A/N: This is chappy three. I hope you guys like it. Guess what….I had time to write after math tutoring and jazz band! Ok don't expect a new chapter soon though cuz I have to go to school and the weekends are the only time I have to write. Fortunately we had retreat last week so I was able to write when I got home. Ok enjoy!

Liz was amazed at what she saw in the factory. She knew the building itself was a work of art, but the rooms in the building were absolutely stunning. Willy was a brilliant man in her opinion. He described everything in his factory with vibrant and colorful words. It was like he was acting out his explanations, each one of them so passionately said. They were now in the inventing room, apparently Willy's favorite room in the factory.

"This is amazing!" Liz exclaimed as she examined the various machines that were bleeping and or blowing steam. She imagined an orchestra of the machines. It would sound very cool in her opinion, sort of John Cage like. That would have been great in Variations 2.

Willy broke her from her imagining by drawing her attention to a very large tank. Liz turned her vibrant eyes to look at the tank. She saw many large balls shooting into the tank. A thought suddenly came to Liz's mind. She had been wearing her suit, so she would be ready for practice that morning. She quickly tore off her swim team sweat shirt to reveal an orange shirt that had an image of an owl licking a tootsie pop and at the bottom it said "How many licks?". She slipped her shirt over her head revealing her practice suit that happened to be her old fast skin. She then slipped her pants off along with her shoes and socks. It was a good thing she had packed her change of clothes with her that morning.

Willy stood in awe as Liz stripped down to her swim suit in front of him. He was also quite curious as to know why she was doing this, but that curiosity was found when she jumped into the tank. She gracefully dove to the bottom where she did a form of under water breastroke. Willy wanted to yell to her to get out of there, for her own safety, but he couldn't get over how powerful and graceful of a swimmer she was.

Liz was enjoying the feeling of warm water running over her skin. She had missed swimming when she had quit in high school, but it was for her own good. Music was way more important to her, but in college she could do both. She opened her eyes to find that her contacts weren't falling out. This was quite odd; she didn't know that they wouldn't fall out when she opened her eyes under water. Liz quickly swam to the window of the tank to look out at the very surprised Willy.

To Liz, Willy looked as if she had scared the shit out of him, which was very possible, considering that she had all of a sudden jumped into the water. He was just staring at her, a mortified look on his face. It was pretty funny to Liz, considering that it wasn't her factory and she was the one acting like a college kid. She swam to the surface and took a deep breath of air.

"Are you crazy?" Willy asked calmly as she turned her Caribbean aqua eyes on him. He was now caught up in them and hardly heard her response.

"Well I'm not legally crazy, but my friends say that I am sometimes," Liz joked as she struggled to get out of the tank. Willy quickly got out of his daze to help Liz out of the tank. She grasped his hand with a powerful grip. Willy pulled hard on her arm and she fell out of the tank on top of him, drenching him in warm water.

"Shit that's cold," Liz said as she shivered on top of Willy. She had hardly noticed she was lying on top of him. She was mostly thinking how cold it was out of the tank. Willy quickly took action, wrapping her in his arms. Liz was grateful for the warmth until she realized how she was getting warm. She quickly slipped out of his arms and slid onto the cold floor.

"You must be freezing," Willy said stating the obvious. Liz gave him an annoyed look and groped around for her clothes. When she realized that they were on the other side of the tank she scrambled to her feet and began to walk toward them. Half way to her clothing she slipped in a puddle of water and landed sprawled on the ground.

"Ouch," was all Liz said as she laid spread eagle on the ground staring up at the ceiling. Willy walked over to her and looked down on her. He reached out a hand to help her up. Liz looked at him for a second before firmly grasping his hand and letting him pull her up.

"Let me get you a towel," Willy said as he gathered her clothes up for her. Liz took them from his arms and followed him toward a pair of double doors. He pushed them open to reveal a brightly colored bathroom. Two green towels were hanging on a towel rack near the shower. Liz's mouth dropped open as she stared around the bathroom.

"This is amazing!" she exclaimed as she walked over to the shower. "Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" she asked turning around to face Willy. He nodded in approval.

Liz had never been a girl to really be embarrassed about anything, so she hardly cared when she jumped into the shower and threw her suit over the top of it letting it fall into Willy's arms. She also didn't care that she was taking a shower with him in the bathroom with a shower with a glass door.

Willy quickly spun around as not to see anything he was not supposed to. Good thing that the glass to the shower was bright green so that no one could see in. Liz began to sing in the shower, more like hum but none the less she was singing.

"Could you hand me a towel?" Liz asked when she turned off the water. Willy rushed to the towel rack and handed her a towel. She dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out of the shower. She quickly pulled on her under garments and pulled her pants over her legs. She was just about to put on her shirt when Willy spoke.

"How do you like my factory so far?" he asked.

"It's absolutely phenomenal!" Liz said as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"I'm glad you like it. Do you like small rodents?" he asked as he turned around to see her drying her hair.

"NO!" Liz exclaimed quickly while running some gel through her curls so they wouldn't frizz.

"Oh dear," said Willy as she took the towel from her and put it back on the rack. He made an odd noise with his mouth, and a very small man ran into the room.

"What the hell is that?" asked Liz as she pointed a long slender finger at the little man.

"Well and oompa loompa of course!" exclaimed Willy as he made some odd hand motions to the oompa loompa.

"Well, that explains a lot," Liz said rolling her eyes. She was not amused with the little man. She had always been a little edgy around short things. Liz wasn't a very tall person herself; she was only 5"5 but still short things made her edgy.

Willy quickly explained his tale of the oompa loompas before dragging her out of the bathroom and down a bright white hallway.

"Have I met you before?" Liz suddenly asked in the middle of Wonka's conversation that she hadn't really been listening to. She had mainly been thinking about earlier when he had touched her and she had remembered his touch.

Willy stopped in mid sentence and stared at her. He wasn't quite sure whether to spill his story to her or to deny ever having met her before. He didn't want to lie, and plus if he told her then realization might seep in. He decided he would tell her. Willy gave her a warm smile and took her through a door off to their right.

A/N: Sorry about the more suspense but I'm tired and I have a zero period. Hope you liked the chappy!