Disclaimer- I don't own any of L.M. Montgomery's or Kevin Sullivan's wonderful characters. Though I would like to own Gus ;)
This is my very first fanfic-ish thing, so please comment, tell me what you like or don't like, or how I could improve. This is supposed to take place after the episode "Felicity's perfect beau," (Season four) though I have changed things a little.
Gus's P.O.V.
Gus Pike paced around in tiny home. Around and around. Continuous circles. He threw on his fishing boots and stormed outside, where he paced around the lighthouse.
"Who does that fella think he is," muttered Gus angrily, "That he can just waltz into town and take someone's girl."
He kicked viciously at a loose stone and watched it fly over the cliff, into the sea below. "Wish I could do that to Arthur Pettibone," he said aloud.
Gus continued to pace.
Felicity means so much to me, he thought, I thought we meant something to each other. Gus sat down on his woodpile and laid his head in his hands. He seemed to be thinking, but when he raised his head, traces of tears could be seen.
"I can't let Arthur Pettibone come between us," he said aloud, and he stood up. "I'm going to propose to her."
He headed off in the direction of King Farm.
Felicity's P.O.V.
Felicity King laid face first on her bed crying. She had been laying there since she had come home from Arthur's. Her cousin Sarah always told her she was too dramatic, she had a reason to this time.
What is Gus never speaks to me again? She thought and sobbed. Gus had been pretty angry when he found her in Arthur's house.
"Well, we didn't do anything wrong," said Felicity aloud, protesting her innocence to a Gus who wasn't there.
She turned over on her back and stared at the ceiling.
"We were just talking, and I did a little cleaning for him. Is that so wrong? Poor Arthur doesn't know the first thing about keeping house. I'm not to blame. Gus shouldn't be so protective. I'm not his property!"
But as often as Felicity repeated this, a little voice in her head reminded her that she shouldn't have flirted with Arthur in the first place, and a little part of her did want to be Gus's property. Arthur was educated and poetic, but Gus was……Gus. No one else could ever be like him.
How could she have thought it was romantic to have two men fighting over you? It was awful and confusing. Felicity didn't know what to do. She buried her auburn head in the blankets and cried… until there came a knock on her door.
Arthur's P.O.V.
Gus Pike wasn't the only one pacing the floor of his house. Arthur Pettibone was pacing his living room as if it was his firm purpose to wear out the rug. He couldn't see why ignorant Gus Pike would have a problem with him seeing Felicity.
"Gus obviously feels more for Felicity that Felicity does for him,' he stated, and then looked around to see if his younger brother or sister had heard.
"Probably off playing with Felix King again." Arthur murmured.
He sat in his father's chair near the fire, took off is glasses and rubbed his eyes.
Felicity must like me, he thought, why would she encourage me so much if she didn't? But then why was she so dreadfully upset about Gus vowing not to speak to her again?
As scholarly as Arthur was, he could not understand what was going on in the mind of Felicity King.
"Is she just leading me on?"