Thanks to Cyatts for the idea on this story. Also, anyone who gives an idea should be vague. I still want to have some fun with writing these.
Veruca had just gotten a bit of lunch at a little stand in the nearby park. As she sat down, a young man saw her. He thought she looked like an angel. He walked right over to her, saying, "I'm sorry are you lost, because as a princess you should be in a castle." Veruca felt charmed by this, but had to tell him she had feelings for someone else. He sat down next to her, looked at her up-close "Listen, I already have a boyfriend." He suddenly ran three feet away. "Bleugh! You may be pretty, but you've got to be the smelliest thing in the world. Your hair, skin and breath all smell like a literal dump. It's a wonder you have a guy who notices you, skunk girl." This left her saddened. Many people did tend to avoid her.
Ever since that incident at the factory a year ago, Veruca managed to get out of the furnace. She was lucky that the room full of trash wasn't being lit that day. When she got home she took a long shower. All the garbage was off of her, but she still reeked. Her hair smelled like garbage, her skin looked smooth but felt scratchy and her breath felt hot and sticky. She brushed her teeth, took a 10-hour shower, used 10 bottles of shampoo, but no matter what she did, the smell stayed wit her forever. Her room at the factory and her former bed room at home smelt just as bad since she slept there every night. Once she got home, nobody would talk to her even with all the cash her parents had. There must have been something in that garbage that gave the side affect.
She returned to the factory and got into her room. She just had to face facts, no matter what she'll ever do, she'll always have that foul aroma following her wherever she goes until the day she dies. She just had to lie down, and think about life.
The next day was Veruca and Charlie's picnic. Veruca had to know something. "Charlie, what do you think of my stench?" This was something that Charlie didn't think she'd ask him. "Why do you ask?" "I just wanted to know. Everyday since the tour of the factory I've been stuck with it." She took a nice glass of melted chocolate. Sadly everything she ate or drank also tasted mostly like garbage, but she could still tell differences. Charlie thought about it. "Honestly, there's something I like about it. I can't explain it but it feels nice." "Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" He replied, "No, it's honestly a unique experience that feels enjoyable for some reason." Veruca leaned in an kissed him. To Charlie, the kiss felt hot, sticky, intoxicating and disgusting. He didn't care in the slightest.