Phillipa 'Phil' Gordon sat in her room at Patty's Place, shaking her head.
You'd think that her own life had as much drama in it—deciding between suitors was hard enough, but Alec and Alonzo were nothing compared to what Anne was experiencing. It was if someone was writing her life to be the most dramatic and romantic life one could hope for. No, never mind that. Anne's life was the equivalent of a bad romance—or good, depending how you looked at it.
Gilbert Blythe. Everything charming, handsome, funny, and practical. And—let's face it--head over heals for Anne. But no, Anne had these utterly ridiculous ideas of love—its only object could be someone absolutely perfect with no flaws whatsoever—tall, dark, and handsome. Anything else was just platonic love…even if Anne was just as in love as Gilbert was—which, Phil knew, wasn't something definite.
Phil knew that Anne liked Gilbert a great deal—maybe even loved, since she got all huffy and cold when Phil even hinted at him being a potential suitor. Friendly, platonic love would only make her happy that a friend was getting married. Pf course, Phil wasn't completely sure about that, either. Anne was a bit miffed that—Diana Barry or someone or other—was getting married.
Figuring Anne out was like traveling through a maze that you weren't quite sure that there would be a prize at the end. You were constantly doubling back on yourself and then adding other paths with just a single thought. Then—if you ever found a end that agreed with everything, you wouldn't like the results.
But then, you'd love Anne anyway. There was something about her—in all her craves for romance—that was so endearing that you'd have to forgive her…At least, almost. It was right that Anne be set straight that she—today—broke a man's heart, her friend's heart. And she was a fool, an idiot to do that.
But maybe she just didn't love him.
Phil sighed, and looked out the window. It was almost dusk, the sun barely peeping out from under the horizon, casting light through the sky. The moment between day and night. Good and evil. Flip-flopping…from good…to evil.
Today had definitely been Phil's day to be clever.
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Well, here's another one shot.