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libraryledge · 8 months ago

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A Part of My Story (A Reimagined Tale Set in the World of Wonka) Chapter 5

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of someone groaning. Groggily, I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Willy sitting crossed legged on the ground, across the room with a frustrated look on his face. Last night after I’d added more plot points to my story, we sat together by the small window, and I read what I’d written to him. He’d fallen asleep with a dopey smile plastered on his face after hearing about Charlie finally earning enough money to buy sweets from the local shop.

However, this morning that glee seemed to have dissipated as he was sulking in the corner of the room.

“Willy, what’s the matter?” I asked him in concern.

He sighed and showed me an empty glass jar. “The little orange man came back and took my entire batch of Silver Linings! I knew I should have put them back into my case.”

I stifled a giggle as I watched him pout. I was relieved there wasn't something more serious amidst.

“Are you sure that you didn’t eat them in your sleep?” I asked gently.

“That’s what Noodle said, the last time this happened, but I would never do such a thing!” Willy said defensively.

I couldn’t help it and had to let out a small laugh at his face, which was adorably contorted in protest.

“Ok then. I believe you, but you have to admit that a little orange man sneaking into the room with the sole intention of stealing your chocolate is a bit of a wild story,” I said to him.

Willy looked at me and slowly cracked a smile. “Yeah, even by my standards, but it’s true and one day I’ll prove it to you.”

“I have no doubt that you will.” I replied sincerely.

Then, as if he hadn’t been moping in the corner a minute earlier, Willy quickly stood up and asked me. “What are your plans for today? Are you going to write some more?” I saw him cross his fingers behind his back as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Actually yes.” I replied, secretly finding it endearing to see how he’d developed a soft spot for my stories. “Are you headed back to town to sell what’s left of your chocolate?”

“You know it! Tiddles is already having a ball down stairs, quite literally as I’ve now added a bouncy ball incentive on the Wonka Washer.” he said, grinning at me.

“And tonight” he said lowering his voice “You and I have an important mission to complete. Don’t forget!” he said as he tipped his hat at me and skipped out the door.

I smiled as I watched him go. He was a quirky man, but I knew that there was never a dull moment when I was with him, so I couldn’t wait to see what awaited us tonight.

I spent the day whittling away at my manuscript. I had many ideas buzzing around in my head that I wanted to jot down, yet I felt there was something missing from Charlie’s story. Until I could figure it out, I was certain that Mr. Doux-Amer would not be interested in reading it.

It was well past sunset and I was gnawing at the tip of my pen contemplatively when I heard gentle footsteps enter the room.

“That’s bad for teeth, you know. I take oral hygiene very seriously.” a voice said from behind me.

It was Willy, who had arrived from the town square and was standing in the doorframe, watching me intently.

I chuckled. “This is coming from the man who sells sugary treats for a living,” I replied with a smile.

“Oh, but the ingredients I use are very unique and the chances of getting cavities is quite low if you brush and floss each day.” Willy said cheekily.

I shook my head in amusement. “Have a good day at the Galleries Gourmet?”

“It went alright. Made a few sales from my remaining chocolate. I will admit that it was rather lonely without you there.” Willy said sincerely.

I smiled at him and said, “Funny enough, I can relate. Time goes by so slowly when there is no one to bounce story ideas off of.”

Willy smiled at me. “Then, you can share your story ideas with me as we head to the zoo. Are you ready to go?”

I nodded. “I’m certainly curious to see what is in store for us tonight.”

“I promise you won’t be disappointed.” he replied, and I knew he was right.

We managed to sneak without Mrs. Scrubbit’s knowledge because Noodle grabbed her attention by complimenting her “fancy new hair-do”. Frankly, it didn’t look any different than it usually did, but it was a clever diversion that allowed Willy and I to make it out the door unseen.

We raced past the shops, restaurants, and cathedral until we made it to the zoo. It was just about to close for the night. I watched as couples holding hands and parents carrying children made their way out of the facility.

“So what is your plan exactly?” I asked Willy, wondering how we were going to make our way to Abigail.

Willy pulled out a cane, much like the one that the elderly, or those who need extra support to walk used. However, I noticed that the handle was decorated with brown paint, and its shape resembled a piece of chocolate. Willy tapped the top of the cane with his pointer finger, and I watched in awe as the chocolate shaped piece slowly opened to reveal a small, colorful gift box.

“This will be our key to get in. I just need to find the right person to give it to,” Willy said, examining the people around him.

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

“Inside is a chocolate that I call, ‘A Big Night Out��. One taste of this and the recipient will have the effects of spending a night out on the town,” he smiled at me playfully. “Follow along.”

Willy took my hand and began to speed walk to catch up with a security guard that was monitoring the area. “Excuse me sir? Which way is the giraffe exhibit?” he asked.

The guard looked at him and replied. “I’m sorry sir, but the zoo is closing for the night. You’ll have to come back another day.”

Willy contorted his face into an expression that looked like he'd eaten too many sour lemon gumdrops. “Oh what a shame!” he squeezed my hand before continuing.

“I’m sorry dear we traveled all the way here from America, and it seems that we won’t be able to see the giraffes on our honeymoon after all.” he said, as I shot him a bewildered look with my eyes. He winked at me, as if to say “just go with it”

“Oh my. How horrid! I absolutely love giraffes, and we need to head back home tomorrow, so that means I’ll never get to see one up close.” I said, pretending to wipe away a tear with my free hand. I cringed internally at how ridiculous I sounded. I knew there was no way that the security guard would buy the act.

“Don’t cry, miss.” the security guard said in alarm. He checked his watch and then said. “Five minutes.”

“Excuse me?” said Willy, whom I noticed was biting his lip to prevent himself from laughing at my outburst.

