I'm very afraid that this story cannot meet up to your expectations! Really sorry for causing you poor precious reviewers a painful slow death... but i was banned from the computer... Really sorry!i'm posting this at 11.30 at night and my body's conking out on me...

I love all of you!

I was in my school's computer lab having my it lesson when i checked and found all these lovely reviews! i totally went ballistic and danced around the room, the teacher pretended she didnt' know me. Thanks to all!

gives out Willy Wonka hats and chocolate bars (Fudgemallow Delight!) +grins+

and i don't own Willy, i wish i did though...

That was how a dazed Anastasia ended up in the famous Chocolate Factory...

Willy Wonka looked at her hopefully as he led her past the gigantic chocolate waterfall. When she was younger, she had once exclaimed that she had to be impressed by a big chocolate something, and I put emphasis on the HAD. That was partially why he had constructed one, and also, it helped to make the chocolate so floaty, light and fluffy. The only one in the world!

But she was staring into space, not focusing on anything. "Miss Valance, the Gnasha Gookala could do the same thing to any place, even my Marvellous Factory…" he shuddered at the thought of his beautiful factory going up in flames," which is why I don't bring them home…Should I lead her to the guest rooms? No, wait, do I even have a guest room? The one next to mine or the one next to mind? Great Crumplesticks! It's getiing late…or early…?" He continued talking as he led her to a room next to his. "Hot chocolate for Miss Valance please." He told the Oompa Loompa.

He shove the cup into her hands, when she suddenly seemed to wake up. She pushed the cup back to Willy and jumped up immediately. She fumbled through her clothes, pulling a purple scarf that had obviously seen better days. It was immediately hugged tightly by her and she danced around the room, laughing and smiling. "Thank God! Thank God it's with me! Everything's all right now. All Right! Know what? I had this for a very long time, it's kinda holey and dirty, but its…" He wasn't listening. Wasn't that the scarf he had given her for her birthday? She still had it, but she didn't seem to recognise him at all. Why?

He watched her slump down onto the bed, tired from the nights' events. "Good night…" She yawned and curled up, falling asleep. "Good night my sprinkled cupcake." He murmured, but she didn't hear him.

He could hear her even breathing as he crept to his own room. He couldn't sleep. Why had she forgotten him? But he didn't forget her. The thought of his sweet bonbon lying there made him smile. And she had that scarf. He had seen it by his own eyes. It was old, tattered and torn, she surely liked him! But he had to make sure. And make her fall in loo..love. The sweetest l..lo…love. He had to get used to that word…

The next morning, she couldn't find that old, worn out scarf anymore. It wasn't in her hands or on the floor. Panic flooded her mind as she ran around the room, looking under chairs and the bed. She finally found it on the dressing table. Wait, it wasn't hers…was it? The small holes had been mended well, it looked clean and it was almost as perfect as the day she first saw it, when did she first see it? She couldn't remember. But she didn't bother, hugging the scarf closely to her, she sank onto the floor, breathing deeply. It seemed to be the only piece of the puzzle that was her memory, leading her back to a fuzzy figure she had somehow knew was a boy… The one whom…she had such… Strong feelings for… Her body shook as she helplessly tried to remember the past. He would be twenty-four wouldn't he, just like her…

"Andy, Andy," Willy looked down at the young woman who was staring into space, a frown creasing her brow. She was clutching his scarf rather possessively, he noted rather happily. Suddenly, he was engulfed with a hug and the warm cinnamon scent of her filled his nose. He stiffened, then relaxed as she moved away from him. "Thank you for fixing this. It means a lot to me…"

He was feeling very…awkward. That was the only word he could use to describe it. Giggling nervously, he left the room and motioned his hand towards the bathroom. "Shoo, go bathe…" He smiled at her, leaving the room quickly.

Ok, so attempt number one at trying to get used to human touch was not very successful, but you couldn't blame him. It was a rather long time since they met and he had lived in the factory and wasn't often touched by anyone… Charlie Bucket didn't touch him much… Well, her habit hasn't changed… She used to grab his hand and drag him from one place to another, or she would often compare the size of their palms, for fun…

"Mr Wonka? Sir?" Anastasia had on a white baggy shirt and black slacks. It made her look fat since it hid her curves, honestly, but she wasn't the type who would wear for fashion. Willy frowned for a moment, took out a magnificent feather pen and started scribbling into a small notebook, out of sheer politeness, she didn't crane over his shoulder. It was time for attempt number two. Impressing her. He stopped, looked into those eyes that seemed to have a whole new spirit of their own and "Come on! I'll show you my factory!" He sounded like a child who was about to show off his birthday present.

