Charlie and the chocolate factory The Reunion Chapter One: Realisation
At the age of twenty one Charlie Bucket, heir, protégée and part co owner of the infamous Wonka factory was what was considered to be beautiful, a very rare beauty especially for a man.
The infamous and genius choclatier Willy Wonka was just as handsome and as youthful as the day Charlie met him at the age of ten, when he had been the lucky individual to find the fifth and final golden ticket.
Charlie often wondered how his mentor had managed to stay looking as youth as he did. Charlie had no idea how old Willy really was, if he were to guess he would have imagined he would have been well over forty. But yet he appeared to be thirty something or maybe even younger then he had been when Charlie had first become aquatinted with the factory owner.
This had more then intrigued Charlie's grandparents, both sets of them, over the years before they passed on. When Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine had asked him how he remained so young and handsome, the handsome part was apart of Josephine's wonder, not her husbands, he just wanted to know how the choclatier did it.
Willy would merely smile in his typical mischievous and mysterious way, his bright and beautiful violet eyes full of knowing amusement and knowledge beyond their understanding. In truth Willy had only been thirty six when he had allowed the five golden ticket finders to enter his beloved factory. In truth Willy had been twenty nine when he had discovered the oompa-loompas.
So as a gift to Willy for providing them with a better environment and more coco beans then they could possible imagine and want they gave him liquefied immortality, meaning he would never age a day over what he had been when he had found the oompa-loompas.
There was one thing no one knew, not even Charlie his beloved protégée and friend, his only true friend. He Willy Wonka was madly in love with Charlie Bucket. At first he had been more then a little confused and considered his sudden attraction to his protégée as mere passing lust, when Charlie had not long turned seventeen.
Willy when he was in his early twenties had more then his fare share of sexual encounters and bed partners, of both genders, but his most preferred were always the males. So naturally the choclatier knew what it meant to truly lust after another. But this much to his dismay was different, very different more different then you could possibly get.
You see Willy wouldn't have gotten rioting butterflies in his stomach whenever his previous bed partners would laugh smile do the simplest of things or mere gestures. He would not feel the urge to melt into a pleasant puddle of sweet goo whenever he or she said bed partner would accidentally brush up against each other. He never became tongue tied or flushed brightly, that was traitorously bright and obvious against Willy's unnaturally pale skin, in the choclatier's opinion, much to his disgust.
Willy was under the impression no one had noticed his not so little problem around Charlie. But Willy had no idea that Mr. and Mrs. Bucket had indeed noticed; how could they not? When both men in question would blush so brightly that either senior Bucket feared the two men would explode.
They noticed both men gazed almost longingly at the other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Mrs. Bucket would become incredibly amused when they would become tongue tied and stutter like crazy. Neither Senior Bucket had seen the choclatier so flustered nor at a loss for words, common place it was not for Willy Wonka.
They knew, Mrs. Bucket especially that her son and the choclatier were every much in love with each other. She had begun to notice such an attraction between the two not long after Charlie had turned seventeen. Both men were too stubborn to admit it and had no idea the other willingly returned his feelings.
Most would think the Bucket's would have a problem with their only son being inclined to like the same gender instead of the opposite. But in fact they honestly did not mind, he was their son no matter weather he was in love with a man or a women.
The same went for their one and only other child. Eight year-old Elizabeth Bucket, when she was old enough to understand. Elizabeth or better known as Lizzy was born when Charlie was thirteen. She is a carbon copy of their mother while Charlie takes after his father.
Lizzy adored her older brother and Willy. It was Willy who had named the little and youngest Bucket. Both Mr. and Mrs. Bucket agreed that Willy should be the one to name their daughter, seeing after all he had done for them. Because of his selfless generosity and warm heart, they were no longer riddled with poverty.
Mr. Bucket had been surprised when Willy had chosen such a pretty and none child like name for the little female Bucket. He had been expecting along with his wife for the choclatier to choose some outrageous name like Nelly or Dotty, considering the choclatier's playful and child like behaviour.