A/N: I've returned to my sugar sweet roots. I know this is a little abrupt,
but this is the last chapter – not only in this story, but in all the Willy
Wonka stories. Thank you for all your reviews, both positive and negative.
I wrote the first WW story because of the scarcity of them, and I came out
with two. Thanks!
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Wednesday realized she loved Stanley the day he was going to leave.
I've already ruined it, she thought. I can't do anything.
She looked down at her cereal. She might as well eat for comfort.
Willy drifted in. Ice shot up between them.
He got some food and sat down across from her. They stared at each for awhile.
"So . . . where's Stanley been lately?" he asked.
She shoveled food into her mouth. "He's not going to be around anymore."
"Why?" he asked, curious.
"He's leaving today for England. We got into a fight. He told me he loved me."
He snorted. "That's one of the worse things you can say to someone."
She scowled. "No one asked for your input."
He ignored her. "That's a shame. You two would've been good together. He really seemed to love you."
She raised an eyebrow. "You knew?"
He laughed. "It was pretty obvious. I bet the whole world knew except you."
"Well, thanks for giving the heads up," she said between chews.
He shook his head. "So . . . that's it? Aren't you going to chase after him or something to that gist?"
She threw her spoon down. "What am I supposed to do? I've screwed it up."
He sighed. "I know the last few weeks have been hard on you. But since you don't want to do anything about it, you have to move on. You'll regret this someday. Maybe you regret it now. You're letting something precious get away."
She stared into her bowl. "I know. But I can't do anything."
"You can got to the airport and stop him. Do you think he's left yet?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. I can try."
He smiled her. "Yeah, do that."
She shot up. "I have to go, now!" She started to run to the door, and then spun around.
She walked over to Willy and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad. I love you."
He smiled at her. "I love you, too, Wednesday. Now go get him."
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She arrived at the airport just as the flight to London took off.
She pressed her face up against the window, tears streaming down her face. It wasn't supposed to end like this. They were supposed to find each other and kiss and say they loved each other and live happily ever after. Not this.
She began to sob. She had ruined everything.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, to see Stanley.
She melted against him, crying even harder. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he said with a smile. "Your father called me and said you'd come."
She smirked, wiping tears away. "Now why didn't I think about that?"
They laughed.
"I love you," she said. "I love how you call for no reason at all, how you make me laugh, and how you take care of me. I can't stand be without you. I'm so sorry –"
He pressed a finger against her lips. She grew quiet. Slowly, he leaned in, and kissed her.
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Back at home, Willy was thinking about his own advice. He would always love Tawny more than any other woman – except for Wednesday – but he had to move on. Maybe he could give Lindsay a call. Or maybe not.
He glanced out the window. He saw Wednesday and Stanley coming to the door. She was smiling. It made the sun open up in his heart. It would be a long road to recovery, but at least she was making steps toward it.
He knew somewhere out there, Tawny was watching them, smiling just like he was.
Everything is going to be okay, he realized. For the first time, it all was going to turn out fine.
Wednesday realized she loved Stanley the day he was going to leave.
I've already ruined it, she thought. I can't do anything.
She looked down at her cereal. She might as well eat for comfort.
Willy drifted in. Ice shot up between them.
He got some food and sat down across from her. They stared at each for awhile.
"So . . . where's Stanley been lately?" he asked.
She shoveled food into her mouth. "He's not going to be around anymore."
"Why?" he asked, curious.
"He's leaving today for England. We got into a fight. He told me he loved me."
He snorted. "That's one of the worse things you can say to someone."
She scowled. "No one asked for your input."
He ignored her. "That's a shame. You two would've been good together. He really seemed to love you."
She raised an eyebrow. "You knew?"
He laughed. "It was pretty obvious. I bet the whole world knew except you."
"Well, thanks for giving the heads up," she said between chews.
He shook his head. "So . . . that's it? Aren't you going to chase after him or something to that gist?"
She threw her spoon down. "What am I supposed to do? I've screwed it up."
He sighed. "I know the last few weeks have been hard on you. But since you don't want to do anything about it, you have to move on. You'll regret this someday. Maybe you regret it now. You're letting something precious get away."
She stared into her bowl. "I know. But I can't do anything."
"You can got to the airport and stop him. Do you think he's left yet?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. I can try."
He smiled her. "Yeah, do that."
She shot up. "I have to go, now!" She started to run to the door, and then spun around.
She walked over to Willy and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad. I love you."
He smiled at her. "I love you, too, Wednesday. Now go get him."
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She arrived at the airport just as the flight to London took off.
She pressed her face up against the window, tears streaming down her face. It wasn't supposed to end like this. They were supposed to find each other and kiss and say they loved each other and live happily ever after. Not this.
She began to sob. She had ruined everything.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, to see Stanley.
She melted against him, crying even harder. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he said with a smile. "Your father called me and said you'd come."
She smirked, wiping tears away. "Now why didn't I think about that?"
They laughed.
"I love you," she said. "I love how you call for no reason at all, how you make me laugh, and how you take care of me. I can't stand be without you. I'm so sorry –"
He pressed a finger against her lips. She grew quiet. Slowly, he leaned in, and kissed her.
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Back at home, Willy was thinking about his own advice. He would always love Tawny more than any other woman – except for Wednesday – but he had to move on. Maybe he could give Lindsay a call. Or maybe not.
He glanced out the window. He saw Wednesday and Stanley coming to the door. She was smiling. It made the sun open up in his heart. It would be a long road to recovery, but at least she was making steps toward it.
He knew somewhere out there, Tawny was watching them, smiling just like he was.
Everything is going to be okay, he realized. For the first time, it all was going to turn out fine.