There are things that I will never hear

Like the ringing of a bell that's near

Like children laughing and people passing

And little girls sassing as there mothers tell them no

There are thing I'll never be able to do

Like finding love that's true

Never will I sit with you

Brush your hair and hold you

I can't be near you

Never can I answer when I hear you call

For I am not the baker

Nor the jolly toy maker

And though I'm not a one to fear,

I spend my days alone,

Pretend no body's home

So no one will get near,

Cause I'm the famous chocolateer.

Heheh… wow. I have no idea were that came from! I guess that's what I get for reading the raven before I update…

Chapter 15

"so we can take her home?" the little boy asked looking up at dr. Marcus with hopeful eyes.

The man smiled. "yes Charlie, you and Mr. Wonka can take her home on one condition."

"ha!" Willy exclaimed triumphantly, "there always a condition Charlie, don't you know that?"

Marcus ignored him. "its actually a very small condition, I doubt that you or Mr.-"

"so what is it"

Here the doctor got a bit nervous and began to look for a way to prolong this. Meanwhile, Willy was getting impatient and began to tap his foot, which didn't help. Just as Charlie was about to prompt the doctor again, Nathan interrupted.

"I have to be with Aleera. I have to come the factory."

If it had gotten any quieter, the occupants of the room would have thought they'd gone deaf.

Charlie looked nervously at Nathan then at Willy, "Willy?"

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Willy watched as Mrs. Bucket hurried around Aleera's room with a feather duster. "what are you doing?" he asked completely baffled.

"What does it look like I'm doing Mr. Wonka?" she snapped somewhat irritably.

Willy drew back, "cleaning?" he asked meekly. The woman nodded curtly and continued

about her job. Willy cleared his throat. "Actually I meant why in here"

"Because this is her room."

"well I don't want her in here,"

Mrs. Bucket rose an eyebrow, "and where will she be staying?''

Willy glowered, "do I have to explain everything" he murmured before added in a small voice, "in my room?" he glanced hopefully at the woman who tilted her head to the side.

"Well I mean the twit has to stay somewhere and he wants to be close to her and down the hall is close, but I need to be closer so my room is perfect." His voice held a note of triumph.

Mrs. Bucket continued to look at him until he got so uncomfortable that he ran from the room saying that he needed to go invent a forgetful candy.

Mrs. Bucket smiled and moved down the hall to Willy's room. Tomorrow, Aleera was coming home.

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Willy watched anxiously as Nathan and Charlie brought Aleera into his room and laid her down on the bed. "Don't drop her," he said quietly when they transferred her from the rolly cot thing (shut up) to the bed.

"If you're that worried about it why don't you help?" snapped Nathan who wasn't too keen to have his sister in this particular room. He looked around with a look of distain etched deep into his face. Did this man have a normal room in the entire place? Did he even know the definition of normal? "I suppose if this is the best room you have…" he let his voice trail away, the slightest trace of a smirk on his face. Casting a slightly worried look at his sister, he bent down and kissed her forehead before turning on his heel and leavening.

Charlie patted willy on the back turned to leave as well. "Don't forget about dinner…my mum made pie fore dessert." Willy gave no response. "It's umm…cherry…you're favorite." Still no reply. "Please remember to eat something" he little boy pleaded before leaving.

Willy stayed in the same spot for a good ten minutes before he lightly brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Wake up Aleera" he pleaded, "please wake up…I need you here."

The silence hung, Aleera didn't move and Willy felt a single tear trickle down his cheek. He hiccoughed as he remembered the last time he said those words to her about two months ago…

The air in the invention room was thick with the smell of caramel and Willy had no idea as to why. He hadn't been in the room yet this week. The only other person who had had been Charlie who said he hadn't done anything too major, and nothing with caramel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aleera watching him from the corner of the room. laughing nervously he asked, "what are you doing in here?" hadn't he told her not to come in here?

She smiled, "Charlie asked me what my favorite candy was… when I told him, he told me there would be some in here."

Willy closed his eyes and counted to ten…twice. "would your favorite candy happen to be caramel." He inquired, very afraid of the answer. When he opened his eyes she nodded slightly, she wasn't smiling any more.

Always sensitive to other people's moods, she realized she had done something wrong. Her bottom lip began to tremble, "d-don't be angry… I didn't mean for it to happen."

Any self control that Willy had was quickly leaving. "what happened?" he asked hoping he didn't sound too angry. If she began to cry they would get no where.

She pointed at the everlasting gobstopper tank. Willy cringed…oh god…this was not good.

Hesitantly, he peeked onto the tank which was now filled with caramel and gobstoppers. Hoe she'd managed to do that, Willy couldn't begin to fathom, which was defiantly saying something. He reached into the tank and pulled out a gobstopper. Casting a glace at the girl (who was very afraid he would begin to scream) he popped the candy into his mouth and looked a bit thoughtful.

Aleera began to back away, "I'll just ….go away then" she whispered.

"No wait!" the candy man called he back "this is actually rather tasty…" he beckoned her over with a wave of his hand. "you should stay…I could use some of your ideas…that is if you have any more"

Aleera looked thoughtful then shook her head. "you're Willy Wonka, you shouldn't have to deal with any of my ideas."

"Oh but I need your ideas!"

"Just my ideas?" she asked catching him off guard.

"Well…no," he stammered "I need you here. You know… because..."

"Because..." she prompted.

Willy looked at her. Because I think I love you. Is what he wanted to say, but as always, the word caught in his throat, so instead he said, "who else can translate what grandma Georgina is saying?"

Aleera looked sadly at him, then said "I will see you at dinner then," and left.

Willy had spent the next hour banging his head against the wall.

Now here he was again, pleading for her to stay. He could almost hear her voice in his mine as she said, "why?"

He took a deep breath and answered. "I need you here" he told the unconscious girl who had stolen his heart, "because I love you."

guess what! That's it… that's the end of the first story, I know I'm sooo evil to end it like that, but that's how I know that you'll read the next one. And that's also how I know I'll get reviews. Even if they are the threatening kind. Oh well. Be on the look out for the second story I'll answer you in song