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Mrs. Charlie coaxed Charlie to show Veruca a room to stay in as she directed him to get her bags out of the car. Charlie followed her to her car and pulled her bags out. Then they proceeded through the factory to a room where she could stay in. It was right near Charlie's surprisingly.
Charlie sat on the large bed, watching her unpack her things. They made small talk until Mrs. Bucket brought them something to eat. It made Veruca quite happy since she hadn't eaten a decent meal in days. Only she won't let on to that little factoid.
After eating, they sat in her room for a while exchanging stories of what happened to them over the last ten years. There were so many things to discuss since they were never really friends to being with. They were enemies if anything first. Which is why the whole thing of them getting along was quite interesting. The only thing they had in common was the Golden Tickets.
"You didn't just get into town, did you?" asked Charlie, suddenly.
Veruca looked up at him and saw a twinkle in his eye. No sense in lying when he already knew the truth. "No. I found some place to stay for a few days just to take a shower and whatnot."
"Why did you leave?" persisted Charlie, as he looked at her intensely. He still sat on the edge of her bed as she sat in the middle of the bed.
"My father and I fought. He hit me a few times, and I left. That was nearly a month or so ago," answered Veruca. She looked down at the quilt that lied on her new bed. It had a beautiful pattern of flowers and stars.
A warm hand lifted her chin up. Brown eyes met blue. "Hey. It's ok, Veruca. You are safe now. As long as you don't start demanding me around."
A laugh escaped from Veruca. Why hadn't she gotten along with him before? Why did she have to be so mean? How could he be so nice to her after all of these years? "Charlie, we are like complete strangers. How can we be getting along?"
"The Golden Ticket. It brought us together even if it were for a bit. We can make up for lost time and become friends. It doesn't matter that I only met you once," assured Charlie, smiling. He titled her chin up a bit more when she tried to look down again. The warm smile he gave her was heating her up.
"So, where should we start, Charlie?" asked Veruca. His eyes captivated her into looking deeper. Inside she could see how beautiful his soul really was. It was a shame that she was so caught up in her own selfishness to see it.
"Anywhere." Charlie let go of her chin to lie back on the bed. A second later Veruca followed suit.
So, for the next few hours they talked about everything and anything. They each filled in the gaps of their childhoods and their lives in the past ten years. Secrets were exchanged. Dreams, hopes and wishes were traded back and forth. Stories were passed between them in hope of confidence. Charlie told her of the factory and some of what went on in agreement that she kept it secret. So many fascinating things went on in that factory. Things she did not learn on her tour there ten years ago. There was even a new rival. One of the old Golden Ticket winners, a Violet Beougraud had gone into the gum chewing business. Veruca filled him in on her transformation over the years. How she came out of the bratness that once consumed her to a hard working person. She showed him her bruises and cuts that she gained from her father over the years.
It was nearly two in the morning when they ran out of things to talk about concerning their lives and whatnot. They moved into topics of nothing ad ordinary stuff that concerned them. Their positions on the bed had changed from time to time. Food had been eaten over time. In fact, all their talk made them quite close.
"Charlie, do you think we could have been friends if I were nicer back then?" asked Veruca, turning to face Charlie from her position on her back. She rolled on her side, propping herself with her elbow.
Charlie turned to face her. "I don't know. It's possible."
"We could have stayed in touch. I would have liked to know you longer than that one time ten years ago," replied Veruca.
"As would I. You aren't that bad as you were before. I-I prefer you now than then," answered Charlie, truthfully. He reached out and brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. A smile crossed over his handsome face as he looked at her.
Veruca blushed at his compliment. Now that she was older, different, she wasn't used to such compliments. "Thank you, Charlie. You are so sweet."
"No problem. Out of curiosity, do you have a fear of squirrels?" asked Charlie, with a smirk. That was one question he had been wondering for years about. After all squirrels attacked her.
"It took many visits to a shrink to rid them," laughed Veruca. She laughed so hard that ended up rolling over, knocking into Charlie. In return, Charlie laughed with her, wrapping his arms around her.
When they stopped, Charlie cupped her face in his hands as if it were some precious jewel that he treasured. He smiled at her. "You are beautiful Veruca. Truly beautiful." Suddenly he leaned down and kissed her softly. As quickly as it came, he pulled away from her, regrettably.
"Why did you stop, Charlie?" asked Veruca, wide-eyed. It was so good to be kissed by him. His adorable British accent drove her wild even from the first time she heard it. He was a hot guy even when he was nice, but then he was just unbelievably cute.
"Isn't that to soon? I-I don't even know how you feel or know you that well," stammered Charlie, avoiding her gaze. It held so much that he hadn't seen in a long time. After all, being a big chocolatetier at such a young age had its drawbacks.
"Charlie." Veruca softly lifted his chin so she could look at him. She gave him a quick kiss. "We spent nearly five hours talking about ourselves. I know you. You know me. All that we have to do is spend time together without the talking. I want you to kiss me. Ok, Charlie Bucket?"
A smile crossed over Charlie's face. He kissed her again, this time deeper and stronger than the last time. His hands roamed her lithe body in attempts to get closer to her. Veruca moaned into the kiss as their tongues collided together. First his tongue searched every inch of her mouth soon followed by her searching his mouth intently. Soon they were lying on the bed, hands roaming their bodies and their mouths locked on to each other.
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