Heyyyyyyy..long time, no update! lol...ummm...i wanna thank
all you guys for reviewing..and I noticed that I don't put
the disclaimer in all the time.(cough) never (cough).I put it
in my first chapter.but if you think all of these characters
belong to me, you're on something STRONG! lol.jks..so..just
so you know.Anne and her friends don't belong to me! They
belong to a genius of a person named Lucy Maud Montgomery.
Buuuuttttt..whatever you don't recognize from the books,
well, that's probably mine..(unless you didn't read the books
thoroughly enough! jks) Anyways, without further ado, (not
that any of you actually read this), here's chapter FIVE of
my story...
"Wait a minute! You were actually SCARED of him?' asked a bewildered Diana after Anne had told her the events of the afternoon. \ "Not exactly." Anne lingered.
"Anne! Don't fib! You were scared of him, weren't you?" Diana laughed.
"Fine. Just a little though." Anne asserted.
Diana burst out laughing and fell off the bench they were sitting on. The two girls had just gotten home from school and were currently sitting on the Green Gables front porch and talking about what had happened to Anne.
"Diana! I thought you would sympathize with me!" Anne said reproachfully.
"I'm terribly worry Anne, but-" and she started giggling again.
Anne huffed and turned away from Diana in mock sorrow.
Diana composed herself and the chat turned to performance night, which was two days away.
"Anne! You MUST be Juliet! I don't think either Moody or I could substitute for you! Please Anne?" Diana pleaded.
Anne sighed dramatically. "Diana, I said I would think it over. I'm still pondering whether or not I'm still scared of him! You don't know how tall and buff he can appear, Diana" Anne said. "I mean, not that I noticed that or anything."
Diana chuckled. Her best friend was really very blind! She couldn't see love when it was parading in front of her wearing nothing but a silk sarong! She took a deep breath and tried to tell Anne, yet again, that it wouldn't be so bad, and that Gilbert wouldn't hurt her for all the gold in the world.
"Diana! You don't know him as I do! He's selfish, pig- headed, mean, a bully, and extremely unimaginative. Among other things!" Anne sniffed.
"Anne, what proof do you have to back up these accusations?" Diana prompted, amused.
Anne stuttered. "Well, you see-I-y-see here-he-" and then she sighed one of the over-traumatic sighs. "Fine! I'll admit that my information came from a slightly biased source-"
Diana snorted and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like "You!" before apologizing.
"As I was saying, it may have come from a SLIGHTLY biased source, but it is indeed accurate!" Anne finished.
"Anne! Would you listen to yourself? It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself, rather than me!" Diana said, exasperated.
The truth was, Anne WAS trying to convince herself. After this afternoon, after she had seen the hurt in Gilbert's eyes, her perspective had changed moderately. Maybe he DID have feeling after all. No! That was crazy talk! Gilbert? Gilbert Blythe? Having feelings? After he had hurt hers' so horribly? She didn't think so!
Diana watched as Anne argued with herself back and forth. She seemed to be fighting with two different views on the same topic. Now, what could that topic possible be? Maybe it was Gilbert! Diana smiled to herself, thinking that Anne would definitely play Juliet in their play.
Suddenly, a voice called out to the two girls. "Anne! Diana! Come inside and help me to set the table." Marilla yelled from the kitchen.
"Coming Marilla!" Anne hollered back.
The two of them made their way inside.
*~*Later that night*~*)
"Marilla! Must I go to the Blythe house tonight? Couldn't you just call and say that I've fallen ill?" Anne whined.
"No, child! I can't, and for the last time, go and start preparing to leave." Marilla said crossly. It was already 5:30 and Anne hadn't even started putting everything she needed together.
"Yes Marilla." Anne called over her shoulder as she obediently walked up the stairs and to her room in the East Gable.
Upon arrival, she said hello to the Snow Queen, the big tree outside of her window, and then flung herself on her bed and pounded the pillows with her fists.
She took some of her contained anger out on the pillows, and when she looked up at the clock, it read 5:40.
"Oh my! I'm late! I've got to get dressed, and wash up, and get everything together." Anne rushed about the room, and finally ended up in the bathroom across the hall to wash her face.
She looked in the mirror, and began criticizing herself.
"Let's see. There's plenty of room for improvement. I'll start with my hair. It's an absolutely hideous shade of red, and I definitely don't like the way it frizzes out after every time it gets wet!" She was muttering to herself as she stared in the mirror.
