I like this chapter a lot.

"Okay. It's going to be packed," Willy said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and pulling his hat tighter over his head. One look at the numerous cars in the school parking lot confirmed his fears. He looked at Lilly through his large goggle-like sunglasses. "It's going to be packed."

Lilly rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm fully aware that it's going to be packed, Willy," she murmured. "I'm more concerned about being seen, quite frankly. Most of these people would be able to recognize me."

Willy watched as Lilly crossed her arms to keep out the cold. Then he sighed. "This was our school, Lilly."

Lilly slowed her walking down so she wouldn't walk too far ahead of Willy. "Yeah. It was, wasn't it?" Then she stopped walking altogether and looked at the school.

They both stood there, gaping at the school that was immersed in the shadow of night. It was, indeed, that very school where Willy and Lilly met.

Willy had been told to walk to school that morning; his father was much too busy with a patient to walk with him. The school, luckily, wasn't too far away from where they lived.

Unfortunately, however, Willy was too engrossed in his thoughts (The patient…wasn't supposed to be there until…two hours from then)—resulting in a nasty run-in with another child because he wasn't watching where he was going.

"Hey!" cried out the little girl he ran into as she fell backwards. "Watch where you're going!"

"I'm sorry," Willy mumbled helplessly, dropping his back and helping the girl stand up. "I wasn't careful…."

"It's alright," the girl said. She looked at her elbow. "Lucky I didn't scrape it. My mom would baby me to no end."

Willy smiled shyly, afraid that the girl didn't see the fact that his entire face was covered in endless metal hooked onto his braces.

Finally, the girl looked up. She stared wordlessly at Willy for a couple of seconds, then she grinned. "I like your face."

This blunt comment caused Willy to blush scarlet red. "Thanks…I think."

"My name's Lilly Redwood. Actually, my name's Lillian, but I don't like being called that."

Willy picked up his bag and looked back at Lilly. "Your name's like mine…only different."

"Let me guess," Lilly said, smiling and showing off a pair of dimples on her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, drawing attention to the deep auburn of her short hair. "You look like a…Jeff?"

Willy shook his head, grinning.

"Andrew?"

Willy shook his head yet again.

Lilly was starting to lose guesses. "Erm…Doug?"

Once again Willy shook his head, laughing now.

"Okay, I give up. What's your name?"

"Willy."

Lilly looked surprised. "Wow, that is close!" She smiled again. "What's your full name, since I told you mine?"

Willy swallowed. He was actually talking to someone. This person was actually listening to him…because they wanted to. And she said she liked his face! It's not as if he heard someone say that to him…ever. However, this encounter was making him slightly uncomfortable, only because he'd never spoken to anyone his age—voluntarily—in his entire life. Sure there were those older kids who bullied him and thought it would be fun to inject ink into his skin in a very rude pattern on his arm. Willy had never had a friend before.

"William…William Wonka."

Lilly stared at him for a second, then smirked. "Neat. I like you, Willy. I've seen you in class a few times. We should sit together."

Willy smiled.