Sorry about the lack of update! I've been really busy with band camp and summer homework, stuff like that. Here's chapter seven! Hope you like!

A Rose By Any Other Name Chapter 7

It had, indeed, been quite a long day for Rose. Mr. Wonka and she had been whizzing throughout the factory for what seemed like hours now. She felt like she'd seen everything. Which, in fact, she had! He had shown her almost all of his factory. They were standing there in the glass elevator together, waiting for it to arrive wherever else Willy was taking her.

She glanced over at him a few times. He was off in a trance of some sort, which he had been doing all day. Sometimes his trance-like gaze would be on her. Right now, he was just staring off into the distance, humming some tune. For some reason, she wished he was staring at her. She didn't know why, exactly.

It was his eyes, that's what it was. Every time she looked into them, or saw them, she could tell exactly what he was feeling. More times than most, she couldn't. To her, they conveyed every emotion that he couldn't show with any other part of his body. Which was odd, but in a way fascinating.

She'd spent a whole day with him, or what seemed like a whole day, and she caught herself glancing into those eyes more than once. Though, she didn't really know what to think of him exactly. He was strange, that was for sure. He seemed so intelligent though, despite his childishness. She couldn't say she'd grown fond of him in the last few hours, but nonetheless comfortable around him. Something about him was sweet and simple. Most of him, she couldn't put her finger on. She'd enjoyed her time with him, and she hoped she'd see him again after she left today. She was leaving, right?

They'd finally made it to their destination; a long hallway with a single wooden door at the end of it. Without saying a word, he took her hand and lead her out of the elevator, and down the never-ending hallway.

"I do hope you've enjoyed your time today. I intended on making you feel welcome here. Did you like it?" Willy said, enthusiastically.

"Yes, I did," Rose said, fixing her glasses on her nose. Willy liked that. He thought it was…cute, in some way. "But I have to ask you, what room is this down here?" She said, pointing to the wooden door, her left hand still in his.

"Yours."

"Wh…huh?"

"Y…yeah. Yours."

"But why…"

"All in good time." he said, with an almost devious smile. This puzzled Rose a bit. Why in heaven was he giving her a room? Was she just staying here for one night, or…

Willy unlocked the door with one of his many keys. It opened up to a huge bedroom with walls painted the color of his eyes. Rose cracked a smile when she noticed that. There in the corner of the room was a enormous bed, one that made Rose just want to jump onto it and fall asleep. There was a wardrobe too, and she gasped at this.

Surely if he had meant her to only stay one day, she wouldn't have needed a wardrobe would she? She nearly fainted. 1,000 thoughts were swimming around in her head, and the overwhelming smell of chocolate was getting to her. Now she did faint. Except, she fell backward. Onto Mr. Wonka. He really had never dealt with people fainting before, so he fell along with her.

He froze there, on the floor, for a moment. An unconscious girl was laying on him, her head resting on his tummy. It kind of tickled him. Not even bothering to move from the floor, he took of one of his gloves and ran his hand through her hair softly. Wow, that's soft. And curly too! He thought. He slowly sat up, her head falling into his lap. He flinched. That long, curly brown hair hanging all over his legs. She has so much of it, what does she do with it every day? He pondered. He saw a silver bracelet dangling off her slender wrist. A silver heart dangled from the chain. R-O-S-E was scratched into the heart. Rose? Maybe that's her name. I never asked her. I never ask anyone what their name is.

Well I can't just leave her here in my lap. He thought to himself. He'd never picked up a girl before, but this was easier than he thought. She was thin, and had a small frame. She feels nice to hold. Willy thought. He'd never actually come in physical contact with a girl, except for his mom. That was a long time ago, anyway. He hardly remembered his mom. He layed Rose on her bed, pulled the blanket out from beneath her legs, and pulled them overtop of her. She's cute when she's asleep. Looks like a little rag doll. Hehehe.

Wonka pulled up a chair next to her bed. He hadn't even bothered to go to sleep. He stayed by her side all night long, just watching her. He didn't really understand her. She seemed so intelligent, but he saw this air of sweetness and childishness that made him smile. All the while they'd been roaming the factory, he glanced at her so many times. She always had an awestruck look on her face. It kind of reminded him of Charlie, but not in the same sense. He thought of Charlie as his son, and Rose…well, he didn't really know what he thought about her yet. He was a little dumbstruck.

There was one thing Willy Wonka did know, and that was that she was staying there with him in his factory. Forever. He just still needed time to figure her out. To know stuff about her. To make her love him. It wouldn't be too hard. Would it? He felt himself slowly giving way to sleep, and closed his eyes. He dreamed about her that night.

Sorry it was such a short chapter! I'll be writing more in the next few days. Keep the comments coming, I really enjoy them:D