Gosh, I really appreciate the reviews guys. I thought at first people would find it a little boring! You are all awesome! And to Priestess Of Anubis…I LOVE POTO! I was almost hoping it would kind of give that Phantom-ish feel. Except Willy Wonka isn't mean. He's just a little bit odd. Ok, maybe a little scary too. But in an attractive way. Well, to those that actually liked POTO. But, on with the story eh?

A Rose By Any Other Name Chapter 6

The amazing, yet utterly confusing chocolatier escorted the sweet Rose to his glass elevator. "It has so many buttons!" Rose exclaimed. "Where do they all lead to?" she turned to ask the man in the purple suit. "Everywhere in the factory. Anywhere you wanna go! Just push a button. Any one of 'em, go on!" he said.

Rose looked around at all the buttons. There were so many rooms! She glanced at the names, and saw one that really caught her eye. Library. That was one of the many places in the whole world that she most enjoyed to go. She pushed it, and they whizzed off. Rose couldn't really tell in what direction they were going, because she had been violently thrown up against the wall of the elevator.

"Heheheheh. You're gonna have to get used to that." he said, almost smirking at her. She frowned a little. "And how do you just stand there as if nothing happened?" Rose questioned him, looking up at him. "Do you really want to know how many times a day I ride this thing?" he asked her, "Well…" "Good. Because I don't have a clue! Hehehehehe." He said, rather amused at himself. Rose, however, wasn't too highly amused. A little bit sore from how hard she'd been thrown up against the wall, actually.

Their ride had finally come to an end as they reached the library. "This room is one of my favorites. You won't believe it when you see it!" Wonka said as they stepped out of the elevator and into the great room he called the library. Rose was once again in awe.

"This is the place I come to when I need some ideas. Or when I just feel like reading, heh. You find the darndest stuff in books, you know?" He said.

"Yeah…yeah I'd know. I've read a lot of books before. I have never seen a library like this." Rose said, taking in everything around her.

The room was unlike any other room. It was made of entirely black and white marble, and was circular in shape. The ceiling was extremely high, and shelves of books completely covered the walls.

"This place is so unlike any other place I've ever been to. The most wonderful library I've ever seen." Rose said, still in awe of the place.

"I was hoping you'd say that…" Willy Wonka said, a slight wavering in his voice. Rose walked forward toward a wall of books. She ran her hands over the books. This was a dream, really. It had to be!

"There's something special about this room, too. You don't have to go looking through every one of these books to find something. Come here, lemme show ya something!" Willy Wonka said, motioning the girl toward him.

He was standing at a big, clear computer-like monitor. It was made of glass, and the screen said, "Please speak your selection"

"All you have to do is say the name of whatever book you want, and then that machine hand over there just grabs it for you! Go ahead, try it! It really works!" He said enthusiastically.

Rose had to think a minute. She asked it to get one of her all-time favorite books, a book of her Shakespearian sonnets. A huge mechanical hand quickly reached out toward one of the shelves, pulled out her book, and brought it back. This made her smile.

Willy Wonka snatched at the book before she could get it out of the hand herself. "Oh! Isn't this the guy who writes the sappy poems and stories?" he said, childishly.

"Well, for one thing, they aren't sappy. They're beautiful. He didn't really write stories, he wrote plays. Plays that you would put on at a theater. They are world renowned!" Rose said, smiling at something off in the distance.

"For your information, young lady, I don't sit around and read every day. What is the point in that? I…I'm world renowned too, ya know." Wonka said, sticking his nose up in the air, which is something he didn't do too often unless he was just trying to be obnoxious because he could.

"The point in that," Rose said, following him as he walked in some random direction not really leading anywhere, "is to imagine what could be, and even learn things you didn't already know. When I read, it's like I can get away from this world, you know? Like leave all the worries of everyday life behind, and enter a world that's created from imagination. I'm sure, of course you know all about that." She said, knowing she'd won.

Wonka just stood there with a defeated look on his face, facing away from her. He'd actually found someone who knew how to use her imagination. But he wouldn't let her know she'd won. "Maybe, maybe I do." Wonka said, looking at her in the eyes, smiling that devious smile of his. "I happen to have a very vivid imagination too," he said, stepping toward her, leaving that devious smile on his face, "and I know exactly how to use it."

Rose flushed a little, and looked down at her feet. If he didn't like reading or anything, then why did he make this room? Of what importance would it be to him? She thought.

Wonka was a little taken aback by this young girl. She was apparently a very smart person. Albeit imaginative. He hadn't really gotten a proper chance to look her over. He liked her hair a lot. He'd never seen hair so soft looking, curly and shiny. He'd seen a lot of things in his lifetime, too.

And wow! She had very blue eyes. Why, they could stare a hole through you. Which was kind of funny, he thought, because she had never really looked him straight in the eyes much, except for the time she first saw him at the ice cream parlor.

He thought she was kind of…weird, though. He was starting to like her, even if he hadn't been around her that long. Something about being near her, just seemed…nice.

Rose, on the other hand, was thinking a little bit different. She thought he was a nice enough sort, but he was also somewhat obnoxious…maybe even a little childlike! He was smart, though. That was one thing she could tell.

Something about him sort of…intimidated her. She couldn't tell yet whether it was a good intimidation or not. He sort of even scared her, a little. The strange things he'd say. I guess it would take some getting used to him…for however long he was planning on letting her stay.

"Mr. Wonka…" Rose said, a little bit cautiously.

"Hrmm?" He said, as they both boarded the glass elevator once again.

"I was just wondering…why would you have a library in your chocolate factory? I thought you didn't like books. You made it sound like it was…a waste of time." she said.

"When did I say that? I love books!" Wonka said with a cheery smile on his face.

This is going to be a long day…. She thought.