Chapter Three

Charlie approached Willy when he noticed him starring strangely at one of the products coming from one of the new machines.

"Have the kites turned out ok?" Charlie asked him.

Willy didn't look down at him. "There's still a bit more to fix but nothing major." He smiled before setting the piece of candy back down. He looked down at the young boy. When he saw that Cameron was not with him he questioned Charlie.

"Where's the girl?"

"Cameron's somewhere around here, but don't worry she won't hurt anything." Charlie never noticed Willy walking away from him because of the inspection of the candy himself.

Willy walked up to one of his oomps-loompas and questioned him about the girl's whereabouts. He pointed in the direction of which he had saw her last. Willy thanked him before walking in that direction. It didn't take long to find her. She was standing in front of one of the machines and looked to be in deep thought. Her dark eyebrows were scrunched together and a small frown graced her full lips.

Cameron turned when she heard footsteps to her right. A small smile came to her face when she saw Mr. Wonka. He returned it as he came to stand beside her.

"Your factory is amazing." She commented looking back at the machine.

"So Charlie gave you the tour." She nodded to him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He continued.

"What amazes me is that something so big only produces something many times smaller. No objection though, I suppose it just explains why your candy is so good." She laughed looking up at him. He made no comment only nodded, the small smile still on his face. "I'm sorry I 'm babbling."

"No, that's perfectly all right." He paused. "I had a guest room made for you. I realize that Charlie's home may be a bit small." Mr. Wonka turned and started walking. When he realized Cameron was not following he turned back to her. "Are you coming?"

Cameron turned back to him surprised. "I'm sorry."

"No problem." He continued walking towards the elevator. She joined him just as the glass doors shut. Cameron watched him press the 'guest room' button. 'That makes since.' she thought. Willy stood with his cane in front of him, his hands lightly resting on it.

They both stood in awkward silence before Cameron spoke. "Thank you again for your hospitality." Willy looked over at her and smiled.

"So tell me about yourself." He stated more then asked. It was very rare that he ever cared about other people lives and such but Cameron didn't know that so the surprised look never came to her face.

"Umm...well I'm 26. I love to read, my favorite color is green...wait...maybe its blue or maybe its both." A thoughtful look came to her face. Willy smiled at the war that showed on her face between the two colors. "Well never mind. I love to write, but of course I would have too to love my job." She laughed. Willy said nothing. "Ah...this is a trick question isn't it, Mr. Wonka?" He looked over at her surprised. "What rubbish. Of course not."

"I would assume your looking for me to say that I love chocolate. Which is only to be expected." A smirk came to her face. "Well I do." She laughed. "But I would have to say Godiva is better." She looked away from him trying to hide her smile.

"Oh really?" He continued to look at her but this time with surprise.

She looked back at him with a huge smile. "I'm just kidding." She laughed.

"Wonka chocolate is defiantly the best." He smiled at her when she said this. "Your not just saying that to get into my good graces are you, Cameron?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

It was the first time he had said her name. She liked the way it rolled off his tongue. 'Wow that's a weird thing to think.' She thought to herself. "Of course not, although I'm sure it wouldn't hurt if you found my company pleasant." She stated boldly as the elevator came to a sudden stop. She braced herself against the glass. "I don't think I could ever get use to that." She laughed.

"I haven't yet." A small laugh came from his lips. He stepped forward into the hall way followed by Cameron. As they walked Willy thought about what she had said. He was surprised to realize that he actually did enjoy her presence. Although he had known her for only a short period of time he felt somewhat comfortable around her as if he could talk with her for hours about anything. Willy didn't talk very much anyway so this thought defiantly surprised him. He stopped in front of a door opening it to allow Cameron to walk in. "This is your room."

Cameron walked into the middle of the room. Willy only stepped right inside the door way. A full size bed sat in the middle of the room. The sheets were a mix of blue and green, to her amazement. A large chest-of-drawers sat to the wall on her left. A small lamp and wooden box sat on top of it. Two small night tables sat on each side of the bed, a book and lamp sitting on each one. A fully length mirror sat to the wall on her right and along with a doorway that led into the bathroom. The walls were painted a bright blue and there were clouds on the ceiling. She noticed her bag was sitting on her bed. She was speechless. This was nicer then her own room at home. She turned back to Willy.

"This is too much, Mr. Wonka." She gave him a smile.

"You don't like it." He frowned.

"No!" Cameron quickly said. "I love it."

