Author's note: Thanks for the kind reviews! No offense if anybody reading chose A Thousand Years as their wedding song.

Fred was nervous. Gilbert could practically feel the anxiety radiating from him as they stood next to each other in front of the arbor. He gave Fred a reassuring smile as the music swelled and Anne started down the aisle carrying a bouquet of wildflowers. Gilbert couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked directly at Gilbert as she took her own place up front, her eyes warm and friendly, and gave him a small smile which he couldn't help but return. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. Gilbert stood next to Fred, acutely aware of Anne's presence the entire time, struggling to keep his gaze from wandering to her.

Soon enough, they were all gathered under the white tent for the reception. Anne, in true Anne fashion, had delivered a poetic, heartfelt toast. Christine had helped Gilbert write his toast, and as he read it he felt sure Anne would know that. Then the music started and Fred and Diana shared their first dance as husband and wife. Gilbert was taken by surprise when the dj called on him and Anne to join the newlyweds during the next song. They shared a quick glance, and made their way to the dance floor. Elvis Presley began to croon about wise men, and Gilbert, his heart pounding, took Anne in his arms, she placed her arms around his neck, and they began to sway to the music. With Anne in his arms he felt complete...yet broken. He willed time to stand still in this moment. He tried to commit every detail to memory, the way she smelled, the way her slender arms felt around his neck, the song playing. Anne looked up at him, her eyes sparking in amusement. "Gil, can you believe they chose that Twilight song for their wedding?" Gilbert felt a spark of their old friendship, and he chuckled. "That's our Fred and Diana, hip and original" he joked.

Gilbert spent the next few hours catching up with Avonlea friends. As things were winding down, Anne came up to him, a glass of champagne in hand. "Care to walk me home like old times?" she asked. She held up glass. "The truth is, I've had a couple of these so I can't drive...but I would rather walk anyways." she confessed.

"Let me just grab my coat. Can I get yours for you, too?" She nodded, and he made his way to the coat room. This doesn't seem like the way to get over her he thought, but he didn't even consider changing his mind.

Anne was rather talkative at first, no doubt a result of the champagne. Gilbert knew that any alcohol tended to erase the restraint she had spent years building in regards of her chatterbox tendencies. He listened easily as she talked of Avonlea memories. " Let's go through the haunted wood! Oh, I can almost feel the ghost of the murdered child creeping up on me already..." The moon was full and bright, so they turned into the woods. Soon enough, Anne grew quiet and he took advantage of it to ask her a question that had been on his mind all day. "Anne, if you don't mind me intruding...why isn't Roy here? Don't weddings fall under boyfriend duties and all that? " He remembered how their last conversation about Roy went, and wished he kept his mouth shut.

Anne answered "He would have came...but I downplayed the whole thing. I didn't really encourage him to be here"

"Why?"

"I don't know, exactly..." she sounded confused. "I guess I wasn't really ready to make him part of Avonlea. If that makes sense. Avonlea is the best of me, the best of my memories...I want to keep it how it is. Mixing Roy into it would change it somehow." she turned to Gilbert and imitating his tone said "Now, Mr. Blythe if I may intrude...why didn't you invite Christine Stuart, after all, she did help you write the wedding toast"

Gilbert laughed "Well, she-" He was going to tell Anne the truth about him and Christine.

"-Nevermind!" she interrupted. "Let's not talk of either of them. Look how beautiful the Lake of Shining Waters looks in the moonlight! How about a selfie?"

All too soon for Gilbert, they reached the gate of Green Gables."Well, thank you so much for the ramble through old times, Gil. It truly meant a lot." Anne paused before going in. "Can you believe Diana and Fred are married? Like really and truly married! It seems crazy that we could be old enough to have married friends."

Gilbert smiled and tipped an imaginary hat. "Good night, Anne." He watched until she was in the house. Old enough to have married friends he thought, scoffing at Anne's statement. I would of married her the minute we were 18 if she would of had me.