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Three Weeks Later

Laura and Charlie hadn't had much time together after that. The homework got too intense, so of course she hadn't seen Wonka since. Luckily now, it was the first day of intersession, a five-day weekend. Well actually, now it was night and Laura was in bed asleep. Her dreamless sleep was interrupted and she was awoken by an odd noise. She got up and went to her window. She saw Charlie and his elevator. He'd hit a tree, but he was OK. She got on a robe and went outside.

"Bucket, what are you doing here?"

"Well I hadn't seen much of you and Mr. Wonka suggested that perhaps we have you over for a few nights. I know we won't do anything tonight, but this will give you a chance to get used to your room."

"Ok! Just let me get a few things."

She went back inside and threw some things in a bag. She placed it by the door and went to her parent's room. They were slightly angry but they let her go. She got her bag and went back outside to Charlie. They got in the elevator and sat down. Almost as soon as she was on, she fell asleep again.

She was awoken when they landed. The door opened and an oompa loompa took her bag. Charlie followed him and sleepily she did too. She was too tired to pay attention to where they were going. Finally they came to a stop.

"This is your room. I am rather tired. We can have fun tomorrow. Goodnight."

She sleepily replied, " 'Night."

Then Charlie walked away. Laura became fully awake when this hallway became familiar as she realized where she was. Right next to Mr. Wonka's room! As she stared at his door he came out. He froze, startled. But then he gave a nervous laugh and seemed to relax.

He said, "Oh yes, I almost forgot you're staying here!"

Laura laughed. "Yeah. If I may ask, why is my room so close to yours and not Bucket's?"

"Well it's so I can monitor my guests better."

She gave him an odd look.

"You know... so people don't steal... my chocolate and such... not that I thought you would..." He trailed off and Laura could swear she saw his flawless white face blush. He turned away and she saw him whisper, "Dammit."

Then they were in a silence. Breaking this odd silence Laura said, "Well I am rather tired, so I should go to bed. I bid you goodnight."

He replied, "Goodnight, starshine. The Earth says goodbye."

She giggled as she went into her room. She carefully closed the door and she heard him do the same. Suddenly tears filled her eyes. She walked a few feet into her large room and backed herself against the wall to her left. She slowly went down it, and hit her head on something. When her butt was firmly on the ground she looked up. She had hit her head on a doorknob. She was against a door... a door that seemed to lead to Mr. Wonka's room! Well, now that she was alone she could think. Oddly enough she really liked Mr. Wonka. Age meant nothing to her, only what the heart felt. He probably didn't feel the same. She wondered how she was going to get through these next couple of days.

She sat there in silence until her voice escaped her lips in the form of Bittersweet by Apocalyptica (Feat. Ville from HIM and Lauri from The Rasmus). "Bittersweet, I want you. I've wanted you. And I need you, I've needed you." Laura stopped singing and got up. She could swear that she head someone else sing, "I won't give up, I'm possessed by her. I'm bearing the cross, she's turning into my god." She went over her bed, took off her pants and got into her bed. Briefly thought of Wonka invaded her thoughts as she surrendered to sleep.

Other P.O.V.

Willy went back to his room. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' he thought. He then espied the door that led to her room. He could go through it. No! He told himself. But he walked over to it anyway. He sat in front of it then pushed himself against it. As he did he hit his head on the doorknob. Finally, he let thoughts invade his head. 'I keep fudging up! I really like Laura. No! I can't! I'm too old for her and she'd never feel the same. But why should age make a difference? Well, it doesn't matter! She'd never like me. So I'll just sit here and clear my mind.' But then he heard an angel sing, "Bittersweet, I want you. I've wanted you. I need you, I've needed you." Then it stopped. Suddenly he heard his own voice, "I won't give up, I'm possessed by her. I'm bearing the cross, she's turning into my God." 'What if she heard me? Fiddlesticks!' Quickly he jumped in his bed. He gave in to sleep quickly with dreams filled with her.