There. Here's the chapter i promised! almost couldn't go online to do this. My parents WAY don't allow this. They say im doing rubbish and worthless crap...

Anyway, hope you people enjoy! And i don't own anything. I'm gonna conk my whole school hall's lights system and no more teacher's day! Mwahaha... Happy Teacher's Day!

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.

Anastasia was having a hard time breathing. Loss for words. Yes, that was it. She like, landed in fairyland! The warm scent of chocolate was emitting from that HUGE waterfall. It was driving her sense of smell crazy. She stepped out and started jumping up and down, weird trees dotted the landscape, but they only served to make the place seem more fairylike. The lush greenery! She bounced up and down on one spot, her hair flying wildly about her face. A wide, silly grin graced her cheeks, and to her, she was probably looking stupid. But to him, it was almost similar to his own reaction the first day of the 'Edible Room's' (or so he fondly called it) completion. He had carried a big grin the whole day and would start laughing when he thought of it.

"Oh Willy! Willy, this is so wonderful!" What happened to Mr Wonka? What a solemn name. Misterrr Wonkaaa… If she called him that another time, he would most probably have forced her to call him Willy or Walrus or even the horrible name of Wally, anything but Misterrr Wonkaaa! He placed the picnic basket, oh yes! They were having a picnic! He had sort of forgotten about it! He took out the cloth and threw it on the grass.

She stopped in her bliss and helped him take out the food. "l look stupid don't I?" She asked him, trying to hold a serious expression on her face, which kept cracking as her silly grin would fall back into place. "Nope. Now, we will eat. Actually, everything here is edible, including you and I, but that-" "is considered cannibalism!" She interrupted and finished it for him, the goofy smile back in place. So she had remembered!

Noticing that Willy had that flashback expression again, she began pouring out the drinks. He had told her that everything was edible right? Shrugging, she plucked a blade of grass and scrutinised it. As soon as she popped it into her mouth, a minty explosion occurred inside it. Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure. She had the distinct feeling of eating ice from the top of the Alps, that icy cold feeling that was existant in her mouth. Piling up food on both plates, she frowned at him. What did he flashback about this time? The past?

He had rather high cheekbones and delicate features. His hairstyle was kinda funnily unique and the whole outfit down to his cane fitted him to a 'T'. But the most endearing features so far, was his eyes. They were so intense and seemed to have a fire in them, the childishness and mischievousity was very similar to hers...

The woman opposite him was scrutinising him. And looking deep into his eyes. Feeling nervous, he gave a low cough, but she didn't seem to notice. "Ahem, ahem." So she had piled food for him as well. "Is my hair out of place?" He finally inquired. She gave a start and her cheeks turned a light candy floss pink. He gave her a wide smile and started scribbling in that ordinary notebook. "Willy, eat." It was a command. He paused and scribbled some more, before closing it shut. Her bossiness was actually rather refreshing at times.
"So you're saying that those small people are Oompa Loompas? They look rather cute." Andy stared across the chocolate river, watching the Oompa Loompas harvest the apples and fruits from the trees and bushes.

He had to know what she thought of him, thinking carefully, he finally decided to ask.

"What was so important about that purple scarf that I- The purple scarf?" Willy never had to hide things like this before.

"Well… All I remember ate my feelings towards him… A boy from my past… I can't remember how he looked like, but he gave that scarf to me. I lost part of my memory to an illness you see. It's the only thing I have that can remind me of what I was… Who I was when I was younger, even if it ain't much help." Strange, she had never told anyone this before, but then, nobody asked and it was actually kinda easy saying it all out.

"Don't your p… par… people at home tell you about your past?" He wanted to know, very badly.

"They wouldn't say, I had this inkling that they disapproved anyway. Besides, they died when I was seventeen, seven years ago."

Throughout the meal, she kept really silent, all this talk about the past made her start to think deeply about it again. She had another nightmare last night. Again. What did she have to do before she could get rid of them?

Noticing her silence, Willy was feeling upset. She was unhappy because of him! He had done something wrong! But all he did was to ask… He thought grumpily, his lower lip pouting. "See my waterfall? It's the only one in the whole world! It gives it a frothy, light texture to my chocolate." He told her, hoping it would made her happier. He passed her a ladleful of chocolate and she sipped at it.

