(A/N: The next chapter I wrote was amazing, it was one of my favourites to write, but when I tried to copy it over, it wouldn't work, so I tried copying something else over to see if it would work. It did, so when I went back to re-copy the chapter, Notes (on my iPad) crashed for some reason and deleted my whole chapter. It is one of those chapters you just cannot re-do. I'm in tears, it was my best piece of writing yet and now it's all gone. Thanks apple, you really made christmas great. Sarcasm.)

-This is my re-write.

Chapter 7 - Veruca's POV

I took shelter in Mr and Mrs Chan's fruit and vegetable shop around the corner. They have a 2 year old boy called Drew and a dog called Zoe. They're very nice, and they sell good fruit too.

Mrs Chan gave me a bag of cherries to take home to my parents, but I didn't take them home, I sat on the steps of the bank next door and ate them.

Then I found a coin in my raincoat pocket, so I decided to call Mike. I stepped inside the filthy plastic phone thing with my coin and put it in the machine. I dialled Mike's number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Oh hi Mike!"

"Who is this?"

"Veruca."

"Oh, I've been texting you for ages and you didn't reply!"

"I left my phone in the attic."

"Oh, well where are you."

"In a disgusting gross old phone thingy."

"Okay, I'll see if I can find you, what shop are you near?"

There was a pause.

"Please insert another coin to continue your call."

It was very cold. I sat down on the concrete and put my raincoat hood on. This must be what it feels like to be homeless and jobless. No money, no transport, no house. Ugh.

'No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami.'

Iggy Azalea's voice played through my head.

But I'm not in Miami.

"Hey, girl." A woman behind said.

"Yes?"

"Come in here, you look freezing."

I realised it was Ms Howard, the owner of the discount shop. I reluctantly entered, not wanting Mike to miss me if he walked past. Ms Howard smiled and handed me a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight. She smiled and went back to sitting behind the counter.

Mike's POV

I couldn't find her anywhere. It began to rain again and I ducked for cover inside Ms Howard's.

"Mike!" A voice said. I spun around and there was Veruca!

I think the angels started to sing! Wait what. I was so relieved.

She stood there in her blue raincoat, her hair was drenched and sticking to her face, her ugg boots full of water, her raincoat was soaked, and she was holding a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight and wore a huge smile on her face. Despite being saturated from head to toe, she was still beautiful... Minus the chocolate.

She ran up to me and gave me the biggest and most sincere hug I've ever experienced, she clung on to me like it was the last time we were ever gonna see each other, and I think she was actually grateful for something.

"Thankyou Ms Howard." She said, waving to the old woman behind the counter. I think that was also the first time I've ever heard her say thankyou. Wow.

We walked past a sign that read 'Days until Christmas: five.'

"Mike." Veruca said, stopping. She looked me in the eye. Then up at the tin roof of the street side. Her hands slowly reached out and clutched mine, and that's when I saw it.

A plant was sticky taped to the underside of the roof.

"Mistletoes." She whispered excitedly.

"It is 'mistletoe'? There is only one." I corrected her.

"So what." She laughed. Her laugh was adorable.

"I'm not doing it." I replied.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Close your eyes."

I did as I was told, my fingers were crossed she wasn't going to kiss me. I don't want to kiss Veruca Salt. But then again, she is very pretty, and kind when she needs to be.

She put something in my mouth. It tasted sweet and extremely disgusting.

"What is this shi—"

"It's chocolate." She said, cutting me off, "Remember when Willy Wonka told us that chocolate releases endorphins."

"No."

"Well he did."

"What are you trying to achieve by saying that?"

"You can open your eyes."

She gazed at me with her beautiful blue eyes, I couldn't help but gaze back. No! Mike Teavee definitely doesn't kiss people. And he definitely should not be kissing Veruca Salt, the daughter of a peanut millionaire!

Veruca's POV

My heart was beating so fast. This was even scarier than being attacked by squirrels. Calm down, Veruca. We both stepped closer to each other, in synchronisation, as if we were puppets being controlled by the same brain. There was no way to,calm down, there was no way out, only the thought of his lips on mine.

(A/N: The rewrite was horrible but it's 2am and I need to sleep. Merry Christmas! I won't leave you on a cliffhanger for too long, I'm really excited for the next chapter, which will hopefully be longer than these short chapters. I hope you enjoy this chapter and have a happy, safe christmas!)