Chocolate Eyes (Wonka x Fem! Charlie)

Chapter One - Charlie

The wind was freezing cold and caused my long, curly brown hair to whip across my face harshly. I was so cold, but I couldn't bring myself to move because it was delivery day at Willy Wonka's factory. I would always watch as a part of the factory opened, and conveyer belts of boxes were loaded into the back of the trucks. I would always try to see if I could catch a glimpse of that mysterious chocolatier, but I was never successful.

People passed by me on the street. Some even whispering amongst themselves, "There goes that weird girl, staring at the factory again." I ignored them like I always do. The conveyer belts finally stopped, and the trucks roared back to life, preparing to exit. The gates re-opened, and the trucks began filing out one by one. My gaze never wavered, not until the last truck exited and the gates shut firmly once more, blocking me and the outside world out.

My shoulders sagged. I honestly don't know what I was expecting. He never comes out. Oh, I have thought about trying to sneak in to catch a glimpse of my hero during a delivery day, but I never followed through with the fantasy. Even if I was able to sneak past the trucks, the main door was probably locked and if on the off chance it isn't, what would I do if I actually got inside? Mr. Wonka probably wouldn't be happy that a teenage girl snuck into his factory. He would probably even call the police and I wouldn't blame him. There's a reason why he doesn't come out. I just wish I knew what that reason was.

I looked down and nudged a rock on the ground with my foot before sighing sadly and continuing on my way home. I walked into my little, crooked house. I made sure to kiss each of my grandparents and my mother hello before settling in to do my homework. I was actually at the top of my class, and I intended for it to stay that way. My family isn't rich, or powerful or well connected. In fact, we barely had enough to eat. So, if I have any hopes of going to college, I will need to get an academic scholarship. An academic scholarship is all I could hope for because I was not faster or stronger than any of my peers. In fact, I lacked basic hand-eye coordination, so a sports scholarship was definitely out of the question.

The door opened, letting a blast of cold air sweep in. I had to catch a few of my papers before they flew off. "Evening Buckets," I heard my dad's voice. "Evening," my grandpa Joe greeted back. I looked up and greeted him with a smile. "Hi daddy," I said quietly, getting up to hug him. He wrapped his arms around me, and I suddenly felt warmer. His hugs were always the best and definitely something that I looked forward to each and every evening.

All to soon, the hug was over, and dad walked over to mom, placing a kiss on her cheek. I smiled at them softly and continued working on my essay.

"Soup's almost ready darling," mom informed dad. "Don't suppose there's anything extra to put in it?" She asked. I'm guessing dad shook his head no, because she said in an optimistic voice, "Oh well! Nothing goes better with cabbage than cabbage." I really admired my mom's optimism. I had just put the final touches on my essay when dad came over to sit down beside me.

"Charlie," my dad said softly. I looked up at him with a smile and pushed my materials to the side, finished for the night. "I found something I think you'll like." He pulled out a handful of deformed toothpaste caps from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of me. My dad works in the local toothpaste factory. The pay was terrible, the hours were long, and the benefits were non-existent, but occasionally, there were unexpected surprises. One particular piece caught my eye and my face lit up. I picked it up and exclaimed, "It's exactly what I need!" I stood up, giving my dad a kiss on the cheek in thanks before pulling out my model of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory out from one of our empty cupboards.

"What is it, Charlie?" Grandpa Joe asked, curiously.

"Dad found it! Jus the piece I needed," I replied excitedly as I stuck the piece on top of the stick figure standing on the outside of the factory.