A/N: REALLY sorry about the short chapter! This chapter will be longer!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Trying to Forget

A few weeks after the dreaded tour of the chocolate factory, Charlie's school let out from spring break.

He was now just a little taller, so he could help his father repair the hole in the roof.

In the evenings, the family knew how hard the events of the dreaded factory tour had been on Toffee, so they instead asked Charlie or Toffee to relay some of the more traditional fairy tales from his class's storytime or a family having lunch together.

Toffee's tales of the factory had slowly faded from their memories, and Willy Wonka was soon replaced by Prince Charming, and Toffee simply faded into the background as the narrator.

Charlie learned to forget the wonderful chocolate river and the magnificent candy boat, and soon replaced them with Cinderella's glass slipper and Snow White's poisoned apple.

Grandma Georgina was now thoroughly convinced she was a magical fairy-princess, and that she just needed a pair of glass slippers to prove it.

Meanwhile, Toffee was having a very successful job as the clerk of the cafe, and was now receiving nearly ten dollars an hour.

Mr. Bucket helped the company that had fired him by repairing the machine that had replaced him. In return, the company gave him a full-time job operating the machinery.

Mrs. Bucket finally found a part-time job at a laundry-mat that gave her enough time each day to take care of the grandparents, and sent her home with nearly fifteen dollars in her pocket every day.

She was able to finally go to a grocery store, and buy sufficient groceries for her family, and Toffee and Charlie were finally able to shop for new clothes.

Thing were finally looking up for the Bucket family.

Pretty soon, the Buckets, including Toffee, had all but forgotten Willy Wonka.

But Willy couldn't forget the Buckets.

Whenever he tried to invent a new candy to get them out of his mind, Toffee's sobs would ring in his ears, and he would throw down his tools and cry.

Today, Doris had told him that he should try taking a walk through the Chocolate Room to clear his head.

Willy knew it wouldn't work, but he couldn't just tell Doris 'no', so here he was, walking through the Chocolate Room like a moron.

He looked at the bridge, where he and Toffee had sat and talked like friends, and started to cry.

He wiped the tears away with his gloved hand, and thought to himself, "Look at yourself! Crying over some girl? Ridiculous!"

But the tears kept coming, and he thought, "Toffee isn't just some girl! I love her, and it's a miracle if she still has some shred of respect left for me!"

He collapsed on the grass, his face buried into his knees, and just let the tears keep coming.

And Doris, who was watching from a camera somewhere in the room, thought, "It really wasn't a good idea to send him in there."

Willy finally just wiped away his tears, and picked himself up. He walked out of the room, and tried to invent something again.

When the mixture he was trying to make, which was susposed to bubble and turn pink, instead exploded and started to burn through the floor, he threw up his hands, and yelled, "I'm done! I can't do anything anymore!"

He accidentally stepped in some of the mixture, and he screamed and took his shoe off, then threw it at the wall.

Doris heard the commotion, and walked into the Inventing Room, where she was automatically yelled at, "DON'T STEP ON THE FLOOR!"

She looked up, and saw Willy sitting on top of a table, and pointing down at the floor accusingly, hissing, "The floor's lava."

Doris saw the mess, and shook her head.

She grabbed a nearby water bucket (hey, working with Willy Wonka, you never know when you're going to need a bucket of water) and splashed it over the mess.

The mixture hissed and steamed, but eventually it was safe to step on the floor again.

Doris walked closer to Willy, and signed to him, "I know you miss her."

Willy whimpered back, "Miss her? Doris, you know that's an understatement."

Doris signed, "But you have to move on. Or face her. Either way, you have to get better, because Valentine's Day is coming up, and that means we need to come out with a new candy, and you, in your current condition, can't invent anything."

Willy sighed, and said, "You're right Doris. You're always right. I need to talk to her."

Doris smiled, and signed, "That's my boy."

A/N: Darn it, it was short again!