33kinda upset with exams, but here you guys are anyway.
i don't own Willy Wonka
Anastasia was on her way back to the chocolate factory. Her stomach rumbled as she hurried through the fluffy white blanket, a strange magneta blob amidst the swirling white snow.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized that a rather wet and shivering Willy Wonka was sitting on the steps, head in his hands, eyes closed. "Willy!" What was wrong? How was he?
Upon hearing her voice, Willy sprang up, sneezing and half slipping. She removed his jacket and put it on him instead. You see, Willy had made a sudden realization in the day that he didn't know how to get to Andy's workstation. So he decided to wait for her on the front steps, in the cold weather since he thought she would be back soon. And as everyone knows, frost and flame aren't the best of friends and Willy had been reading the romance novel in the cold biting wind. He would blush and turn red hot at the content, then get cooled down by the wind, this of course led to him getting sick.
Andy dragged the almost lifeless body of the shivering Willy into the warm factory, while he kept making up incoherent sentences. She snapped her fingers like she had seen him do before and an Oompa Loompa appeared. He took one look and disappeared, leaving a panicky Anastasia and a semi-conscious Willy Wonka in her hands.
But her fears were uncalled for since in a few moments; more Oompa Loompas came, carrying Willy to his bedroom. Damnit, she could only watch helplessly as they took care of him. As if sensing her displeasure at not being able to do anything, the Oompa Loompa who had both a doctor's stethoscope and a doctor's cap turned to her and tugged her sleeve. He was shaking his head, signing to the others and scribbling on a notepad. He showed the notepad to her, a simple stick man figure of someone looking after another stick figure that had a hat on his head. It didn't take a genius to find out what he meant. She nodded quickly and pulled out a chair next to her patient's bedside, swearing to remain awake the whole night. But it wasn't long before her eyelids started drooping; she had a very tough day at work and was really exhausted…
Andy shook her head, shaking away the cobwebs that clouded her mind, she took a look around. The room was painted in shades of purple and magneta, and rather untidy. Drawers were open, papers were strewn everywhere, on the bed, and shelves. The papers that were hastily shoved under the bed this morning were all over the place. She picked up the papers, planning to tidy up the room. She did it slowly, arranging it all back into three drawers, labeled 'Past', 'Present' and 'Future'. She didn't bother to read through, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to. Her eyes were that tired. So she briefly saw the first sentences and just chucked it into one drawer or another.
She was done with 'Present' and 'Future', which only left 'Past' to deal with. It was rather weird since about three quarters of the papers and photographs were under 'Present'. 'Future' only held one faded yellow photograph which she couldn't see properly and a small note, wrinkled and creased so many times that countless gnarled veins seemed to run beneath its surface.
'I will ma-marry an… An?' She couldn't read the second part. The childish scrawly handwriting made it hard to see. An? And what? Wasn't it everyone's dream to get married? It was hers too, but somehow, she knew she wouldn't be able to do that until she opened the door leading to her memory, somehow, her heart seemed to roam, refusing to rest, somehow…
She shook her head again, it was painful to even think. She was about to look into the last drawer when she heard her patient groan. She dropped the last of the photos and notes into it and closed it before rushing to her patient's side. "How are you?" Anastasia smiled down at him. "I'm fine are you worrying about m-" Willy croaked, but before he could finish, she had left the room and brought back a glass of water. "Don't talk. Why did you stay up the whole night? You would have frozen to death. Now drink this while I get the doctor." She turned as if to leave, but Willy grabbed her hand. He gave her a weak smile and feebly snapped his fingers. Oh right, she had forgotten. The doctor appeared and jumped into the room, landing onto his bed. He made hand movements to show Andy that he wanted her to leave. She did so and slumped into a heap outside the door.
Something tugged at the back of her mind. That handwriting, it reminded her of something. This irritating thought niggling and prodding her mind. What was it? She stood up, planning to enter the room again, meaning to ask Willy where he got that note. It reminded her of… Her eyes widened in shock. It was as if the scene was replaying through her eyes. A movie in her mind.
Scribble. Scribble. Scribble. A much younger and plumper looking Anastasia was staring at a piece of paper, hard. What are you writing? She scribbled back to the boy who had weird braces which made his head look like a display of the solar system. He wrote slowly and carefully again. I was born on the 14 of July, what about you? The plump looking girl grinned and started to scribble back…
"Same as you…" She didn't realize that she had said it out.
She looked dazed, it was that little boy again, but what was his note doing in Willy's drawer, under 'Future'? What connection did he have with the boy in her past anyway… Unless…
Unless he…he was that boy himself…
its kinda short, but im kinda tired and mopish for now. i'lll update real soon. the happy go lucky me will be right back...
review? thanks