|Dusk Is A Derivative Of Dawn
Author: Arcane Wonders PM
Two sisters meet the great great chocolatier! Coincidence? No way. One of them happens to be Wonka's biggest fan and an avid stalker. The other, a gloomy, orthodox adolescent with the emotional range equivalent to that of a stone.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Drama - Willy Wonka - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,026 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 09-11-12 - Published: 07-23-12 - id: 8352372
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Dusk Is A Derivative Of Dawn - Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or anything affiliated with it.
Adeline threw open the door to my room, ripping the warm blankets off of me.
"Wake up, Elf! Help me choose what to wear." She announced.
I groaned, searching for the blanket. She grabbed my arm and hauled me up.
"Ow." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and allowing her to pull me into her room.
"How exciting. Alright, I need your opinion. Should I wear this dress, or the red one? Or is a dress too formal? Maybe if I wear a sweater over it it would be fine. Or maybe a skirt. Jeans are too boyish, I can't wear those. Elf, do you think I should wear my hair up? What makeup-" She babbled on about her appearance, and I walked to her wardrobe, taking out a pastel blue dress with lace trimmings and delicate frills on the end. I'd always loved this dress, especially on her. It made her look vaguely angel-like, especially with her golden curls.
"Wear this with the cream colored jacket mother brought you last year."
She stopped talking, looking at me skeptically. "That dress? I always thought it was a horrible thing. Have it."
I shook my head. "Don't be daft. It's a beautiful dress, especially on you."
"I think he'll like it. That is, if he even decides to come. I wouldn't pin all your hopes down on this."
She grinned, but ignored my warning. "Then it is settled. What do you think about my hair and makeup?"
"Leave your hair as it is. You really do have nice curls. I'm no good with makeup, so I can't really give you much of an opinion, but I'd say keep it to a minimum." She nodded eagerly, absorbing my information, and then ushered me away with a 'Thanks.'
I went to walk out, but instead turned out to her, realizing something, as I looked at the clock almost hidden amidst the posters and other decorations that adorned her wall.
"Why did you wake me up at 5:30 in the morning? You don't leave until two."
She shrugged. "Early is on time, on time is late and late is unacceptable."
"I see." I left her room, and heading for the shower, too awake to even think about going to sleep again.
After the shower I, needless to say, got changed and returned to my room after making myself a cup of coffee to study. Thus was the routine of my mornings on the weekend. On school days, I didn't always have time to study, so I'd make do with reading a few chapters on the bus or in homeroom. You'd think I would run of of material to read, and sometimes I did. In that case, I'd usually go over it or continue to the unit we would be working on next. As you can tell, I was a teacher's pet. My sister, however, never studied, even for tests. She never did her homework, either, now that I think about it. I'd like to say that her marks were terrible, but that would be an outright lie. Somehow, she always managed to pass and get pretty good marks even when she did it the morning it was due. I guess Adeline was just one of those people who had it all effortlessly. Besides self-restraint. She definitely didn't have that. Maybe that could be something I could pride myself on. I studied for three hours straight, allowing my unfinished coffee to grow cold while I completely immersed myself into the vast world of knowledge and boredom.
At about 8:30, I headed downstairs, carrying the cold, half-filled coffee cup and tipping it down the sink. I grabbed the phone, dialing in Fletcher's number. I held the phone against my shoulder as I tied my hair up into a pony tail.
"Hello?" I heard him answer.
"Hi Fletcher. How was your job interview yesterday?" I sat down on one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
"It went okay, I think. Possibly. I didn't choke on gum, this time."
"That's always a plus. I was just calling to see how it went. I have nothing better to do, either."
"Ah. What are you doing today?"
"Nothing. Maybe I'll study some more."
"You already study so much, though. You need to get a life." He said sarcastically, laughing, but I knew he was right.
"That I do."
"Maybe you can read the dictionary again." He suggested playfully.
"I've already read it twice. But I suppose it won't hurt to read it again. I still haven't memorized it, and today would be a good time to start."
"It would indeed." He laughed again. "Want to come over? We can illegally download a TV series from the internet and watch it."
"Maybe. I see you're in a 'piratey' mood today."
"Aye-aye, me hearty. Anywho, I shall go now. Call me if you want to come over?"
"Will do. Keep me updated with the job thing."
"Yup. See you!"
"Good bye." I hung the phone up.
Fletcher was one of my closest friends. Scratch that, he was probably my only friend. We had known each other since elementary school. He got picked on a lot, due to his great enthusiasm towards computers and other technological things. That, and he had a scar on his forehead from when he accidentally cut himself on the forehead with a box-cutter when he was four years old. He got mocked a lot, and by the end of elementary school, he'd adopted the nickname 'Harry Potter'. After that, he cut his fringe so that it would fall over the scar. Now, he's simply referred to as 'That emo nerd'. I would also get picked on a lot during elementary school, but in my later years people simply avoided me, due to my introverted and shy personality. I didn't mind it though, so it's really not as tragic as it sounds. In fact, I was somewhat grateful that people tended to avoid me. After the rudimentary stages of life and school, people become somewhat hesitant to express their true thoughts, so they leave you alone most of the time. I was glad they let me be. I didn't much enjoy the company of a crowd, and honestly, the sound of continuous laughter and chatter annoyed me to no end.
