Chocolate Coated Love *Charlie and The Chocolate Factory The musical*

Chapter 4. The Amazing Tale of Mr. Willy Wonka

I saw Charlie's letter sitting on the road a few houses down and decided to make a detour to the factory at the end of the street.. I reached through the gates and tossed the paper plane and watched it fly.

The wind whipped suddenly and I tugged my thin coat around me and turned to head into town. Ms.Thenardier would be wondering where I was...Or assumed I had already picked up a John.

I sighed and pushed my hair back from my eyes and kept my eyes trained on the cobblestone street.

"Ms.Bucket?" A voice asked.

I turned and found myself face to face with the Shopkeep from earlier locking up his store.

"Oh, hello Sir," I said, a blush coming to my cheeks.

I hated people seeing me out this late, since they all guessed what it was to do.

"What are you doing out this late?" He asked.

"W-well, I-i'm on my way to work," I stuttered embarrassed.

"Work? This late wha---...Oh, I understand." He said softly.

I flinched and looked down and tried to keep the tears from forming.

"I have to do this to keep my family fed and warm. Mom works long hours but it's not enough." I tried to explain, desperately hoping he would understand.

"How much for a night?" He asked.

My eyes widened and my head whipped up. I didn't expect those words to come out of that man's mouth.

"E-Excuse me?" I asked.

"How much do you charge for a night," He asked, his expression totally innocent.

"Ten dollars," I tried.

The man shrugged and dug a ten out of his pocket and handed it to me. My eyes widened impossibly more and he unlocked the door to the shop and lead me inside, his hand resting on the small of my back.

"S-so where would you like me?" I asked removing my coat and sweater.

"Oh, no my dear girl. I just wish to talk."

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"I don't want anything from you besides a conversation," He explained.

"Then why did you give me ten-"

"You're a beautiful girl. It hurts to see someone like you walking these streets." He replied cutting me off. "Besides what you and your brother said earlier, intrigued me," He said with a shrug.

"For a man who sells chocolate, you don't seem to know a lot about the Chocolate making world," I smiled, slipping my sweater back on, caressing my locket with one hand.

"Well, I'm a businessman at heart." He smiled.

"Well, what would you like to know sir?" I asked, sitting cross legged on the floor patting the spot across from me.

"William," He introduced.

"Olivianna," I replied softly.

"Anything you're willing to tell. How do you know so much about that Wonka fellow. Why are you and that kid brother of yours obsessed with him?" He asked.

"Our Grandpa Joe was a security guard at the factory before Wonka closed it. He told me stories when I was young and my dad would always come home with a Bar for us to share. I guess it's a way to keep my father's memory alive," I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant.

I slipped the locket from around my neck and opened it, showing him the picture of my father and I. The last happy memory I had was in that gold heart.

"You look happy,"

"We were at a festival that had all kinds of sweets and games. He bought me Ice cream that day...He passed away a few weeks later,"

"I'm sorry," He said softly.

"It was a long time ago," I said closing the locket and putting it back on.

"So, Wonka?" He asked, changing the subject for me.

"My brothers Idol. He's always coming up with new ideas for candy. He's got quite the imagination. I've been in love with the idea of a man who gets to live and breathe such creativity. I suppose the mystery is part of what's attracted me for so long. Like I said earlier. I'd give anything to see inside that factory," I said, with a dreamy sigh.

"Is that so?" He mused.

I blushed and shook my hair to hide my burning cheeks. What was this man doing to me. I've never blushed like this before.

"How about a scary one?" I asked, trying to change the subject, to ignore my racing heart.

William nodded, eager to hear my knowledge

"Willy Wonka went to India near the kingdom of Madras, Where he met Prince Pondicherry who was rich but awfully crass! He had wed a Maharani who craved chocolate for each meal, So he called up Willy Wonka, and he said: "Let's make a deal! I will pay a million rupees for a house to fill her belly. We will be the talk of Punjab! And the toast of all New Delhi!""

He laughed at my Indian prince impression.

""I will gladly build this fortress," Wonka said, "But just one thing. It will be nice for the winter, but it won't last past the spring! For the sun will make a river of this chocolate Taj Mahal, And you'll end up in hot chocolate with your chocolate femme fatale!" But the prince, he wouldn't listen! "Use a bonbon for the dome! I won't rest until my missus eats me out of house and home!" And so Wonka built a showplace, but when summer came around, all the walls began to melt till every ceiling hit the ground But the prince and princess perished! Drowning in the chocolate flow. Yes they died cause they were greedy Ahhh, but what a way to go!" I laughed finishing my story.

William smiled and clapped for me, making my mock bow.

"So why did Wonka close his factory exactly?" He asked curiously

"The spies," I muttered disdainfully.

"Spies?" He asked.

"Horrible men by the name of Fickelgruber! Prodnose! And Slugworth! Stealing every new invention as soon as it appeared. Wonka closed down the factory, and no chocolate was made for a very long time. And then one night, the lights came back on again, and strange shadows appeared at the windows! Yes! The factory was up and running again! But how? Nobody's ever gone in, and nobody's ever come out." I said erily, looking at the factory from the window. "And that is one of the strange mysteries of the chocolate-making world. Yes the smoke returned to the windows, and the gates stayed locked and chained! And strange shadows- Ghostly shadows! Appeared at the windows unexplained! Yes, out went Fickelgruber, Prodnose, Slugworth! No one went in, which was quite bizarre! But the factory churned! And the sweets returned!" I said sighing dreamily

And no matter where my gaze was I could feel his eye on me, following my every animated motion as I painted the stories my Grandfather told me. The next thing I knew The sun was rising over the factory.

William helped me to my feet and lead me towards the door, his hand finding my lower back once more.

"Thank you," He said, kindly.

"Thank you for not using me," I said, smiling softly.

"The thought would never have crossed my mind to use a poor girl in that way." He promised.

I pulled him down by the lapels of his jacket and kissed him gently before pulling away, the faint taste of chocolate on my lips.

"W-What was that for?" he stuttered a blush forming on his pale skin, nervously adjusting his glasses

"You did pay for a night...Figured I'd give you a bit more bang for your buck." I smiled coyly. "Have a pleasant day William," I smiled before turning on my heel and headed home.

"Good day, Olivianna,"