Here's chapter nine! Hope you guys enjoy! Keep those reviews coming:-P
A Rose By Any Other Name Chapter 9
Willy absolutely could not sleep that night. He tossed and turned, and sometimes almost fell out of his bed. He had no idea what was going on inside of him, it was all these weird mixed feelings moving around all at once. He decided he'd just sit up in bed and read.
Reading was something he never really liked to do, that is, before he brought Rose here. The day he'd had the oompa loompas go to Rose's and get her clothes, one of them brought something that she valued most. Her Shakespeare book. They brought it immediately to him, and since then he had been fascinated with it. It was worn and old, it looked like she'd had it for a very long time. She was right… he thought. This guy really can write.
He'd found a chapter that had some of Shakespeare's most famous quotes from his plays. One of which appealed to him most was this:
"What's
in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell
as sweet." - Juliet
He read the passage over, and over, and over again. Juliet was right, whoever she was. He thought of the way she smelled when he leaned over her. He felt as if someone was slowly pouring hot, melted chocolate all over his heart. He felt that way when she spoke, too. Was this the beginning of the…L word?
Wonka had to get out of bed. He walked up and down the hallway, back and forth it's expansion. He just could not go to sleep! He didn't even feel tired. He just…didn't know exactly what to do with himself. Little did he know, Rose was awake too. She was passing the time in a much…different way. She liked to sing when she couldn't sleep. It usually made her sleepy. Or when someone else sang to her.
Willy thought he heard her voice coming from her room. She wasn't talking, though. She was singing something, very quietly. He tiptoed over to her door, and put his ear against it.
"Here in this room
He calls me softly
Somewhere inside, hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius…"
He wanted to hear more, but now she was just humming. What was that she was singing? He didn't honestly care, because all he heard was her lovely singing voice.
He didn't know how long he stood there at her door, just listening to her soft breathing. She had apparently fallen asleep. Willy had quite keen hearing, and he used it to his advantage. He shook his head, then sauntered off to his room, where he finally fell asleep, Rose's voice echoing in his mind.
Rose thought she had heard him that night, pacing up and down the hallway, and wondered what was bothering him. She decided she'd wait till the morning to ask him.