Chapter 1 - Mike's POV

"I got your new game, it came in the mail!" Dad shouted. I heard his footsteps coming up the hallway to my room.

There was a crash behind me, as Veruca rolled from the bed to the ground in an attempt to hide. She crashed into the wall at the side of the bed and fell on top of a pile of charger cords. Luckily, Dad's too stupid to notice the strange crashing noises.

I don't even think Dad remembers who Veruca is. It's been like, almost nine years since we went to that stupid chocolate factory, I'm 21 and studying film in uni with Veruca. I should have moved out already, but I can't be bothered, and besides, every time we have a family discussion about it, it always ends up in an argument.

Oh yeah, after being at that stupid chocolate factory, I shrunk down a little, and I'm not three millimetres thick either. I'm kinda normal now.

"What game are you on now?" He asked me. I lifted up the Xbox controller and pointed at the TV to show him that I was still playing 'Grand Theft Auto 5'.

"Oh." He said, quickly passing me the new copy of 'Call Of Duty - Zombies'. I whispered a thankyou and he left.

I had to get up to close the door behind him, and when I came back, Veruca was brushing off the dust from the floor.

"Well then?" She said, sitting back down on the bed.

"Aah, just another game." I replied. "He still doesn't know you're here."

"And?"

"Well, I'm not sure if he would want you here either. He still doesn't know that I've had a person hidden in my room every Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoon for the past three weeks. At least we're not dating or anything. He'd go nuts." I said, laying on the jumble of pillows on the bed.

Veruca just smiled a tiny smile. The kind of smile that someone would give you if they were about to cry.

We both looked up at the babyish glow in the dark star stickers all over the roof.

Maybe... Uh... It wouldn't be like she WANTED to date me or something? Would it?

Veruca's just my friend, and she's only at my place because we're working on a film project.

I looked over at the project. It was a work in progress at the moment, all it was, was a big piece of cardboard with some green tissue paper glued onto it.

"Er, it looks like I have to go." Veruca said, pointing at the clock on the wall, "I have a dinner party at seven."

She walked over to the window and opened it, before swinging one leg over the ledge.

"Bye." She said, then she lifting her other leg over the ledge and she disappeared. I heard her crunch into the fallen leaves below.

Now I'm not actually sure if she landed on two feet, or she fell, but I am definitely sure that she was upset when she left.

Veruca's POV

I walked home quite fast. Faster than usual.

It was getting dark, and it was only quarter past six.

I can't believe I only had forty-five minutes to get ready for the dinner party.

Dinner party. Dinner party. Roast beef, crumbed chicken, lamb, crispy bacon, potato, carrot, broccoli, peas, ice cream, custard, chocolate sauce.

Aah!

Mike hates chocolate. What am I doing? Nothing's going to be able to get him out of my head.

By now, I was up in my room,

I laid face first on my bed, still thinking about the tall boy with the messy hair in my film class.

The dinner party went well. And I mean very fast. It was actually quite boring. And besides, the food was the only good part. That chocolate sauce was the best thing EVER.

Aah!

WHY CHOCOLATE SAUCE? WHY?

(A/N - Do you like it so far? Hehe, of course you do!)