Willy Wonka Johnny Depp Smile Novels & Stories

I gave him a friendly smile. “Yes, it would have been. You know what? Once we are out of here, I am going to give you a brand-new look. Your hair needs better treatment. It isn’t as shiny as it should be.” Willy told me with glee. “I am not sure whether that’s a compliment or an insult,” I explained. “That is unquestionably a compliment. We will also have a spa day. We are going to have a wonderful time.” Willy said this with a goofy smile on his lips.

Wendy laughed, “I yelled at that dork for being so obnoxious to you; Is that what you’re referring to?” Willy just nodded and smiled; he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her again, but not just that, to embrace her and tell her that he loved her. She for her part— She looked at Willy thinking how cute he looked in that new suit and said, “You’re welcome Willy. By the way it was funny you know.” “No,” Willy said, smiling eyes wide in mock surprise. “I don’t think it was funny,” Willy disagreed but he was still smiling.

Set the food on the counter, handed her the flowers awkwardly—she looked down at them like they were gold—and then crouched by the couch where John was now peeking over the back of it with wide, curious eyes. “Hey, little man,” Johnny said. John smiled. “Did you bring more pancakes?” Johnny laughed. “Not this time, bud. But I brought you something loud and annoying.” He held up the monster truck and pressed the button. It roared—loud, high-pitched, terrible. John’s face lit up. “YES!” he shouted, launching off the couch to grab it. Johnny watched him run off with the truck, crashing it into the coffee table immediately. A warmth spread through his chest.

“I’ve grown up with you for twenty-four years, and I have never seen you smile like this before. Not even when you won that multi-billion dollar contract or bought your first Bugatti.” I shrugged. “Well, maybe I just… found something interesting.” Found something? No, it's more like someone. Someone beautiful with golden-haired, curves that could make a monk sin… Yeah, I wasn’t about to tell him that. Josh’s eyes widened again. “Wait, bro... You are smiling again!” He dropped his snack bag like it was evidence. “Nope. I must be dreaming.” He pinched his arm hard, then gasped dramatically. “Nope, still here. Still smiling. This is creepy.”

But as I looked at him, I saw the same charming smile that had won me over. “Well, I didn't do anything. Besides, they are big boys now I know that you are indeed worried for them, but there's no need. As we prepared to eat dinner, Johnny's hand found mine underneath the table, sending a spark of electricity through my body. I smiled at him, but the moment didn't last because he wanted to serve the meal. “Is this enough?” He asked and I nodded. It was way too much, but it didn't seem like I was much of a choice now.

Johnny sighed dramatically. “Fine.” Five minutes later he regretted his decision. The teacups spun faster and faster while Grace laughed uncontrollably. Johnny gripped the side. “This is a terrible idea.” Grace laughed harder. “Relax!” “I’m going to throw up.” Grace leaned forward and spun the wheel harder. Johnny groaned. “You’re evil.” When the ride finally stopped Johnny stepped out looking dizzy. Grace doubled over laughing. “You should see your face!” Johnny shook his head. “I trusted you.”

Wick was laughing so hard and smiling wider than— Hey, wait a second. Wick was smiling. Wick was freaking laughing. I stared at him, stunned, trying to remember if I’d ever seen him truly, honestly full-out smile before. Or laugh. And most surprising of all, I don’t think I had. So weird. He was beautiful when he smiled. He looked happy and relaxed; I almost wondered if he was the same Wick I’d been living with for the past few weeks. “Hey, bubby,” Charlie finally greeted, rolling over to plaster a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

Why don't I enrol myself in some communicating classes? It's declared, Arielle Summers meaning me, is the most awkward girl in the world. I decided to spare a glance at Mr Arnold and I had to double-check because he had the facial expression which you get when you curl your lips upwards. Mr Nicolas freaking Arnold was f*cking smiling. Two cute dimples popped on either side of his face and I found myself admiring them. "Are you smiling?" I can't believe it. He chuckled, his grin still plastered on his face.

“ETHAN.” “What?” “He’s sixty.” “So?” “HE HAS GRANDCHILDREN.” “He can still flirt.” “HE WASN’T FLIRTING!” He looks away. SULKING. ACTUAL SULKING. I want to laugh so hard I die. “You’re insane,” I whisper. He shrugs. “You smiled back.” “I smile at EVERYONE!” “Stop.” “NO!” He steps closer again. “Smile only at me.” “OH MY GOD— THIS IS NOT A DRAMA—”

Whitney ask. Jimmy started stating points to support his words. "She doesn't work, she doesn't go to school, all she does is sleep, eat, and make everyone worried unnecessarily because of her loud voice that is enough to bring Mount Everest down" as soon as he said that Whitney could not help but laugh at him. "It's not funny, I am stating facts." He said making that cute, innocent, and non-devil face. You must be wondering what I mean by non-devil face. Jimmy has a specialized face he makes whenever he is up to no good.