He was right. It was really so light that she felt like she could drink the whole river. "What about me?" Willy's ears suddenly turned red as he asked her. "Huh?" She snapped out of her reprieve. She totally didn't get what he said. "Am I cuter than the Oompa Loompas?" He mumbled. They didn't know it, but the Oompa Loompas had stopped their work and were watching and waiting for her reply.

"Willy, you are way cuter than them." A smile breaking out onto her face. He immediately took out that MYSTERIOUS notebook and started writing frantically again. Anastasia could only take about so much of this mysteriousness and she was sitting so close to him anyway…

December 2. Today. 10.31 am.

She said I was cute she said I was cute she said I was cute. And I made her unhappy I made her unhappy… Mental note to self: Be cuter. Anastasia was staring at me just now. Turned pink when I questioned. Hair not out of place was it? She said I was cute she said I was cute she said I was cute. Must stop, she's peeking.

Willy

He shut the book quickly and walked quickly to the river. "Now, where's that pinky doddy boat…?" He peered, waiting for it to arrive. He had successfully completed attempt number two: Impressing her. The memory of the way she expressed her happiness caused a smile to form on his lips. Now, what else should he do?

The pink candy dragon headed boat had arrived.

He led her into the boat, where she sat at the back, in a corner, taking another look at the whole place from that lower point of view. He scooted over and sat next to her. Andy could have sworn that he had a look on his face that wasn't there in the first place. Furthermore, he seemed to be grinning REALLY widely.

A group of Oompa Loompas were at the oars. Once they had settled comfortably into the boat, a rather red faced Willy Wonka adjusted his hat nervously. "O-Onwards. Full speed ahead!" He called out and the boat started to surge forward.

His face was still rather red, but he looked even more lovable and huggable that way. The boat surged forward, casting them into a tunnel of darkness as the river of chocolate sloshed quickly around them. Suddenly, a gloved finger covered hers, then, a whole complete hand and Willy was sitting very closely next to her. His warmth was very comforting. Honestly, she didn't know much about him, but she felt… very at ease around him. It was just, perfect. To just snuggle up to him… A sudden stiffening told her that she had actually put her thoughts in action. Wait! She suddenly sat straight again. "Sorry…" "Nope. It's ok. Really." Willy squeaked.

Suddenly, she was right next to him, their bodies touching. He gaped and tried to breathe, feeling as if his lungs were only for display. His body automatically stiffened and she immediately apologised as well. Curse the Great Candy Lord for his body's automatic reation!

He should have worn his super lucky Anakin Skywalker underwear… Or maybe the Obi-Wan Kenobi's, or even his favourite Lucky Rubber Ducky one… But nooo… He wore the plain white one… Of all things… A plain white one! No wonder he wasn't so lucky today!

His mouth was feeling corrony. It was now or never, since she had also removed her hand, while she apologised. He was going to hold it. To tell her that it was alright.

He reached blindly in the dark and luckily managed to grab her hand. With a bit too much, okay, WAY too much strength, he had pulled her…. Soooo… She was sprawled across his lap.

Willy's hand grabbed hers and she suddenly found herself lying on his lap. Come to think of it, she never knew his thighs were THIS muscular. God, they were… I wonder if he has a muscular chest as well? The thought suddenly popped into her head, causing her to grin to herself. A hand suddenly entwined in her hair, caressing her scalp.
She stayed in his lap, and didn't move away. He gave a strangled gasp, his hand itching to touch her hair. He wanted to hold her and to hug her and to kiss her and to and to… She was his. HIS.Curse his unlucky underwear!

Soft guitar music filled the air. He recognised it immediately. It was the tune of some love song. May the Bogglebox eat those Oompa Loompas! He flinched. Her hair was really… Thick. She didn't maintain her hair like his smooth and silky and perfect locks then. He smirked proudly.

I was hit by this bolt of inspiration just this afternoon. And i'm going to start a Van Helsing fic as well! About Dracula of course... He'slike...smoulderin'! But it's gonna come out after my exams... I think. Must see results first!

I'll update if possible k?Review for me? Please? giggles insanely Willy will give free chocolates... i think...