Something to get off my mind. so here you are.

They were both suddenly aware that they weren't the only ones existent, since the Oompa Loompas on both sides were all beetroot red and were looking in the other direction...

The boat came to rest on the shores of the Edible Room once again.

"I guess I'd better go then…" Andy finally broke the silence between them, the wonderful fairy like silence.

Willy nodded, unable to speak. An Oompa Loompa tugged at Anastasia's trouser leg and led her away. He could see that she still had a dazed look and her lips were still slightly parted. "Good night Willy." The ghost of her voice floated back to him. Still running his gloved finger against his lower lip, he muttered very softly "Good night… Anastasia." All he could think about for the moment was how pleasant it felt…kissing her. Willy dreamily walked back to his room, knocking into walls, pillars and even trees.

"Bang!" Charlie got up to see who was at the door, but all he saw was a dazed Willy Wonka adjusting his hat, with a bump forming on his cheekbone. He wasn't exactly walking straight and he had this big goofy expression. "Mr Wonka? Mr Wonka? Hellllooooooo…. Mr Wonka? Mr Won-" "Shhhh Charlie, its rare that he's in such a state. Leave him alone."

He looked up to his mum. "Why's he like that?" "I don't know Charlie, I don't know." She replied, though she had an all knowing smile onher face.

Willy managed to get to his bed with only an obvious bump on his cheekbone and a few bruises on his knees and arms. He lay in bed, in his rubber ducky pyjamas, a smile grazing his lips. Well, that proved it didn't it, she liked him…

"Good morning Starshine! The Earth says hello!" Groaning, Andy threw one of her numerous pillows in the direction of the voice. "Hehe, you missed me. Good morning Starshine! The Earth says Hello!" He tried agian. Anastasia cocked open an eyeand pulled the purple comforter tightly to her chin. "What are you... doing here?" Her voice was both sleep-laden and husky, as she questioned the man sitting on the side of her bed. "It's seven! And seven is a great fine time for breakfast! Everybody knows that!" "Wake me when it's 8.30 then. I've got work at 10." She mumbled and pulled him down so that she was hugging him about his waist. "You smell good..." She mumbled as she drowsed off.

He waited a while, till her grip loosened slowly. Then he stood and backed away slightly. He cocked his head to one side and seemed to think for a long time, then a wide smile appeared and he slid under the bedsheets, holding her next to him. It was rather unnatural and creepy, but if it meant that she would be the first thing he would see when he woke up, he wouldn't mind much...

She awoke, feeling a warm breath on her neck. She struggled awhile, but the arms holding her were tightly clapsed around her waist. She placed her hands on the purple gloved ones, meaning to pry them... Wait! They're Willy's, she flipped around and was faced with a rather sleepy, cute looking Willy Wonka, with his funny hair all messed up. "Grow it long." She whispered.

"Grow what long?" He whispered back, now fully awake.

"Your hair."

"Oh. But i like it this way..." He whined. She chuckled. Comfortabl companionable silence ensued.

"Good morning my sweet bon bon." He whispered again, taking in the warm cinnamony scent of her, spicy, tantalising yet sweet.

"Morning my dear Willy. What time is it?"

"8.35."

"Perfect."

"Perfect for?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"Breakfast with a particular guy." He immediately sulked and turned the other direction.

:Aren't you going to ask who?" She asked, hiding a smile.

"Who?" His lower lip was stuck out stubbornly.

"You silly." She laughed. The frown became a smile and he immediately went out of the room, grabbing his hat as he left, so she could change.

She appeared again outside her door in a plain black vee-cut shirt and navy nike slacks. Her messy hair was pulled back by a hair band and she had sneakers on. Willy immediately put a mental note in his head to get his Oompa Loompas to make some proper clothes for her. He pushed her into his room, which had a table and two chairs at a corner.

Andy frowned a little when she realised just how messy his room was. Papers were stuffed under his bed in an attempt to make the place neat and she could see a pile of clothes hiding behind the curtain. They settled down and helped themselves to the food set on the table. If this went on, she would become fat. She voiced out to Willy. He looked shocked and immediately ate the chocolatetruffle that she had stabbed on her fork. "You can't grow fat. Me yes, you no." He said with an air of finality. "Haha, i won't grow fat. Anyway, i need to go to work." She told him, wiping her mouth.

"You needn't..." He gave her a puppy-dog look. "I can't skip work today. Besides you have your candies to make." She pointed out. "Make with me." His stubborn bottom lip stuck out again. "We're rehearsing a play today. And performing at some school in two days' time. Bye, see ya." She smiled at him, and was leaving the room. "It's snowing and cold." He added, hoping that the fact would deter her. She waved the newly mended scarf at him and left. Charlie was waiting for her. "Let's go together." He chirped. "Gosh Andy, aren't you cold? Even bundled up, i am!" Charlie told her through chattering teeth and she sneezed. Charlie gave her a i-told-you-so look. She groaned and stuck her tongue out at him. "You're goning to be cold." His jacket was on her shoulders, revealing a blask long sleeved shirt underneath. "Thank you." The jacket was too big for her and the sleeves went past her hands. It was ridiculously big, but it provided warmth and, it smelt of him. He stood there nervously for a while, rubbing his gloved hands, making the rubber squeak. "Need... Candy... get... back... good day... work... seeya...darlingsugarbunny..." And he disappeared, hurrying quickly back into the factory.

He spent the next hour inside one empty room. He wanted to make this room specially for her, and another room for her and him and, and a billion other ideas crowded his mind, but they all circulated around Andy. Christmas was fast approaching and he had to release a new candy for this year and start production on special candy again, but he couldn't think of anything. All he could think of was how great she smelled... That she was his and therefore no other man would chase her... He reined in his thoughts for a while, he hadn't told her that she was his and no one would touch her. So did that mean that she would become someone else's g...gir...lover? He hated, absolutely abhorred the thought of any man touching his g...gir... lover. But how was he to show that she was his, what if she didn't know herself that she was his? He had waited so long for her, he couldn't let her out of his life noew! With that frantic insecure thought in mind, he ran off into another set of corridors...

Now, if anyone had entered the room he had gone into, or even peeked through the door, they would see a frustrated Willy Wonka in his black silk shirt pacing back and forth. And an Ooompa Loompa who appears to be his personal psychatrist.

"So how do i tell her she's mine?"

"That won't work!"

"... ..." Willy immediately blushed and began to stutter.

"Er...n...no. No..."

"Fine. Hand me that."

Willy Wonka gave a delighted giggle, tossing the book up and down. I'll go pay her a visit! He thought, tossing the book again.

It was a romance novel.

I'll continue as soon as possible. and Cinnamongirl, thanks! your reviewwas the thing which spurred me to write this chappie and get scolded for it. x3

review? x3

btw, how does champagne taste like?

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