Disclaimer: You think I own something related to Charlie & The Chocolate Factory? WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT BEFORE I ZOMBIFY YOU! ... Erm, I mean, don't be silly - of course I dont!

Right, well it's 10:30pm ish, and hears the next chapter Sian, sorry it's a bit crap, but nevermind. Thanks to anyone else who's reading - If you can stand it... Oh and yep, I have written myself in, but only so I can take the piss more through the fic version of me!


"Nice day isn't it?" Stephanie looked up as she realised the bus driver was directing his comment at her.

"Guess so." She replied before changing the song on her Starlight Express CD to 'Right Place, Right Time'.

"Though they forecast more snow for tonight." He continued cheerily.

"Really." Stephanie replied. Not that anyone would get away with calling her Stephanie… unless they liked eating their own guts for breakfast. Steph, or ZK, but calling her Stephanie was like swimming naked with several cuts in a pool of very hungry piranhas.

"Mind you, I'd rather be stuck in a years worth of bother than have my bus trashed by those damn school kids on a morning – And I've got the home run this afternoon." He added warily.

"Poor you." Steph said half heartedly.

"Doubt there will be much trouble tonight – Had to kick that stick kid off the bus, nice boy really, but strange…I had to get em off the bus though – If only to stop the bullying! It was either kick him and Sian off or everybody else!" Chris said with a half laugh, half frown.

"Hang on – Sian Champion?" Steph with shock.

"Yeah – You know her?" He asked turning round at a red light.

"Yeah, came down from up North to see her, and I suppose the 'stick' boy is Mike Teavee?" Steph asked with a sigh. She knew from the second Sian first uttered Mike's name from watching the factory documentary that nothing good could happen… Still could be worse – She could have got more mental than usual and started stalking Tom Felton.

"Who else could it be? Right, this is your stop for Si's house – just down that road there." Chris said with a smile as he opened the door to let off his only passenger on the bus.

"She doesn't like being called 'Si'." Steph said as she pulled her bag over her shoulder, picked up the cage by her feet, and jumped of the bus.


"Pleasure is the path to joy!"

Mike rolled his eyes dramatically at his sister quoting adverts on the TV as he sat up. "Do you have to do that? It's very tedious. I may have played games all the time but at least I don't watch TV so much I know all the variations of the 'We All Love Clover' song!" He scoffed grumpily as she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Don't be soft… or flat." She giggled, prompting Mike to through a pillow at her.

"You have a rubbish shot you know." She said, cocking her head on one side and smiling cheekily.

"Don't worry; I'll get your big gob one of these days." Mike smiled back as he laid back as best he could with his missing extra pillow.

"God you sound so common! Mum and Dad would throw a fit."

"Oh shut up you freak." Mike said as he turned over again as best he could.

"Hey don't have a go at me! What's up with you now?" She asked as she passed him back the pillow.

"I've been thinking… You have Sian's number?" He asked as innocently as possible.

"It's in my phone – Don't think for one moment you can have it though! I'm not having my little brother go out with someone from my year – It would be… Icky!" Nicole shrieked, her face an expression of disgust.

"I just want to THANK her, that's all." Mike replied grumpily.

"Whatever Stick." Nicole said as she turned away and turned up the volume on the TV…


Steph raised an eyebrow as she walked towards Sian's house to find loads of things strewn around the garden and a crazed looking woman beating on the door.

"Look like Laurel's having one of her madder than normal days huh Baba?" She whispered to Tini in the cage, who responded by howling to be let out.

"Shhhhhh, she doesn't know about you, but I don't really think she'd notice if a heard of pink elephants came walking past – So a midget girl talking to a cat should be nothing!" She said with a smile.

"Come out you little BITCH! So I can KILL YOU!" Laurel yelled before throwing bits of broken desk at the door.

"Ooooooookaaay." Steph said, sighing out as she spoke. "Backdoor it is then!"


Sian's dad turned into his street and drove down, careful for the icy patches. He looked at the scene in front of him – His wife was on the doorstep screaming, his daughter's furniture was scattered round the lawn, and there was a weird girl with a cat climbing over the gate. He thought for a moment and drove past his house and out of the estate back onto the main road – if that's what he'd really just seen, going to the pub for a drink wasn't really gonna make much of a difference!...
Mike leaned heavily on the counter at the hospital ward reception. "Hey… Hey!" He yelled at the receptionist who was checking through files with his back turned.

"Yes?" The man asked, slightly crossly, but his eyes softening as he realised who it was.

"Erm, the girl who brought me in, any chance I can have her address… Or her phone number? To say thanks? I don't know her that well you see." Mike said, struggling to stay polite.

"I remember her – We shouldn't really though… I suppose I could give her a ring you – Let her know how you are." He said with a sigh as he picked out a folder from his desk.

"…Thank you."

The boy nodded and dialled the number. "Hello, is there a Miss Sian Champion there? Oh I see… Well that would be great… Ok, hang on a sec…" He said, breaking off as he scrabbled round for a pad and paper. "Right, I'm ready…"

Mike watched as he scribbled on the paper quickly, making 'right', 'yes', and 'got it' noises as he did so.

"Yep, that's it – Thank you, sorry for the mix up… Bye." He put the phone down and pushed a piece of paper towards Mike. "She gave the details of a friend, want to contact her – here you are." He said softly.

"Thanks… If I can read your bloody handwriting you retard." Mike muttered as he walked back to his room.

"What?" The receptionist looked up.

"Nothing!" Mike called back sweetly…