Disclaimer: Still own nothing. I'm a broke teen like many of my fellow teenagers. Hahaha. Not really. So, enjoy my version. Just know, please, I own nothing.
Charlie led Veruca through apart of the Chocolate Factory that she had never seen before. His hand stayed clasped around hers as a precaution he said. Yet, somewhere in Veruca, she did not want him to let go of her. There was something about him that she had failed to notice before. Similar thoughts swam in Charlie's own mind. Now that Veruca was no longer a spoiled brat, she seemed quite bearable. He wouldn't mind getting to know her.
They came to a stop in what appeared to be the living area of the factory or so it seemed. Charlie opened a door to show a large living room in which two people were comfortable sitting in plush couches watching TV. One, Veruca recognized as Willy and the other she assumed was Mr. Bucket, Charlie's father. The two men turned to greet them.
"Who's your friend, Charlie?" asked Mr. Bucket, gesturing to Veruca.
Suddenly Veruca felt very tiny and scared. She was hardly ever unsure of herself or so she liked to think. But with the stares the two men were giving her were making her uneasy. Oh, if she could just retreat now. Then she felt a tug on her hand from Charlie. As she looked up, she saw him at her before answering his father.
"Dad, you don't remember her, but you might, Willy. Remember Veruca Salt?" asked Charlie, with a mysterious glint in his eyes. He pushed Veruca a bit forward so the men could see her better.
Willy Wonka stood up and walked over to Veruca with a goofy smile on his face. He looked her over at first before it hit him whom she was. He turned to Mr. Bucket, gesturing to Veruca as he spoke. "She's that spoiled little girl that squirrels dumped into the garbage shoot."
"Willy!" Charlie looked over at Veruca apologetically. His gaze shifted back over to Willy in shock. The previous owner of the factory certainly did say things without thinking. "She is standing right here!"
Veruca put a hand on his arm to stop him. She let go of his hand and walked over to Willy. Mr. Bucket looked at her, uncertain to what she was going to do. He had heard about Miss Salt before. All the things he heard were not that good. "It's ok, Charlie. I was a nasty brat then." She turned to Willy. "That's why I came back here. I wanted to apologize for my behavior when I came here. I was a horrible child then. Mr. Wonka, I just want you to know that I am terrible sorry. Can you please forgive me?"
A funky laugh (what they are! But I love them anyway. Jonny Deep is hot no matter what) escaped from Willy. He smiled at her like it hadn't fazed him whatsoever. "Of course, Veruca. Apologize accepted."
"Thank you, Mr. Wonka!" she exclaimed. That was easier then she had expected. Then again this was a hard man to predict. He was oblivious some times.
"Call me, Willy. Mr. Wonka makes me feel old," smiled Willy. He came over to her and hugged her tightly. (Sorry. Mixing the two Willys. I love both of them way too much to chose. Still the 2005 one is hot) Well, he obviously had grown out of his no touchy (Kuzco!) phase. Possible due to the fact he gained a family.
When Willy let her go, Mr. Bucket came over to her and held his hand out, which she gladly shook. They exchanged pleasantries without much hostility between the two of them. Then a pleasant thin woman came out from another door at the far side of the room. In her hands was a tray of hot cocoa and cookies that were made for to take away the cold from the outside.
The woman bustled about the room fixing things before setting the tray down. She was about to speak to Mr. Bucket when she noticed Charlie and Veruca standing by the door. A smile crossed her face as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Hello. Charlie, who is you friend?"
"Mum, this is Veruca Salt. She was one of the Golden Ticket winners from ten years ago," explained Charlie.
"Hello, Mrs. Bucket," replied Veruca, as she extended her hand for her to shake. Both women shook hands and exchanged their own chatter.
"It's good to have a young lady in this factory," sighed Mrs. Bucket, with a warm smile on her jovial face.
Charlie laughed and shook his head. He snatched a cookie from the plate his mother brought in. "Mum is always complaining that there are never enough women in here other than her and the Grandmas."
Mrs. Bucket tousled her son's hair affectionately. She laughed a bit as the others grabbed mugs of hot cocoa. "He needs to date more. All this chocolate isn't a good substitute. Right, Willy."
Willy chuckled nervously. He didn't answer right away since his mouth was full of a chocolate cookie. When he did, he tried to keep a straight face. "Yes, Sherry. I am working on finding a woman."
"As am I, mum," replied Charlie, knowing that he was next. He let out a laugh at Willy's attempt to cower away from his mum's question. It was always the same thing whenever a female came to visit.
"Ah, you don't want to go through the Golden Ticket contest like I did. But I must say it was fun," remarked Willy.
"Where are you staying, Veruca?" asked Mrs. Bucket, turning to Veruca. Everyone had seemed to forget about her even being there.
A blush filled Veruca's face. She stammered for a few moments whilst looking over at Charlie. After her father and hers last fight, with blows involved most on his part, she had left. A few bags were thrown into her car, which she bought herself, and she drove off into unknown territories. It was only after a few days, she had decided to make amends for her past behaviors. "Um, well. Nowhere as of yet. I just got into town."
Mrs. Bucket gasped. She looked over at Mr. Bucket, Charlie and Willy as if asking for a silent agreement. They all gave her approving looks. "Stay here with us, dear. There is plenty of room. I can assure of that."
"Oh, I don't want to impose or anything," disputed Veruca, waving her hand. Then she felt Charlie's hand grip on hers as if silently reassuring her. "You really won't mind?"
"Not at all, Veruca. We'd love to have you here," assured Charlie, as he smiled at her.
Sorry, but I do not Mrs. Bucket's name if they ever mentioned it that is. But anyhow, moving along. Please review. You know you wanna. Virtual cookies for those who review.