Here's Chapter Five! Oh, and to answer your question Queen Bowie, I've based this off the 2005 movie. I always thought he had blue eyes! Oh well, it kind of all depends on how you look at it. Hehehe. Thanks for your comments you guys! I finally have a good idea where I think this is going now. Well, anyway. Here's the chappy.

A Rose By Any Other Name Chapter 5

It was finally morning…Rose had been having horrible dreams the night before. All of which involved that mystery candyman. She worried far too much for her own good, which in the past proved to be one of her…well, weaknesses. Rose rolled out of bed, and onto the floor where she layed for at least a minute or two. She gave a quick glance at her alarm clock, then continued to resume the fetal position on her floor.

Wait a second...Rose thought, and stood up, to look at the alarm clock better. 12:54, her digital clock read. That's not good. He asked me to be there at 1:00. I hope he's not angry that I'm going to be there late…he doesn't seem too patient a person. She bit her lip worriedly. "No time to sit around, I guess." Rose said to herself.

It was frighteningly cold today, she noticed. Rose didn't own a car or anything, so she walked by foot to the factory, as fast as she could. Her asthma prevented her from running quickly, which wasn't really helping at this point. It wasn't a very far distance to the factory from her apartment. In fact, you could see the factory from her bedroom window.

Meanwhile, as expected, Willy Wonka was getting a tad impatient. "Where in the whole of Loompaland could she possibly be? I don't understand how hard it is to follow a few simple instructions." He said, tapping his cane on the ground a few times. He was standing inside the hallway that lead to the chocolate room.

"I still sort of think it's a bad idea. You know, inviting her here, then expecting her to live here forever. I don't know how you think you are going to pull it off." said his companion, leaning up against the wall, twiddling his fingers.

"Well, I won't be needing your opinion, now will I? I intend to do exactly what I will do to get her to stay with me. Forever. Now you, little boy, should go back to your home and do something helpful and productive for your family. Goodbye!" Wonka said, with that odd smile, and those eyes that could burn a hole in the wall. Charlie took this advice, and ran back to his home, which was centered in the middle of the chocolate room. "Such a sweet little boy. How ever did I happen upon him? Heheheheheh…." he said to himself.

Just then, Rose had arrived to his factory and was now standing outside the enormous set of iron gates. She slowly looked up at the size of the building and shuddered.

What great things could possibly be inside there? It must be fantastic if the whole world wanted to see it. And here I am, getting a personal invitation from the lad. Er, man. He can't be older than thirty something. What exactly does he want with… Rose's thoughts were cut off by the opening of the two iron gates.

For a moment, she stood back, almost afraid to walk forward. A voice in her head said "Go on, it's alright." She bit her lip. Another nervous habit of hers. Wrapping her grey cable knit sweater tighter around her chest, as if it was a security blanket, she walked toward the entrance, her legs shaking a little more with every step.

Rose didn't really have a clue why she was feeling so nervous and afraid. It was almost as if she could feel some weird plot being formed.

Oh, whoops…she thought. She'd left her book of Shakespearian sonnets in the large side-pocket of her sweater.

"Why the slow saunter? Don't you have somewhere to be," a rather quirky voice said from very close behind her. She jumped a little. Turning around quickly, her eyes met a rather perky set of bright blue eyes. To her, they were the kind of eyes that showed every emotion a person couldn't display by their actions, or on their own face even. She didn't really know if she had those kind of eyes or not. She suspected she didn't. Without realizing, she had stared into them a little too long. They were just so pretty!

"Eh, I think you do. I mean, I invited you here. The least you could do was be on time! Well, there's no time to worry about that, now is there? There's so much I gotta show you!" the blue-eyed man said.

"But…" Rose said, being cut off by the all too impatient chocolatier. A gloved finger was pressed to her lips. "We have no time for buts, young lady." He said. He's a rather strange man. What could possibly be the hurry? Rose thought. She was a little too taken aback and shy to ask him any questions. Right now, anyway.

