Thank you AngelWithHorns222 and Yva J. for the reviews. Thanks for the tip Yva J., I really appreciated it. I'm new to fanfiction so thank you very much. I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the credit goes to Roald Dahl and Tim Burton. I do however, own Samantha. Thanks for reading and enjoy!!

It has been a few days since the whole incident with me kissing Willy on the cheek. I can’t believe he has never been kissed before, I mean a man of his age that’s just totally unexpected and weird. But I’m one to talk, I’ve never been kissed either. I guess I’m not kidding when I say he’s a fruitcake. Anywho he’s been acting weird ever since. I left my room and headed towards the Bucket’s house. I went in and sat down at the table.

“Goodmorning Bucket’s.”

“Good morning Sam.” Everyone greeted.

Willy wasn’t there yet so we all waited. He finally showed up with a nervous look on his face.

“G-good morning.” Willy stuttered.

“Hi Willy!” I greeted.

We all ate our breakfast quietly, which was very unusual. Afterwards the table was cleared, Charlie left for school,and Willy and I started towards the Inventing Room. Before we reached the exit of the Chocolate Room, Willy froze all of a sudden.

“Willy, what’s wrong?” I asked out of concern.

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Let’s use the elevator.”

“I didn’t know we had an elevator.”

“Well I don’t always use the boat you know.”

“Okay let’s go.”

I have to admit I was really excited, but I had no idea what I was in for.

We got to the elevator’s destination and I was completely surprised that the elevator was made of glass. Willy pushed a button, went in, and stood in place. While I was just standing there like an idiot not sure what to do.

“Come on Sam, aren’t you coming?”

“I don’t know, are you sure it’s safe?”

“Of course it is, I’m still alive aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts, come on trust me on this.”

“Okay.” I said fearfully.

I walked in the elevator and stood next to Willy. On one wall was a lot and I mean A LOT of buttons for the many different rooms of the factory.

“There can’t be this many floors.” I said with doubt.

“Well, the elevator doesn’t just go up and down, it can go sideways, slant ways, and any other ways you can think of.”

“Oh that’s comfortable.” I said sarcastically.

“What was that mumbler?”

“Nothing.”

Willy soon pushed a button labeled Inventing Room, and right then I was hurled right into the opposite wall of the elevator.

“Ow, son of a…”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence when I was thrown back to the other wall where I was standing before. I was being thrown back and forth, while Willy was standing there like an dork, like the elevator didn’t have any affect on him. I soon got my balance back, so I thought, when the elevator took a violent turn, and I was thrown right into Willy. I wasn’t exactly thinking right, but to prevent me from dying of head trauma, I held onto Willy. I could feel Willy tense up right then, but soon afterward he put his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t go flying. I just buried my head in his chest and closed my eyes hoping this hellish ride would soon end.

We soon reached the Inventing Room and as soon as the doors of the elevator opened, I bolted out.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Willy asked childishly.

“About as much fun as this?” I punched Willy right in the cheek, but it wasn’t a powerful punch it was a really weak, pathetic, nerdy punch due to my head trauma. I fell to the floor in a heap and let the darkness consume me.

A few hours later

I woke up with a major headache, more like a migraine, in an unfamiliar room. I sat up slowly and looked around the room trying to figure out where I was. I was in a king sized bed with chocolate brown satin sheets and a huge purple comforter, with a big silver insignia in the shape of a ‘W’ in the middle, which looked oddly familiar. The walls were a dark chocolate brown with all kinds of different colored candies imprinted on them. The windows ha dark purple curtains, and at the other side of the room was a door, which I assumed led to the bathroom. I then realized I must be in Willy’s room. Oh boy I’m in a guys room, oh man, this is so weird, it smells good in here though, what am I thinking? I lied back down on the many comfortable pillows due to my increasing migraine.

About half an hour later I heard the door open.

“Sam, are you awake?” a very familiar voice said.

“Uh huh.” I must’ve been dozing on and off because the migraine did not get any better.

“Here.” I opened my eyes to see Willy’s hands holding two aspirin and a glass of water.

“Thanks.”

I put the aspirin in my mouth and downed them with the glass of water.

“You think you’ll be okay?”

“I think so.”

“You just need more practice that’s all.”

“I’m not going back on that thing again, if that’s what your implying.”

I suddenly focused on Willy’s cheek which had a faint bruise, but hardly noticeable if your looking from far away.

“Ohhhh did I do that?”

“Yeah, don’t you remember?”

“Hardly, I must’ve not been thinking straight.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t even hurt.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s no problem, I understand that you were angry.”

“You can say that again.”

“Like I said you just need more practice.”

“Once again I’m not going back on that thing.” I said as I threw a pillow at Willy’s head.

The pillow smacked right into Willy’s face making Willy gasp and his hat to fall off.

“Direct hit.” I yelled in triumph.

The smile was wiped off my face when I saw the look that Willy was giving me. He was holding the pillow that I had thrown at him and he had an evil smirk, if that’s possible, on his his face.

“You’re going to get it now.” Willy said playfully.

We were soon engaged in a pillow war, throwing every pillow that we could see. I was at the end of Willy’s bed, while Willy was at the other side of the room, using a table for protection. I looked down to see Willy’s hat near my feet. I picked it up and placed it on my head.

“Oh Willy, look what I got!”

Willy rose up from under the table with a look of horror on his face.

“Sam, what are you going to do to my hat?”

“I’m holding it hostage, if you want it back, drop your weapon and surrender.”

“I’m not that easy to defeat.”

Soon, the pillow he was holding hit me right in the face, which made the hat go flying in the middle of the bed. I was about to go retrieve it when I was knocked down onto the bed, with Willy’s hands pinning my arms above my head and his legs pinning mine.

“Now who’s going to surrender?” Willy asked.

“I surrender.” I said in a defeated tone.

We both then soon realized the position we were in. I blushed at the thought that Willy was on top of me, and he too had pink tainted on his cheeks. Suddenly the door burst open and Charlie came strolling in.

“Hi guys…WHOA, what are you two doing?”

Willy got off of me and we both stood up brushing ourselves off.

“We were just playing a game.” I said in defense.

Charlie soon had that smirk on his face.

“You mean the kind of game where only grown ups can play?”

“No, no, no, not that game, we were just having a pillow fight.” I blurted out as my cheeks got even more red.

“Sure, a pillow fight, right…umph.” Charlie fell on his butt from the pillow I just threw at him.

“Your going to pay for that Sam.” Charlie said in a menacing tone.

“Well I better get going, things to do, and those candy wrappers can’t design themselves you know.” I said as I walked by Charlie and towards the door. “Bye guys see you at dinner.”

“Bye.”Willy and Charlie said at the same time.

“Why are you so quiet Willy?” Charlie asked.

“Oh it’s just that…never mind.”

Suddenly, Charlie burst into song…“You really like her, you want to love her, you want to date her, you want to smooch her…” (Like on Miss Congeniality)

“Okay, okay, enough already.” Willy said while blushing.