Dark Chocolate

Written by: canangelscry

Author's note: Hello all! Tis Lysi Marie, but I've changed my pen name, cause I felt like it, and my beta agreed. Anyway, you may be wondering where the sequel to YMLM is…well, It's on hiatus, until I get some more ideas on where to go with it. So for the time being, Dark Chocolate is what I'm going to be working on.

Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize from ANYTHING is more than likely not mine. But Eden is mine! DON'T STEAL HER! (points finger accusingly)

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Chapter 1: Schnarkies!

'Twas the night before February, and in the house of the Hamilton's, a storm was brewing. Not only did last night's episode of CSI completely suck, Eden's science teacher decided to change the lesson plan, and make her work even harder to get done within the next few weeks in order to graduate. The brunette was sitting in her computer room, running her hands through her uncombed bed-head hair when the phone rang. Sighing, she leaned over to see what the caller id said. Smiling upon seeing her friend's name she picked the phone up.

"City Morgue. You kill 'em we chill 'em. Next in line speaking." Eden said, her voice revealing the fact that she had woken only moments ago.

"Can you believe that bullshit they're showing? What the hell is up with Grissom?" Allie's American accent coming though the line as Eden returned to her computer to work.

"I know. Did I tell you what Ms. Botswner did?"

"What?"

"She is making me redo most of chapter 4, because I didn't answer the last five questions on the test right. I am so mad at that little woman."

Allie laughed. "You don't even know if she's little. You've never met her, seeing that you're an online student."

"Remind me WHY I'm doing this again?"

"Because, not only do you get to stay up late and sleep in, but you also get to choose your days off and get a free iPod."

Eden giggled and walked into her bright green bedroom, deciding to leave science alone for a while. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"The Daily Grind?"

"Please. I'll meet you there in half an hour."

"All right. But quit being a hippie, and take a shower."

"Oh, ha ha ha…"

The seventeen year old placed the very purple phone back in his holder, and decided that maybe a warm shower was, in fact, a very good idea after all.

As she waited for the water to run, she stepped on the dreaded scale just to see if she had lost any form of weight…

160 pounds…damn it…

The brown-eyed girl stepped off angrily, and doused herself in warm water, letting it soothe her tense muscles. In that moment, Eden let herself forget everything: school, her parent's never-ending bickering, and even her plans with Allie. One thought, however, clung in her mind…

The Golden Ticket contest Willy Wonka was holding.

Eden's grandfather used to work in the factory. Ever since she was a little girl she could remember hearing her him tell her stories about the work in the factory, and how he wished he could visit since the gates were closed. Unfortunately, her grandfather died nearly five months ago, never able to fulfill his wish. When the golden tickets were sent out, Eden saw her chance. At least once a week, she bought one Wonka bar, but her efforts were coming to no avail.

As she began to wash her hair, her mind wondered to the mysterious chocolatier. He had evaded any paparazzi, mainly because he had lived inside his factory for the past fifteen years, so that left much to her imagination. Sometimes he was a tall, dark, and handsome prototype…other times he was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell…but every time his face was never fully shown, only his eyes visible…which only added to Eden's intrigue.

Suddenly, the water went cold, gooseflesh appearing upon her light skin. She quickly shut the water off, and exited to get ready for the day ahead.

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The Daily Grind was an amazing coffee shop. When it was built in the 50's, it was a soda parlor, but recently underwent a major revamp, and was now a coffee shop. However, the owner was the original from the 50's, so he decided to keep the same style motif, but with some modern touches.

As Eden entered the coffee shop and out of the England cold, she knew right away upon seeing her that Allie was in her chocolate mood. And more than likely, she was going to be on it for a lil while. Sighing, she ordered a caramel flavored espresso and an onion bagel. When her order was ready, she walked back to the girl's usual table across the black and white checkerboard floors, where her strawberry blonde friend was sitting, eating a chocolate muffin and drinking some chocolate coffee concoction. "Is Grissom's stupidity the reason for your next chocolate induced coma?"

"Very funny. For once, I'm actually grateful for CSI to actually give me a reason to stuff my face with chocolate." The twenty-something woman said, sipping her chocolate cappuccino with extra chocolate whipped topping.

