Chapter One
Two knocks on the door and then waiting in the freezing cold. It was raining, just getting into the winter months and night had already fallen. The door creaked open just a crack to see an eye staring through it.
"Yes?" asked the person behind the door.
"Are you William Wonka?" asked the police officer. The person glanced between the police officer and drenched girl next to him, then back up to the police officer.
"Why?"
"Do you know her?" asked the officer indicating the young girl. The person's eye returned to the girl and stared intently at her shaking form before being able to match a name with her face.
"Yes," was the short reply.
"Well she is in your custody now," said the officer, "we can discuss all the legal stuff tomorrow in town. Be at this address at eleven. Thank you." The officer handed a piece of paper through the crack and a purple gloved hand took it. The officer gave a look of pity to the young girl before they turned and left.
The door opened fully and the girl made her way into the shop and closed the door and locked it before facing her new guardian.
"Thank you, Willy," she said with her teeth chattering.
"I haven't seen you for five years," he said as he stared walking towards the back of the shop. The girl followed and they went to a door and climbed some stairs that led to his home above his shop. She continued to silently follow him as he went into a bedroom and pulled out some purple and brown striped pyjamas and handed them to her as he headed into the hallway and into a linen closet and pulled out a light purple towel and handed it to her. He then pointed to the door at the end of the hall.
"Shower," he simply said before leaving the hallway. The girl made her way to the bathroom and quickly stripped off her cold, wet clothes and turned the shower on and got under the hot water. She took a quick shower, only long enough to heat her up; she didn't want to think about things right now. That time will come soon enough.
She got out of the shower and dried off before putting on the pyjamas and hanging her wet clothes up. She made her way out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and to the reasonably sized kitchen. There she found Willy sitting at a table with a plate of food in front of him and another set for her across from him.
They silently ate their food but the girl couldn't help but look Willy over. His hair was a bit shaggy, and he had a purple top hat perched on his head. He was still wearing his day clothes, except his jacket, that was hung over the back of his chair. He was wearing a brown button up shirt and black slacks and socks that had chocolate bon bons decorating them.
"Nice socks," she said before taking a sip of her hot chocolate. He glanced at his socks then up at her and gave a small smile. She was the one who gave them to him after all.
When they finished Willy cleaned up the dishes then sat back down and looked at her.
"Would you care to explain what happened today?" he asked calmly, he liked drama but only when he created it. If he hadn't created it, it was usually just a pain.
"Well it started off as a normal day. I went to school, came home and did homework. It was getting a bit late when I heard a knock on my door and it was that police officer," she paused and started to tear up, "he said my mum had died in a car accident while walking home from work. We went to the scene and then we had to figure out where I was going to live since I'm a minor and all that. We took a look at my mum's will, it was old, but it said that you were to be my guardian if you were of age, if not then your father."
Willy stiffened at the mention of his father.
"I know, sorry, sore topic, it's just, everything has gone wrong today," she said as tears started to spill over and she quickly wiped them away. Tears always made both her and Willy uncomfortable, they weren't the most touchy-feely people in the world.
"I am only a year older than you," said Willy bluntly.
"I know, but seeing as I'm seventeen, that makes you eighteen and of age to be my guardian," she said.
"This is so…weird," he said.
"Tomorrow we will go over the will more thoroughly and we can find a proper guardian for me," she said.
"Right, for now you can stay here, oh that means I must leave the shop tomorrow, I suppose a few hours wouldn't hurt," said Willy to himself.
"Yes I heard you opened a store and are quite successful. I'm proud of you, all that talk five years ago and you really did it. And I heard the news about your huge factory," she said changing subject to a happier one.
"Things are coming along great, the factory should be opening up a few months," he said nodding his head.
"That's great. I love your candy, I don't know which is my favourite, but I do love a classic Wonka bar," she said thinking about it for a bit.
"It is a classic."
"Your hot chocolate was very good. Do you sell it?"
"Not yet. It isn't perfect yet. But I will."
"Good because I could live off that stuff."
"A life on hot chocolate? What about other chocolate? What about cold chocolate?"
"I didn't say I would, but it is tempting."
"Awfully."
They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a bit before the girl yawned.
"Do you have some place I can sleep for tonight?"
"Come with me," said Willy getting up. He led her to the bedroom they were in before to retrieve the pyjamas.
"Isn't this your room?"
"Yes, but I have work to do since I won't have time to do it tomorrow. Please get some rest, in the morning, you will be a taste tester," he said.
"I see, I have to work for my stay. Fair enough. Thank you Willy," she said and climbed into the bed that smelled like chocolate with a bit a musky sent underneath. Willy walked over and made sure she was settled before turning the light off.
"You're welcome, Cherie," he said before leaving the room and heading down to his shop to get a head start on his work. Chocolate never sleeps after all.
A/b: New story. I had it in my mind for a while and couldn't get it out, so I wrote it down and am posting it. Posting may be slow since school will be starting up and I am working on two other stories as well.
Hope you enjoy. Comments and reviews are welcome.
-Charlotte