"Then it's yours. You can stay here as long as you like." He smiled, happy that she liked it, though he didn't know why.

"I will leave you to settle in." He turned to leave but stopped to turn back to her. "Oh and Cameron."

"Yeah?" She walked toward him.

"Your company is most welcome if you ever wish to say hello." 'What am I saying?' He screamed at himself inside his head.

"Will do, Mr. Wonka?" She laughed. "Right back at ya." She gave him a smile as he turned to go closing the door behind him. She watched the closed door for a moment before walking over to her bag to unpack. She was glad that Mr. Wonka didn't mind her presence. She was expecting to be here for a while at least until she could get back onto her feet. Though she had lived comfortably at her own home for her parents were of middle class she had never stayed in a room this nice. The fact that she was a struggling writer did not help matters either. She had yet to release a bestseller even though the few books she had written were moderately popular.

When she had finished unpacking she sat on her bed and sighed. She held her writing book in her hand and frowned down at it. The last couple of weeks she had had a bad writer's block and she had yet to find more inspiration for the story she had deserted because of it. She threw the book on her bed giving it the evil stare. She looked at her watch noticing that it was dinner. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. 'I must be hungry.' She thought. She walked out into the hallway and to where she had gotten off the elevator and pressed the clear white button. The elevator was soon in front of her and she stepped in looking at all the buttons. She had forgotten the name of the room where Charlie's house was. She frowned to herself and sighed. "I'll never figure this out. There are too many buttons." She yelped when the elevator all of a sudden took off unexpectedly. "I hope I haven't done anything." She laughed. She watched as she passed through a lot of the rooms she had not seen yet. Her eyes widened when she realized she was about to drop. She felt an odd feeling in her stomach but nothing like when she was on a roller coaster. The feeling was not as strong as she thought it would be. The elevator slowed almost to a stop before taking off forward once more. She was pushed into the glass in front of her knocking her head. When the elevator finally came to a stop she was still rubbing her head where it had hit the glass. She was surprised to find Charlie and Mr. Wonka walk in as the glass doors slid open.

"You'll get used to it." Charlie laughed. Willy only smiled at the glare she gave Charlie.

"So your the ones that set this thing off. I nearly died of surprise." She said to Charlie. He only laughed.

"Sorry about that." Willy said.

"Thanks for the headache, Mr. Wonka."

"My pleasure." He laughed. The elevator took off again making Cameron tumble into the side of it.

"I should have taken the boat." She said to herself.

"Ah..but the ferry only goes one way." Mr. Wonka stated matter of factly.

"So Charlie. Tell me what you've been up to other then the fact that your living in one of the biggest chocolate factories in the world." Cameron looked down at him.

"Not much."

"Well how's school?" She asked. She hadn't had much time to talk with him since she'd been here.

"Very good. Everyone talks to me now."

"Oh I see." Cameron frowned when she realized the meaning.

"And your grades?"

"Well..." Charlie hesitated.

"They better be good. Especially in English." Cameron ruffled Charlie's hair.

"Of course they are." Charlie looked up at Mr. Wonka who covered his smile with his hand. He looked back at Cameron.

Cameron looked up at Mr. Wonka trying to cover his smile. "Your school work is number one, you know that Charlie. Your parents would agree with me." Cameron frowned.

"He's been working with me on some new ideas." Willy interrupted.

"His school work is still more important." Cameron looked away from Willy and he frowned as the glass doors finally opened.

"I must say Cameron, that I'm not entirely enjoying your presence at the moment." Mr. Wonka stated following her and Charlie into the hallway. Charlie led them into the chocolate room Cameron later found out.

Cameron snorted taking Mr. Wonka by surprise. "I would have to agree with you Mr. Wonka."

Charlie laughed. Cameron and Mr. Wonka were sure to get along just fine. They were already starting to fight like an old married couple. Cameron followed Charlie into the small house with Mr. Wonka behind her. Willy sat down his hat and cane on a small table as he came in. Cameron shrugged off the subject for the moment and thought more about eating. She was starved.

"This smells great." Cameron smiled taking the seat next to her aunt. Charlie sat next to her and Mr. Wonka sat across from Charlie between Grandma Georgina and Grandma Josephine. Cameron looked over at Mr. Wonka before she began eating. When Willy had seen the small movement of her head he also looked over at her just missing her eyes. He looked away after a couple seconds and began eating his own food.