Okay...HERE IS THE CHAPTER I LOVE THE MOST! w00t! Yep. And...HOHmigawd you guys were so nice to me y'all get a BONUS chapter! So this is really Chapter 6/7. Enjoy!

-TIdVS

When Lilly and Willy were kids, of course there was a growing belief in the notion that girls had cooties and boys had…well, whatever the male version of cooties was. So there was never a time when it was 'okay' for a girl and a boy to be best friends. At Lilly and Willy's school, there was never a pair of kids—each one opposite gender to the other—that would play with each other at break time. There was always 'Suzie and Mary,' 'Bobby and Andy.'

But there was 'Lilly and Willy.'

Not only did those two practically wear a huge target sign on their clothes because of their rhyming names…but they were obviously each opposite gender to the other. So…the invisible target on their clothes was ten times bigger than it was before.

Another strange thing about these two were the fact that neither of their parents knew the other existed. Lilly's parents have never heard of Willy in relation to their daughter, and Willy's father had never heard of Lilly in relation to their son (let's put aside the fact that Willy's father had never heard of Lilly, period).

But those two were still best friends. They would play together at break time, and every once in a while, they would go hunting for fireflies at night.

The thing Lilly liked about Willy was that he was a generally sweet person. When they became closer friends, closer to the time he left, he would always call her 'Lilly Lonka.' Willy seemed to be the only person who could call her that.

"Look at that firefly, Lilly Lonka," Willy would call to her, almost unintelligible through all the metal around his face. "It's as big as a house!"

Lilly would look away from the flower she was examining to glance at the firefly Willy was calling about. "It's not that big, Silly."

"It's bigger than the others, that's for sure!"

At this, Lilly would frown and look inside the glass jar filled with tiny glowing fireflies. Then she would look at the 'enormous' firefly. "I don't see a difference, Willy."

Willy would roll his eyes and mutter, "Girls."

He would always get a playful punch from Lilly.

That was their firefly routine. They would do that every time they looked for fireflies. Lilly would never understand what Willy was talking about.

Until Willy left.

"Look," Willy whispered to Lilly, nudging her on the shoulder gently. "Look out the window, Lilly."

Lilly opened her eyes and raised her eyes slightly, gazing out of the window. The moon was out and almost full, yet there was still a sliver of a shadow hiding part of it. She squinted to see better at what Willy was pointing to, and then she saw it.

"It's a firefly," she sighed, smiling. She rested her head back on the pillow.

"It's not just any firefly," Willy said, his hand on Lilly's shoulder. He continued to gaze at the pulsating glow of the flying insect. "It's as big as a house."

Lilly looked around at Willy, and she was still smiling. She seemed tired, however. "I don't see a difference, Willy."

He looked at her as she said this, but then he pointed to the outside world again. "What do you mean? Look at the firefly."

Lilly did.

"Then look at the stars."

Lilly did this, too.

"Do you see a difference now?"

As Lilly kept looking between the firefly and the stars, she realized with a jolt that she had finally understood everything Willy had told her as a kid. She understood what he meant by saying the firefly was as big as a house.

"They're all bigger in comparison," Willy continued. "All the others. The stars. If you look at a firefly up close, then look at the stars, which one seems smaller to you?"

Lilly stayed silent for a moment, and then she slowly sat up. She stayed on the bed for a while, not looking at Willy. She was too amazed to speak.

Willy let her think for several minutes, and he sat up, too, when Lilly walked over to the window, keeping a blanket around her.

"The stars...from here…make the firefly as a big as a house."

Willy nodded slowly, and then saw the reflection of her face in the window. She had tears running down her cheeks.

"I never understood that."

Willy smiled. "I know."

By the way...do I need to put a disclaimer? O.o If so...I own only the people you don't recognize. If you've never seen/read any of the Willy Wonka movies...first of all, you suck...second...then apparently to you I own everything. o.o