Eden shook her head and began to eat her onion bagel. "What are you doing? This is our chocolate fix! Are you trying to make me feel worse for abandoning my diet?" Allie said, moving to swat her friend.

However, the teenager was quicker. Laughing, she avoided Allie's swat by leaning to get the newspaper. Immediately, her face fell. Wonka's Fifth Golden Ticket Found! Russian Boy Excited to Visit England!

The brunette groaned as she sat back on the red plastic booth seat. "Now I really need some dark chocolate. This has given me full reason for a CIC."

It had been Eden's dream to go to the Chocolate factory in town. Nearly every night she watched the smoke billow up from the tall towers as she drifted off to sleep. If you opened her hidden sketchbook, you would only find drawings of the massive building, and shady images of what she imagined the famous Mr. Wonka to look like. But now…it seemed as if she would have the same fate as her grandfather.

Seeing Eden's far away glance, Allie took this opportunity to pull out a golden package and place it on the table. A few moments later, Eden rejoined the earth, and saw the wrapping. "Allie! What the hell is this?" she said, taking it in her hands.

"Your own golden ticket. I know how you wanted one, so I made one up."

A huge smile was plastered on the younger girls' face, and she read the writings on the outside. In the bottom corner was Allie's fluent handwriting, forging Willy Wonka's name.

"Open it. I put something special in it for you."

The wrapping was slipped off slowly, revealing one of Wonka's special chocolate bars. "I'm not inducing my own chocolate coma. I'm still waiting for the perfect dark chocolate that doesn't go straight to my thighs." She giggled, looking at her friend as she opened the bar.

"And what is wrong with my thighs? I think it goes to my boobs personally."

Eden shook her head, and continued removing the wrapping as the vintage jukebox began to play Sh-boom by the Chords.

"Can you believe the nerve of some people?" the shop owner asked.

"What do you mean?" a nearby stander asked.

"The telly. That Russian boy made a fake! What people will do nowadays." The older man said, making the customer's order.

However, across the room, not only did the girls miss the conversation, but Eden didn't notice the shiny material. Allie's round blue eyes grew to saucers, and slightly freaked Eden out. "Allie, it's not like you've never seen chocolate before. I'll give you most of it. Remember, no CIC for me." She giggled before looking down herself.

A few moments passed before the girls realized what happened. Eden had the fifth golden ticket. "Wait…if this is the golden ticket…then what…."

"You've got Wonka's ticket! The owner exclaimed stopping by the table in his journey to clean a nearby one. "I can't believe it!"

"Oh my god." Allie said, a smile on her face. "You're going Eden. You've got your wish!"

Eden's mouth opened, slightly in shock…"Holy Schnarkies."

I'm doing it…

Grandpa's dream…

I'm going to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory…

A smile crossed her face, and she ran out of the store, leaving behind a baffled audience. As the girl ran, she went home to an empty two-story Tudor house, and hid the ticket. Then, she went to one of the two places she needed to go to before the day was out…

The Cemetery.

As Eden rode her bike through the streets of Langworth, a smile was plastered to her freckled face, and her brown eyes shone with happiness. Oh, how good it felt!

The sun had finally come out, and as she neared the cemetery, her smile faded slightly. She hadn't visited her grandfather since he had passed. They were close, and since his departure, Eden hadn't been the same. She rarely talked to her family; Allie was the only one who could actually get words out of her mouth. Don't misunderstand this, she loved her family very much…but felt like something…or someone rather…was missing from her life.

Shaking these thoughts from her head, she parked her bike, and walked toward the gray marble headstone, where she sat upon arrival.

"Hey grandpa. I'm sorry for not coming sooner…life's been…different since you've been gone. Mom and dad fight almost constantly…but dad doesn't remember it. He's too drunk to." Eden began, small tears making their way down her face.

"Anyway, that's not the reason why I came here. I came because I'm going. I got one of Willy Wonka's golden tickets! I get to do what you always wanted to grandpa. I remember all those stories you told me…especially that one time you got to meet him! Oh grandpa, I'm so excited. Mr. Wonka is a mystery to me…and I hope that after tomorrow, he won't be anymore." She whispered, her tears finally fading as a large smile grew on her lips.

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So, the fifth golden ticket is finally found. Thank the Chocolate Gods. I honestly thought that no one would fill that fifth position…seeing that it's tomorrow that I'm opening my gates.

