charlie by the arm and dragged him outside. "What do you think you're doing? We didn't even get to talk to her. Why are we going back to the factory?" Charlie said, extremely confused.

"Because, my dear boy, I've got an idea. It wouldn't be hard to get her to come to the factory would it? We could just invite her to come visit for awhile." Wonka said. "We don't even hardly know her! What are you talking about?" Charlie said, bemused. "If she comes to the factory, she won't be allowed to leave again, and therefore I will never be alone! Hehehe!", he giggled.

"People can't just make someone love them." Charlie said, stopping him. "Oh, but I can!" Willy Wonka said with a smile. That smile rarely left his face. "Bu…" Charlie began. "No buts! I know exactly what I am doing, and I will send for her tomorrow morning! Then at last I will never be alone!" Wonka said, with a wave of his hand, as if it was some magnificent plan. This is not how I had thought things would go…Charlie thought.

Willy Wonka walked into his factory with the widest grin on his face. He knew for sure things wouldn't be the same after tomorrow. Charlie was thinking the same, but not in the enthusiastic way Willy Wonka was. He can't just take her in and keep here here forever. It's not right, and not possible. But he owns the factory. He can do whatever he pleases. Charlie shrugged.

I'm taking this story in a different direction than I thought that I would! Comments anybody? Does this look like a good way for me to turn my story?