"Rise and shine, darling," a familiar voice came.
"Nah, I wanna sleep..." I mumbled, too comfortable in my bed under Willy's low voice. I hugged my bedsheet tightly in my arms, not willing to let go.
"Cora," Willy continued to say, but this time in a serious tone, sending shivers down my spine. "You have to wake up they're about to do roll-call."
I immediately sat up from the bed, accidentally hitting Willy in the face with my head, "OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY!"
"Ouch- Oh, it's alright, darling! That hit made me wide awake! I'm absolutely ready for our plan today!" He chuckled.
I couldn't help but look at him with those adoring eyes of mine. The positivity in him, the way he thinks that everything is okay even when it's not, the way he just smiles just to make the world a happier place, the way he sells chocolate because of a little dream, it's just... it's somehow... brightening up my miserable life, like a little lamp guiding the way.
"Cora?" He waved a hand before my eyes, "Cora?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I muttered, blinking and got off the bed with Willy, who was sitting next to me just moments ago.
"Uhm... we... we should go," Willy said, suddenly becoming nervous.
"Yea, let's go."
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Bleacher blew the whistle for roll-call. "Bell. Benz. Chucklesworth. Crunch. Wonka. Locke."
"Bleacher? The toilet's blocked again!" Mrs Scrubbit yelled.
Bleacher rolled his eyes, annoyed, but was still walking towards the direction of the sound when Willy sighed, "Ah! The unmistakable sound of love."
"You what?" Bleacher glared at us with a perplexed look on his face.
I, knowing the plan, replied in fake surprised, "Don't tell me you haven't noticed. She's madly in love with you!"
"Mrs. Scrubbit?"
"Besotted. And why not? Look at you: A fine figure of a man. You just need to tidy yourself up a little bit, get some new clothes, have a bath..." Willy kept on listing things Bleacher could do, earning a satisfied look on Bleacher's face he was trying to hide.
"A bath?"
"Yea, you do know what they say?"
"What do they say?"
"She'll be thankful for an ankle..."
"Yes?"
"And please to see your knees..."
"Right."
"But if you want to make her sigh..."
"Tell me."
"Show her some thigh..."
Bleacher's lips crooked up into a smile, showing his disgusting teeth-
"Bleacher! It's up to my ankles! Come clean that up!" Mrs Scrubbit once again, yelled at Bleacher, quite annoyed and mad at his absence.
Bleacher then pushed me and Willy through the doorway, "Get in there, silly kids!"
A/N: Sorry this is short but I still want to update it first so people can read :) love you all for voting and reading <3
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A World of Our Own || Wonka (2023)
Fanfic"I'm Willy. Willy Wonka. You see, I'm something of a magician, inventor and chocolate maker," Willy Wonka smiled. "Nice to meet you, Willy Wonka. I'm... I'm Coraline Locke." "What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl..." Willy whispered, his eyes...