Oh dear. It's going to be very nerve-wracking. Children are adventuresome creatures, according to the Oompa-Loompa's. Hopefully they won't touch anything…especially me.

That first child…what is his name again? Oh well, I'll call him The German boy. I knew the first one would be large. I hope nothing horrid will happen in the Chocolate Room. Although, I'd better prepare for the worst.

And the second one! She's not a very nice young girl. From what I've read on the Internet, she is a spoiled child, and gets whatever she wants. Her father's in the nut business…I think they'll like the nut room…A must see.

That third one is rather scary. Not so much her, but her mother is something else. I don't think she blinked the entire time she was on the television screen. And the little girl is a gum chewer…I think that the inventing room will be quite the…experience…Even though chewing gum is really gross…

The fourth…Mike Teavee. He cracked the system…that little devil. And I thought it was perfect! I should have run more tests. He seems rather violent and is quite the mumbler. I couldn't understand much of what he was saying. Seeing that he enjoys electronics and the like, I should have the Oompa-Loompa's fix up the elevator with the Television Room. That will most likely get his attention…

And now, there's a fifth. She's actually quite intriguing, this Eden Hamilton. From what I've gotten, she's seventeen, much older than the others. However, of all of the children, she seems the trustworthiest. She is home schooling, which shows that she has self-discipline. I haven't found out much about her p-…Pa…erm… mom and dad…I guess I'll be meeting one of them tomorrow though…

It's going to be a long day. And I'm going to have to be around ten people…joy. Well…at least by the end of the day I'll only be left with two. Two I can handle. Ten scares me…but just a little.

It's getting late. I should head up to my room. But laying here in my eatable grass is just simply too enjoyable.

The Oompa-Loompa's are sleeping soundly in their habitat. I'm all alone… I should be used to this…I normally am…

What's so different about today?

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It's late…and I can't sleep.

I need to sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day…

I finally get to meet Mr. Wonka…

And see his factory…

All these years of wondering…

They're about to be answered.

Oh Grandpa….

I wish you could be going with me.

But I'll take Allie.

She is after all, the person who bought me the chocolate with the golden ticket that's getting me in.

Plus, she'd more than likely kill me if I didn't take her…

Seeing that she's in such a chocolate mood.

I wonder how things are going in America for her parents.

Last time I asked they weren't doing too hot.

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It's cold in my room.

I really need to get to sleep.

But I'm too excited…

And I haven't made my other round yet.

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Slowly, I got up out of my bed and threw on some jeans and a warm hoodie before grabbing my sketchbook. It's rather dark outside, and I know no one is out now, so it's the best time.

Sneaking through the house so as to not wake my parents, I make my way out and begin to run down the streets to the factory. Its presence never ceases to amaze me. Leaning against the gates, I slide down so I'm sitting, and open my sketchbook. Slowly, I allow myself to begin to draw by the light of a street post. My hands know more of what I'm sketching than my mind, so I allow them to take control…

Before I know it, my paper is finished. A man dressed in a top hat, gently tipping it toward me. His eyes are shining, and there is the faintest smile upon his soft lips. I grin and realize that I've drawn Mr. Wonka himself. Although I've never actually met him, I do like to draw what I think he looks like, and sometimes he's got a nice bit of scruff on his face, a funny look…or something like this. No facial hair, save for his eyebrows…A funny, yet cute, haircut, a soft mouth and beautiful eyes.

I've pondered often if those eyes are brown like chocolate…

But I guess tomorrow I'll find out.

Sleep seems to come easier as I make my way back to my bed, crawling beneath the warm brown flannel sheets after changing back into my pajama's. My cat, Skittles, is lying on the pillow beside my head and meow's his hello in annoyance at being woken. I smile and rest, looking out my window at the billowing smoke.

Tomorrow will be an awesome day.

Schnarkies…I'm going to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory tomorrow…

What in God's name am I going to wear?

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...And there it is. The first chapter of Dark Chocolate. Tell me what you think. Seriously. Just don't flame. I HATE people that flame, because there's really no point in doing so.

Anyway, I hope that all my YMLM fans aren't freaking out. I'll be getting back to working on the sequel soon. My beta and I had this idea, so we jumped on it. I hope you like it, and can't wait to see what you guys think too!

canangelscry