Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Charlie was left feeling extremely glum after Willy Wonka had gone, having done the right thing but still feeling sad. He couldn't very well leave his family forever, even if living in a chocolate factory did sound exciting. He would get immensely homesick. Though things hadn't ended well, the days after seemed to be better than usual, and there was hardly any bitterness left. This didn't mean that Charlie didn't think about Mr. Wonka every day, and when they met again, the boy had to try extra hard not to seem overexcited. He was absolutely thrilled when Mr. Wonka changed his mind about the living arrangements, and promised him that his family would be much more of a pleasure than a hassle. His many grandparents found it especially nice to look out the window at the glorious candy meadow. Charlie was so in awe that he didn't recognize the nature of Mr. Wonka's sentence. He looked up, still smiling, and was taken by surprise when the young man leaned down to kiss him. Charlie stood still, feeling the softness of the lips on his own they were warm and slightly bigger than his own, not overwhelming him, but instead giving him a comforting feeling. Charlie stared when the electricity went away, feeling his cheeks and ears turn pink. He didn't speak for a moment, taking Mr. Wonka's hand. You taste like cherries. Charlie smiled, blushing furiously. He felt his hand tremble slightly, and held the man's hand tighter to try and stop it. Kissing had always seemed like a gross thing, a weird thing to Charlie, but whatever that was, it was nothing short of wonderful. The boy nodded, walking towards the house side by side with the chocolatier. Somewhere in him, he felt giddy, but also a little intimidated by Mr. Wonka's statement. What did he mean by want? It seemed that Mr. Wonka also had somehwhat of a crush on Charlie, if not more. There was something scary about a first love, but also something exciting and new. Mr. Wonka would find that the boy seemed to be studying him curiously all through dinner, though he tried to hide it. Charlie enjoyed the next few days inventing, brainstorming and exploring with Willy Wonka. After finishing some household chores, the boy went outside to search for his friend. He found the man talking with an oompaloompa about the candy apples he was harvesting on one of the green grassy hills. Mr. Wonka! Charlie called, crossing one of the bridges and running to him. He hugged the chocolatier immediately around the middle, keeping his arms there and looking up into the handsome face. I've been thinking all day long, and I just had to tell you about one of my ideas. You see, I always had a habit of drawing on my hands and arms when I was bored, and my mother hated it cause she thought it was bad for my skin, but what if you could eat the ink, you know, draw on somebody and then lick it right off, and it could come in all different flavors Mr. Wonka, like cherry and watermelon and chocolate- Charlie said this all very fast, holding tight to the man and rattling off excitedly. The boy loved the velvety feel of his coat, not to mention the warmth than emanated from beneath Mr. Wonka was always delightfully warm and perfect for hugging.