Chapter 3- Mike's POV

(A/N: This chapter doesn't really involve the characters interacting with each other, but I thought it would be better to balance the romance in the story with what's going on in the two's houses. If you don't get what I mean, you'll find out.)

Veruca's texts are always entertaining, although I always have to change her number in my contacts because she's always getting the next bloody iPhone in every single freaking colour available!

Her parents are just dead rich and I have absolutely no idea how that happened from owning a nut business. I've never tasted any of the food they've produced, but it better taste good if it's making them that wealthy. I can't eat nuts anyway. I'm allergic. We found that out at Nan's when she made some stupid Thai nut chicken stuff and I did the 'allergic thing'. My parents freaked out. That's why my dad was so creeped out when we went into the nut room in Wonka's factory. But hey, I'm still alive!

But anyway, if I could get into Veruca's parent's good books, maybe I could get a couple of new games. Haha.

I could hear a noise downstairs.

Yelling.

"I've told you more than once!" Mom yelled.

"You never said anything!" Dad replied.

"I told you yesterday!"

"No you did not!"

"We're going to have no money left to pay for Mike's university fees!"

"Like you care anyway, you're the one who lets him sit up in his room all day, whereas I try to make him engage in some physical activities!"

"Like what, letting him practically attack you when he doesn't get his own way?"

"No!"

"He's gonna turn into that nasty brat from Wonka's!"

"What do you mean?"

"The wart-name girl!"

This argument went on for about ten minutes more.

"Oh my god, SHUT UP!" I screamed.

There was a silence, then more crazy yelling, until I heard Mom get up and leave the house, slamming the door.

They always argue. It's not fair. I mean, all I want to do in life is sit quietly and play games. Can't they just see that it's how I choose to live my life?

I looked out of my window and saw Mom walking down the street in the rain with no umbrella.

"Mom!" I yelled out my window. She looked up at me for a second, then continued walking.

So I tried again, "Mom! Come back... Please!"

She ignored me and continued walking, until 'please' began to echo around the place.

"I can't Mikey! Your father... He's just... Being silly. Go to sleep. I'll be back soon." She said, walking slightly quicker as the rain pounded down harder.

I shut my window and laid down on the bed until a blinding light came in from the doorway. It was Dad.

"What do you want?" I sighed, shielding my face.

"Nothing. I was just coming up to check on you." He said, sitting on the edge of my bed, uncomfortably squishing my feet.

"Dad, I'm 21, I don't need to be checked on."

"I know. Do you remember little three-year-old Mikey?" He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe."

"He used to change the channels on the TV while we weren't looking. He used to kick the cat, he used to feed his vegetables to the fish and it all used to float up the top of the tank."

I sighed, remembering when I was that small human with patchy hair where I'd cut it, and melting the wax from my birthday candles all over the fluffy rug in the living room, and climbing to the top shelf of the wardrobe so I could tie triple knots in all of Dad's ties. It was such a good time. But then what happened?

"You really should be more grateful, y'know." Dad sighed, looking out into the rain. I sighed too.

"I am. You just don't see it, do you? I say please and thank you, I'm good in school, and I'm just about to get a really great job, Dad, so please let me stay at university." I pleaded. Dad just smiled and left.

"See, you really are a cool kid, aren't you, Mikey?"

I do love my parents, but sometimes they really annoy me, and that's what they see most of the time. Angry Mike.

I wonder what Veruca's parents think of her?

Veruca's POV

There are so many things in the world that are better than Wonka's Caramel Vanilla Nut chocolate, but I was holding some. Dangling it out of my bedroom window to see if the squirrel from before would come back.

Daddy would never have let me buy anything Wonka, but I did, in the summer of 2013, with my friend Cassandra Morris. I kept it hidden away in a plastic bag in my wardrobe. I never actually told anyone what happened at Wonka's. Whenever somebody asked, I just told them it was great, and the chocolate was delicious. Most of them believed me, except Cassandra, who knew there was something wrong the second we walked into the shop.

I told her, and she promised not to tell.

"Veruca!" Dad yelped, running back up to my room. I dropped the chocolate out the window and ran to open the door.

"What is it Daddy?" I squealed.

"Cassandra's on the news!"

I ran downstairs to the TV. Cassandra was flashing her sickly smile all over the early morning TV network.

"Now I've got my job as weather girl, I'm so... Argh! Excited!" She smiled charmingly.

"Do you want to say any special 'hellos' to anyone, Cass?" The reporter asked. She smiled.

"I'd like to say a big hello to Amanda Timmens, who spilt her drink all over me on the first day of uni and now we're besties forever! Toby Garnet, the best boyfriend ever! Veruca Salt, who got thrown down the garbage chute in Willy Wonka's factory, what a laugh! Jennifer Jones..."

Her voice trailed off as I felt Dad's glare on me.

"Veruca! How dare you! How dare you tell someone!" He screamed.

"I didn't mean to!" I said.

"How did it happen?"

"W-we went into the Wonka shop and... She asked me why I had stopped talking all of a sudden and... I told her!"

(A/N: I felt that I REALLY needed to add some other character conflict in, so I did, here it is.)