The Next Part of My Story (A Tale Set in the World of Wonka) Pt 1
A/N: In honor of my one year anniversary on Tumblr, I wrote a continuation to the first series I ever posted. Thank you to everyone who showed love to this story. You're the reason this is possible! Please enjoy!
The weather outside was beautiful, like it was ripped out of a storybook, which was perfect considering that I was writing for one. I sat behind my desk, which was piled to the brim with ideas for new stories. It was crazy to think that about a year ago, these were still ideas in my head. London seemed so far away and simply a dream. Now, not only was I living in the city I’d fantasized about, but I had a writing deal with one of the best publishers in England. However, the most unexpected part was also the sweetest: I was living in a chocolate factory.
Upon arriving in London, I moved into a tiny room in the local washhouse, where I planned to work in order to make enough money to support my career. However, I was abruptly made aware that I would have a roommate, in the already tight chambers. He was none other than Willy Wonka, an aspiring chocolatier and magician, with a wild imagination. Truthfully, my first impression of him was that he was a bit odd, and I wasn’t keen on the idea of sharing my room. However, we quickly became friends and promised to help one another with our conquests: his dream of selling chocolate and my dream of publishing a book. Along the way, Willy’s joyful spirit melted my heart, and now, my life is more vibrant because of him.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. A young man in a long burgundy coat stood in the doorway of my room, tipped his brown top hat at me, and smiled.
“Good afternoon m’lady,” he said, entering the room and eyeing the papers on my desk. “It seems like today is turning out to be a productive day.”
I smiled and took in the image of the handsome man before me as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my head.
“It has. In fact, I’ve come up with so many potential story ideas that I’m having trouble deciding which one I’ll submit to Mr. Doux-Amer,” I admitted.
“I know what you mean. It’s been a busy day at the factory. Even with Lofty’s help, it’s been hard keeping up with all the new chocolate orders that are coming in,” he said, honestly.
I nodded. Lofty was an Oompa Loompa, whom Willy befriended and assigned as his business partner at the factory, after the little orange man took a secret liking to his chocolate.
“Speaking of chocolate,” Willy said, pulling out a small wrapped item from his pocket. “I want you to be the first to try my latest creation.”
He unwrapped the items and revealed a long yellow treat that was decorated with chocolate icing on the top.
“I call it the hair repair eclair. They're perfect for anyone who wants to regrow their missing hair or simply wants to experiment and make it a bit longer,” Willy explained.
Then, he broke off a piece of the candy and placed it in my palm.
“These are meant to be eaten in small quantities, eat any more than three, and you’ll end up like a gorilla!” he warned.
I laughed, “Well, we certainly don’t want that, do we?”
I placed the treat in my mouth and allowed the flavors to melt on my tongue. It was spongy and had a taste of vanilla.
“Mmm! Willy, this is delicious!” I proclaimed.
Willy beamed at me. “And it worked too! Look!” he said, carefully taking a strand of my hair in his hands. I gasped as I realized that it was now a few inches longer.
“Wow! That’s amazing!” I said, admiring the change.
“I was afraid that it wouldn’t work. I ate a piece of one earlier, but I don’t think it had any effect.” he admitted.
I stood up from my chair, and I took his hands in mine.
“I think it did work,” I said, studying Willy with a chuckle.
“Really?” he said, taking off his hat and running his hand through his curls, whose color reminded me of a never ending river of chocolate. “How can you tell?”
I leaned in and kissed him lovingly on the lips, which made him smile against me.
“Because your mustache tickles me when I kiss you,” I replied with a grin.
“Mustache? I don’t have a-” he replied in confusion, bringing his hand to his upper lip.
Willy’s eyes widened at the realization. “I have a mustache! I’ve never had one before!”
I giggled and responded, “No, you haven’t but you do look mighty handsome with one.”
His cheeks turned a sweet strawberry red over my compliment.
“Oh, stop it!” he said as he traded his signature Wonka grin with a shy smile that melted my heart.
“You always ask for my honest opinion during taste testing. Why should today be any different?” I said, matter of factly.
Willy wrapped his arms around my waist and then placed his forehead on mine.
“I love you,” he whispered, and now, it was my face that was aglow as he leaned in to kiss me.
The exchange was delightful because as per usual, his lips tasted like chocolate, a concept that I couldn’t get enough of. Now, his new mustache contributed to the ticklish feeling in my heart when we joined together.
As we pulled apart, he chuckled and said, “I better let you get back to your writing. Hopefully, I didn’t make you lose your train of thought.”
“No, that’s ok. I can jump back on it at the next station,” I replied, playfully.
Willy laughed. “Good, I better get back too. Lofty’s waiting for me. We have lots of new orders to fulfil! Oh! By the way, how do you feel about elevator rides?” he asked me, eagerly.
“Uh…fine. I guess,” I replied, a bit confused at his sudden inquiry.
“Great! Meet me in the basement of the factory at about 7:30 tonight. There’s something I want to show you.” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Ok, then. It’s a date,” I replied.
Willy clapped his hands, showcasing his childlike excitement. “Yay! Dates with you are my favorite ones.”
“I would hope so. Although, you’ve got a lot of admirers who could give me a run for my money and would jump at the chance to go on a date with the famous Willy Wonka,” I teased him with a wink.
“Never!” he said, clearly so shocked that I would utter such a statement, that he missed the fact that I was only kidding.
“I’m so grateful for all of the guests that visit my factory, but none of them fill my stomach with as many butterflies as you do,” he said sincerely.
I blushed and turned him around towards the door to hide my rosy cheeks and get him on his way back to work.
“I was only teasing you, Willy. Now, go before your sappy words melt me into a puddle of that sugary syrup you use in your candy,” I said with a giggle.
As he headed out the door frame, he tipped his hat at me in a farewell gesture.
“Now, that would be a shame,” he said with a grin.
“WONKA!” a voice boomed echoing through the stairwell and up to my room. It was Lofty, who made up for his short stature, with his big temper.
“Now, I really need to go. Don’t forget! Tonight at severn!” he said, as he raced down the stairs towards the impatient Oompa Loompa.
I chuckled as I watched him disappear from view. I returned to my desk with a smile as I continued sorting through the ideas I’d written earlier. Once again, without knowing it, Willy had provided more inspiration for my writing. I spent the rest of the afternoon whittling away at my manuscript, counting down the minutes until I would reunite with Willy and share with him the next part of my story.
