Violet Beauregarde didn't know what she expected Veruca Salt to be like as a roommate, perhaps she would be the same rude brat as before, and harass her about her…current state to no end? Maybe just ignore her companion the entire time, which would've been pretty easy to deal with. Or even, in a rare possibility, they'd become good friends. She did not, though, expect the British girl to actually apologize one second after they'd entered.
"Hey, Violet. Umm, I'm…very sorry about saying you should be put into a county fair. It was extremely impolite and false of me to say such a thing about my brand-new best friend" best friend? Since when… ooooh, she means the thing we did at the hallway. She actually meant that?!
"It's fine. I guess it did look funny."
"It didn't. I was very scared."
"Well, there was a giant girl in blueberry form right in front of you. It's understandable."
The two girls laughed at the description. Violet decided to steer the talk into something more…amusing. She jumped on the hard bed, propped head on the palms and her elbows on the mattress, and swung her shins and feet back and forth.
"Soo, Veruca! Let's talk like actual friends do. Which of the boys would you kiss?" she asked with a cheeky smirk.
The other girl looked taken aback. She intertwined and disintertwined her pale fingers a couple of times, then focused her icy blue eyes back on Violet.
"Do you think the chubby guy would kiss me?"
"Maybe, if you bribe him with candy bars!"
The European pouted.
"That's just mean! I'm sure there must be something more of him to love in that cute stuffed panda-bear face." She grew a smirk that matched the Cherise cat's. "What about you, dear friend? Which of the boys would you like to make out with?"
She thought for a while. The poor guy- Charles, Chalk, Chan, or something like that- was definitely not her type. He was just way too nice and innocent. Augustus was way too…lazy. He wouldn't be good off with a girl like Violet, who did sports almost all the time.
The only one left was Mike Teavee, the ant boy. She had to admit, he was very cute, especially in such a small size, and the girl was somewhat attracted to his "smart-aleck" attitude. She wondered if it was even possible to kiss him in such a great size difference.
"VIOLET, WAKE UP!"
The shout pulled her back to the dorm room she and the British girl, Veruca Salt, were sharing. Violet looked around, trying to figure out who had called her name. She got the answer when Veruca's dirty hand started flying from left to right in front of her face. She had a sly smile on her trash-coated face.
"Wow, it l seems like someone knows who they want to marry already, doesn't it?" she decided to go with it.
"I don't know really. Actually, I was wondering whether it's possible to make out with a bug sized person."
"Maybe. But please don't do it as soon as we find them. I did notice that Mike doesn't know how to communicate with a lot of things outside of a screen. I do not know a lot about love, not having many friends and all, but I think this helps…"
"Me neither, but who cares? They don't stand out as social butterflies either."
[Time skip]
Violet sat with the three other children in the middle of the candy grass meadow (Wonka had taken Charlie and claimed they had "a lot of things to do before the day was out"). Augustus and Veruca both had taken showers, so they didn't look like the mud monster and walking dumpster anymore. The American looked down at her blue clothes and body. Unfortunately, such things would take much more than water and soap to go back. If they even could go back.
"We can help you try to fix it if you want." A shy voice cut her depressive thoughts.
As it turned out, Augustus had said it. She offered him a small, grateful smile. He returned it, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Thanks, Gus. But I don't know if it's even possible…"
"Well, if it is, then we'll help as much as we can. You too, mike. I would be very glad to help you."
They all turned to Mike, who was sitting on the grass still facing forwards, and waited for him to thank the other boy, but nothing happened. They looked at one another, confused. He had just been offered to go back to normal, and to have a friend. The very least he should do is say thank you. As if he had heard her thoughts, mike turned to face them. He sighed, then cleared his throat.
"Thanks, Gus. Just sying, I have to scream to talk to you guys, and it hurts to do it all the time, so stop talking to me." Violet noticed (even in his considerately small form) that his face looked a bit wet. Without warning, she scooped him up and hugged him close to her chest.
"Well, in any case…" Veruca started once the silence started being too much. "I will be very pleased to help both of you as well, just as long as you, Violet, agree to teach me martial arts. I need to be able to defend myself once we leave this wretched place."
Violet processed the girl's words. She was right. Violet didn't think about how she would deal with life as soon as she left the factory. She'd be bullied. That was for sure. Wonka would want the whole world to know what happened to them. He was just that evil. She looked at the others, and noticed they were all thinking the same thing. "If we're going to be hurt, then at least we should leave it for later." She thought. For now, they needed good things.
"Well then you'll have to help me find outfits that go well with blue skin and hair-" the British girl cut her off. (Warning: I know nothing about fashion. At all)
"-I was just waiting for you to ask! I was thinking along purple, pink, different shades of blue or light green. Each of these colors goes well. Of course, a dress would actually look amazing, but you're more of a tomboy, right? So I guess colored jeans would be nice. Maybe with a V-neck and a jacket. And trainers, multicolored ones with rainbow laces."
They all laughed at Veruca's instant reply. And violet knew it: these would be her new friends for life, whether she liked it or not. And in this case? She did, very much.
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