Chapter Four:

Willy sat in bed, waiting eagerly for Jenni to return. He was still a bit embarassed about before... she had been so nice to him. And for some reason, whenever she smiled at him like that... whenever she talked to him in that gentle tone... his heart started to race, and he felt foolish for no real reason. He had never felt this way before, and he was a little scared... what was wrong with him?

A small noise made him jump. It sounded like a soft, rustling noise, and he peered around the room nervously. What was that? he thought to himself. He heard the noise again, and then heard a series of small thumps. Someone was in the room with him. Or something.

A mew right by his ear told him what that thing was. He gasped, turning to face it. It was a small cat with white fur, and it was staring at him intently.

"Oh... h-hello there..." he said, sighing in relief. He would've panicked if there had been an intruder or something.

The cat continued to stare at him, and mewed again. It was slightly unnerving to have something staring at him. There was another noise from downstairs, but it was the sound of a key unlocking the door, and then he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Jenni entered the room with her hands behind her back; she was apparently holding something.

"Hi," she said, smiling. "How are you feeling?" Jenni was relieved; he looked a great deal calmer than before when he was having a breakdown.

"Better than before," he said, smiling back.

Jenni eyed the cat. "I see you've met Mr. Whiskers."

"Yeah, he's been staring at me for a few minutes... What's that you've got there?" he asked, trying to crane his neck to see what she was holding.

She grinned slyly. "I got you a present." She handed him the object behind her back, which was wrapped rather hastily.

He looked at it curiously, and carefully opened without ripping the paper. When he finally opened it, a single bar of chocolate lay amidst the paper. It was a Wonka bar.

"Thank you..." he said, a little nervous. Why had she given him a bar of his own chocolate?

"I bet you're wondering why I gave you that, huh?" she said, laughing. "Well, while you were gone today, Joe, Dennis, and some other workers were testing out all these new flavors of chocolate, and they liked this one best. Try it."

He did as she asked and took a small bite from the top of the bar. It was amazing. "This flavor is wonderful... it tastes like..." He was a bit puzzled. It tasted like the kind of chocolate he had thought of the other day when he was inventing. But he hadn't been able to get it quite right.

"Surprised? It's that chocolate you kept trying to perfect." She smiled, and he took another bite. "You know, the Wonka Whipplescrumptious Fudgemallow Delight."

It tasted exactly as he had imagined. It was perfect. "I... I don't know what to say... thank you... But how... how did you get it right?" he asked curiously.

"With a bit of work," she said, winking.

"But-?"

"Shh," she said, putting a finger to her lips. "It's a secret."

He took another bite of it, and he smiled at her. "Thank you."

A warm sense of affection surged through Jenni. Every second she spent with him, she seemed to love him more. She wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him, but she had already done that before, and the result wasn't quite what she was had wanted. He needs some time, she thought to herself, smiling back at him. Unable to restrain any longer, she settled to running her fingers through his dark hair. He jumped a little when she touched him, but he continued to smile at her.

"Your hair is really soft," she said, twirling a little bit of it around her finger.

Willy turned a deep shade of red. "Th-...thank you..." he mumbled.

"You're cute when you do that," she said, giggling. He was absolutely adorable when he acted like that. She was openly flirting with him, but he didn't seem to catch on, and if he had, he didn't know how to respond. This seemed to only add to his cuteness, and she found herself almost blushing again.

"Umm... I know I said this before, but I really owe you for this," he said quietly. "I don't know how to thank you."

"I do," she said softly, and she leaned in and kissed him on the lips.