“I’ll let you visit our giraffe, Abigail, for 5 minutes. Only because it’s your honeymoon, and I’m sure you two want to make the most of this romantic trip.”

“Oh! Thank you sir!” I said gleefully. “I’ll be sure to tell our children all about you!”

The security guard shook his head and said, “It was nothing.”

Willy let out a chuckle, but masked it with a clearing of his throat. I squeezed his hand to get him to stop. “Here. This is for you as a token of our gratitude,” he said, pulling out the box containing the chocolate and handing it to the guard.

“Oh! Thank you. Now you two hurry and enjoy the giraffe exhibit, but only for five minutes, lovebirds.” he said.

“You got it sir! Let’s go my sweet gumdrop” Willy said, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he looped his arm with mine for effect. We hurried off towards the exhibit, and once we were out of earshot, Willy burst out laughing.

“Ok what just happened?” I asked, catching my breath.

“I think we convinced a security guard that we are madly in love, and that our children will consider him a hero.” Willy said with an amused look on his face.

I ran my hand over my face and groaned. “Ugh! It was a spur of the moment improvisation! A heads up would be nice next time you pretend to be my husband.” I said still cringing at the interaction with the security.

“Next time?” Willy asked me between snickers.

“Knowing you I won’t doubt it, my sweet gumdrop.” I said finally giving in and cracking a smile.

“Touché.” Willy said with a chuckle. “Anyway, the chocolate should be taking its full effect on him now, and don’t worry it's harmless. It just replicates the effect of needing to call it a night after one too many drinks.” He winked at me. “I should know.”

“If you’re this unpredictable under normal circumstances, I can’t imagine what you’re like after a big night out,” I replied.

Willy shrugged. “To be fair, I’ve only experienced that once, and it wasn’t for me. However, it was a wonderful inspiration for my chocolate. You get champagne, red and white wine, and whiskey all in one bite.”

I chuckled. “Ok then, hurry. Let’s go see Abigail.”

Willy smiled, and took my hand once more, a habit that he was beginning to be comfortable with, and honestly, I didn’t mind. We managed to sneak into the giraffe unclosement unnoticed, and unharmed. However, Willy nearly got nibbled by a tiger because he couldn’t read the sign and mistook it for the giraffe exhibit.

“We really need to speed up those reading lessons.” I said letting out a breath of relief, after surviving that near death experience.

“I’ve nearly been eaten by loads of things, but none of them got more than a nibble,” he replied, clearly unfazed by the incident.

“That is not the boast you think it is.” I replied as we eventually made it into the enclosement, and I came face to face with a giraffe.

“Maybe not, but I bet this will impress you.” he replied, as he let go of my hand, took his hat off, and pulled some small green candies out of it. It still baffled me, how this man managed to store so many surprises inside of it.

“They’re acacia mints. Very soothing, and I learned that giraffes love them.” Willy declared proudly. I didn’t bother asking how he knew that, but considering his extensively wild resume, I didn’t doubt that this wasn’t the first time that he’d been in a situation like this. He handed me several of the mints and instructed me to stick my hand out towards Abigail. Nervously, I followed his lead.

“Don’t be shy. It's alright,” he said encouragingly to me, and despite the surreality of the situation, I trusted him. Abigail, who was majestically towering over me, leaned her long neck down towards the mints. Her tongue tickled my palm, and I giggled.

“Animals seem to like you. You must have what they call in Spanish, “sangre dulce,” he said.

“Sweet blood?” I asked with a smile. My family background is from Latin America, so the phrase was familiar to me. “That reminds me of what my mom used to tell my sister and I.”

Willy tickled Abigail under the chin, and replied “You talk about your family often. Where are they now if you don’t mind me asking?”

I sighed, watching the giraffe eating the mints, without a care in the world. “They’re in Nicaragua. I had to leave them behind when I traveled here to London. My sister is about Noodle’s age. She was too young to make such a long journey, so she stayed with our mother back home. Until I met you, my sister was the only one whom I’d read my stories to. She is my motivation to keep chasing this dream, amidst the setbacks.”

Willy gave me an understanding look. “I’m sure she’ll be really proud of you no matter where life takes you. My mom is my inspiration to keep going. Maybe milking giraffes is not what she pictured I’d do with my life. However, I know she’d be proud of how far the love for chocolate she instilled in me as a kid has taken us.”

I nodded. It was nice to have someone my age to talk to about this. Willy knew that dreams were something one had to work for, and they weren’t just handed to a person. Despite it all, he never lost hope and would go through the wildest adventures to see his ambitions come into fruition.

“I've only known you for a short period of time, but I have no doubt that you’ll make a big impact on this world. You’ve already left a memorable impact on mine, and for the record milking giraffes isn’t such a crazy thing, especially if it leads to more of those delicious chocolates of yours.” I said with a smile.

Willy’s green eyes stared at me for a second. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. Then, he quickly directed his gaze back towards Abigail, as he smiled and replied “Alright then, let’s hop to it! I don’t really know how long the effects of Big Night Out Chocolate will last, so that guard may soon come searching for these hopeless romantics.”

I chuckled. Maybe we weren’t romantics, but we certainly weren’t hopeless. Something about Willy gave me a reassuring nudge in the right direction to chase my aspirations. As I watched him sit on a tiny stool to milk the large giraffe, I couldn’t help seeing the contrast between them. That is how I felt: small in a big world. Witnessing him approach Abigail without fear, it gave me the courage to not abandon my dream. Sure, I’d been rejected and isolated so many times in my life, but something inside me told me that there was a story here waiting to be written. Nothing that couldn’t be tackled with courage and perhaps a bit of chocolate.

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