I moved from the kitchen chair to the couch, and flipped through the channels, hoping to find an interesting documentary.
Fletcher was right, I really did need a life.
I can't really say how long I was sitting there, but when I was snapped out of reality by Adeline thundering downstairs. She breezed into the lounge room, wearing the outfit I'd chosen for her.
"How do I look?" She asked.
"Great." I answered.
"Good. Get your shoes, we're leaving now."
"Yes. You don't expect me to go alone, do you? That would be completely awkward on my part. Plus, how do I know he's not a serial raper-murderer-kidnapper?"
I sighed. "Go with Lily."
"Can't. She's in hospital with her grandmother. That's why she couldn't come. Her grandmother accidentally fell down the stairs right as she was about to leave yesterday. Well, she actually pushed her down in her haste, but that's not the point."
"What happened to your absolute trust in him?"
I sighed. "I don't want to come. You know, it wasn't just awkward for you. I had to stay and explain everything to him."
"Just stand next to me. You don't have to say anything. You can even bring a book, if you wish."
"No thanks to what? To coming or to the book thing?"
She grabbed my arm and I knew that I'd already lost.
"Very well." I snapped, and slipped on my shoes and a warmer coat. I followed her out the front door.
"You do realize you're grounded?" I pointed out to her as we began walking down the street.
She shrugged, and flipped her golden curls. "Who cares. Mother's at work, she won't even realize we're gone."
"You're the one who will get in trouble, not me."
"Lighten up, will you? You're always so... pessimistic and boring. I actually can't remember the last time you smiled, you know. That's bad."
I frowned. "I smile all the time."
"No, you don't. Actually, I started a tally last month. Since then, you've smiled twice. Twice, Elvynne. You're like a walking cloud of doom raining on everything with your doom-rain."
I forced my the corners of my lips up into what I thought was a smile.
"Never mind. You look unnatural." She said.
With relief, I let my features drop into a more accustomed disposition.
I moved across the sidewalk slightly, making way for a jogger to pass. I saw him glance as Adeline as he passed, then do a double take. I wondered vaguely why someone would be out jogging in this bitter weather. Especially in short-shorts.
We crossed the road and passed the brick wall, rounding the corner. We crossed the road again and went to the Public Garden.
She pouted. "He's not here yet."
"We're 15 minutes early." I said, sitting down on the bench after brushing away a layer of snow. Adeline did the same, looking at me.
"Try not to look so gloomy and weird."
"How?" I straightened my posture slightly and stopped furrowing my eyebrows.
She shrugged, and brought out her compact mirror, fixing her hair and makeup so that she looked perfect.
"Here." She said, taking something out of her bag. Before I knew what was happening, she did something to my cheeks and held up the mirror so I could see.
"That looks better." She commented, tilting her head with a sweet smile.
I frowned again. There were two pink dots on my cheeks. How odd.
"I look weird."
"You look fine." She concluded, snapping the mirror shut again and shoving the two items into her purse.
I kept checking my watch, noting the time. At exactly 2 o'clock, Willy Wonka arrived.
I hadn't seen him approach, and jumped when he greeted us.
"Afternoon, Elvynne, Adeline." He nodded, smiling. Charlie trailed along next to him and smiled when he saw us. Adeline jumped up from her seat, bobbing in excitement.
"Good afternoon." He echoed.
"You came!" Adeline grinned.
"Well, yeah. Honestly, I probably wouldn't have but you forgot this." He held up the black beanie I had worn yesterday and gave it to me.
"Thank you for returning it." I said.
"It's my pleasure." He inclined his head slightly, his dark violet eyes glinting slightly. So my mind had not deceived me. They really were purple.
I looked away, sensing that I had been staring for too long to be considered polite or comfortable.
"Can I buy you a coffee?" She asked.
"Blegh. Awful stuff, no thanks." He scrunched up his face childishly and Charlie nudged him. Wonka bent down and the boy whispered something in his ear.
"Why?" Wonka whispered, pouting slightly and looking bewildered.
"Just do it." Charlie hissed out of the corner of his mouth.
"..Although I can buy you a coffee!" He said with a frozen smile on his face. He looked more alarmed than anything.
Adeline squeaked, her face filling with color. "Really? You would do that?" She began to twirl her hair again and I decided that it was her nervous habit.
Wonka looked down at Charlie for a second and then nodded his head solemnly.
"YAY!" She hurled herself at the poor man, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Oh god." I muttered wearily under my breath, leaning my face into my hand.
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