The two walked awkwardly hand-in-hand down the long hallway that led to the chocolate room. This was, in fact, the most important room of all, in Willy Wonka's eyes. They had not gotten but halfway down the hallway, when the lanky man stopped and smiled at her. She looked up at him and flashed him her metallic grin. When she'd realized he must have seen her obnoxious braces, she covered her mouth and blushed a bit. This made him giggle.

"You're rather short, aren't you?" he said. "Well, I can't exactly help it. It's how I was made." Rose said with a slight giggle, and another one of her very obvious blushes. "Sure you can help it. I wasn't made this way. I just am! Heheheheh." He said, which made her laugh a little. This man was amusing, although he was proving to be very strange too.

They reached the tiny door of the chocolate room. "That's a very small door…where does it lead to, and what?" Rose asked him. "Just wait and see." Wonka said, smiling at her.

The door proved to actually be a very large door, at that. What Rose saw before her was something she had probably only ever seen in her imagination, or in dreams. It was gorgeous. So many questions were running through her mind about this place! She was afraid to even step forward, it might disappear!

"Oh, it's not going to disappear." Willy Wonka inquired, almost as if he had read her very thoughts. "It's very real, actually. It produces this effect on pretty much anyone who's ever first seen it." He said. "W…wow," Rose said, completely in awe, "you made this yourself? All of it?" she said with a sort of childlike wonder.

"Oh, yes." He said, looking over at her. "Come with me. I want to show it all to you myself."

He once again took her by the hand and led her into the amazing room. It was almost like paradise. What is it about this man? He seems like a little boy, yet so smart. He made…all of this? All of it…..it's so beautiful. It's like nothing I've ever even imagined. And I do have quite the imagination. What a strange man.

He kicked himself for not actually even trying to say much to her. He couldn't even explain everything to her, or give her a grand tour of the room like he had given the children and their parents. He couldn't understand why he was feeling a little nervous. Nobody had ever really made him nervous before. This is what happens to someone who spends their whole life without much human contact at all. Especially women.

He didn't know how to act around her. No, he was not going to screw this up. She was going to fall in love with him, and she was darned well going to spend forever with him. That was for sure.

They had viewed most of the chocolate room in silence. Rose was feeling a little strange about this. I thought he was going to give me a tour of this room. Its magnificent! But why isn't he saying anything? All he keeps saying is, "It is beautiful, isn't it? Yeah. It's very beautiful." I must bore him. She sighed.

They climbed up a small hill that leaned over the chocolate river somewhat. Still, hand-in-hand. Not that this bothered either one of them, really. Rose thought it was actually kind of courteous. Willy had read somewhere that women liked that. It made them feel special. He kind of hoped it would work on her.

"Your dad…he…he was my dentist. Still is, actually. I see all the pictures of you up on his wall. All the articles. Why is your dad's house so far away from everything else? Do you ever visit him anymore?" Rose asked.

"All in good time." He said, kind of wincing. He gave her somewhat of an awkward smile.

"I want to ask you something." Rose said. "Okay. Anything. As long as it's not something really odd or really gross or whatever, because I'm not open for those kind of questions." Willy Wonka said.

"No, it's nothing like that. It's actually very simple really. Why did you bring me here?"

Willy Wonka was at a loss for words. "Because…because I can! That kind of a question is really not that important, don't ya think? You're here, that's all that matters. Millions of people would give up anything to see this! Be glad I chose you! There is much, much, much, much more I'd like to show you. Let's continue, shall we?"

Rose was a little bit dumbstruck. He hadn't exactly answered her question. In fact, he took the easy way out. It made her a little mad. He didn't even know her! She still had so many things to ask him. All in good time is what he'll say. I might as well just hold it off until later…anyway, I would love to see the rest of his factory. She thought.

"On with the tour?" he asked, but almost stated. Rose smiled at him, with a little less enthusiasm this time. Here she was, in the greatest factory in the world, with one of the most renowned confectionary geniuses, and she was feeling…worried? She kicked herself for that one.

She still wondered…why her?