Anastasia followed behind hum, almost getting lost, but she would see his head pop up from behind some corner and urge her on. It was too fast to see anything clearly and besides, she hadn't eaten since the previous night, and was almost fainting from hunger. Suddenly, Willy Wonka seemed to hit something invisible and he staggered back. Before she could say anything, he gave her an impish smile and pressed a button that seemed to appear from out of nowhere.

Ouch! He had lost to the Great Glass Elevator again! What was her impression of him? Was it good? Did she still like him? He stepped inside and she followed him in. She looked bad, her face was kinda pale and… Grrowl. A rumbling sound came from her stomach. She looked up at him and gave a small smile. That settled it. He knew where to bring her to first. The Kitchen.

Ok, so she had just followed the world's greatest Chocolatier into a transparent, glass(?) capsule. Box more likely. And where were they going in a glass box? I'll never know would I… Her stomach gave a rumble at the MOST opportune time. Great. All she could do was to give him a small smile and hope for the best. Willy seemed to brighten up and pressed a button. Oh by the love of mankind! That was a heck load of buttons! The whole wall was covered by them! And they didn't have any wires connecting them… -.-''' So could they work? Ah! It had suddenly zoomed up and jerked left, making a sharp turn right and… This was better than the world's biggest roller coaster! And it was making her feel sick too… How did he manage to stand so calmly…? Was there a trick?

"You see, I have learnt the art of Standing Up Straight. It is a very important thing in Winkle Wonky Land. The poor winkys, who are my friends, are experts at this art! Their world turns a new direction randomly every five seconds, it is a very important art you know." He raised an eyebrow to further emphasise the point. "Don't they have gravity?"

Ok, they had stopped. Finally. Stepping out of the…box, she sat down, trying to make herself feel better. "What's that box?" since he had ignored her question, she shot another at him. "Box? That's no box! It's the Great Glass Elevator! Moves sideways, upways, downways, anyways! We musn't dally, hurry, hurry." He then turned around and spread his arms out wide.

Anastasia had recovered by now and was suddenly aware of numerous smells and aromas. Her stomach growled fiercely and she watched a group of small people (midgets?) place food on the table in front of them. "Unless, you'd like a picnic?" Willy Wonka was staring at her with his dark chocolate brown eyes again. They were wide and oh so adorable. Something she found very endearing. "Um, yes, no, yes, please." She was having a hard time making up her mind with all those tempting smells that wafted her way. Questions would be saved for later, she decided.

"Picnic! Picnic!" Willy Wonka was very excited. They would go to the room with that frothy waterfall! (The only one in the whole world!) The Oompa Loompas had finished packing all of the food into a wicker basket and he carried it, they winked at him slyly and started making kissing faces at each other. Goodness! He waved a gloved hand to silence them and the loud smacky noises stopped. They were now only making sheep eyes at each other… His cheeks were tinged pink as he knew that was what he wanted to do…

He walked back to the Elevator rather stiffly, she noticed. She hadn't been paying attention to those small people, what they were doing, she didn't know. Willy, calling him that seemed much easier. That pink tinge on his cheeks made him look really adorable… They were going into that Great Glass Elevator again. Where were they going now? Oh right, she had asked for a picnic. Eyes closed, she waited for the Elevator to stop, while being tumbled and jerked from one side to the other like a rag doll in it.

Seeing that she had closed her eyes, Willy hastily patted his silky hair. Not one strand was allowed to be out of place. "Ding." Looking at her, he was pleased with her reaction.

I'm currently going to have exams and have decided to 'pia' for it. (its a slang for burning midnight oil ) i may take quite a while before i post the next one, thought it would be better for you guys to know. but im trying to post it by tomorrow. at night again. please read and review, it'll give me another reason to go hyper again...

giggles insanely...

Glomps Willy Wonka Again!