In actual truth, Anne's hair was a gorgeous shade of red that was very deep and had a lot of dimension. And the fact that it curled at the ends, which drove Anne crazy because she wished to have beautiful, pin straight hair, made her hair go wonderfully with her bone structure.
"Now, what about my skin. I'm deathly pale, but my freckles make my skin look orange! It's looks hideous!" Anne wailed.
Her complexion, which she described as hideous, was actually very fair. She had milky white skin, and her freckles brightened her face up. She didn't need to wear any type of cosmetics, as she had begged Marilla to do, because that would weigh her down.
"At least my nose looks good. I'd say it was my best feature. But.I've seen ladies with even prettier noses than me!" Anne said sadly to her reflection.
She slowly walked out of the bathroom, feeling sorry for herself because she wasn't pretty enough. Then she stopped. Pretty enough for what? Or who? Who did she want to be pretty for? Certainly not Gilbert! Satisfied with herself, she hurried into her room to pick a dress to wear tonight.
Anne finally decided on a dark blue one that Marilla had made her last year, and put it on. She was slightly dismayed to find that it was a little short in the sleeves but thought nothing of it as she rolled them up to her elbows.
As she descended the stairs, Marilla curtly said, "Child, you'd better be on wheels tonight or else you're going to be late, and what kind of impression would that be on the Blythes?"
Anne was just about to say, "I don't care what the Blythes think of me!" when Marilla pushed her out the door.
Anne grumbled to herself as she walked the unfamiliar path to the Blythe home. She hoped that Gilbert remembered that they were supposed to get together tonight. She didn't want to show up and find that Gilbert was out with his friends. That would make her look idiotic. She didn't want that, even if it was only Gilbert's family that would see her.
She took a deep breath as his house came into view. She was suddenly very nervous, but soon became angry with herself. What was wrong with her? She wasn't nervous, not now, not ever! She sighed deeply and knocked on the door.
*~*Gilbert's house*~*
Gilbert was nervous.
No, scratch that! He was terrified.
Anne Shirley was coming to his house tonight, and he only had two hours until she was destined to arrive. In those two hours, he had to heat water, wash himself, pick out what to wear, tidy the house up a little bit, make some snacks for himself and Anne, get all of his materials together, and collect his thoughts.
That was easier said than done!
First, Gilbert heated some water to take a nice, and refreshing bath in hopes that it would clear his head.
What had happened back at the schoolhouse? He had just lost it when she had said that he was spiteful. He'd wanted so bad to make friends with her, and he'd done everything possible but she had shot him down every single time! What more could he do without seeming desperate?
He took a deep breath and shampooed his hair. She would be here in about one hour and 45 minutes! He had to hurry.
His bath took another fifteen minutes, and then he'd only gotten out because the water was getting very cold, and then it took him another half an hour to decide what to wear. He finally settled on a pair of trousers and a cotton shirt.
As he scrambled around trying to collect his materials, he started sweating so he unbuttoned the top two buttons in hopes of cooling himself down.
It was now fifteen minutes before Anne was supposed to arrive, and Gilbert still had to tidy the house and put the finishing touches on the snacks. He hurried into the kitchen where his father was helping Gilbert out by cutting up all the fruit and putting it all in the bowl. Gilbert sighed and thanked his father before rushing out to clean the house up a smidgeon.
He put all out the newspapers away, all of the dirty laundry in the laundry basket, fluffed up all of the cushions in the living room, made his bed, cleared away a work area, and just as he was about to wash his face because he was so hot, the doorbell rang.
He swore under his breath and quickly splashed some water onto his face, dried it off hurriedly and ran down the stairs just as the doorbell rang again.
Gilbert opened the door, and came face to face with an extremely shocked Anne Shirley!
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! lol..I know! I'm evil for leaving a half cliffhanger but I'm sick today...so instead of wanting to kill me..feel pity for me! lol.jks..anyways.I just wanna tell you guys that I'm totally sorry for the HUGE delay..it's been like more then a month since I updated..and I wanna tell you guys that I'm not putting all that "thank you" stuff where you name all the reviewers in until after I'm done my story..which won't be fore QUITE a while! Lol.I plan on this story being pretty long but I'm not sure..plans DO change.lol..anyways..if you have any ideas for my plot, don't hesitate to REVIEW or e-mail me at lilypad4@hotmail.com with your ideas! I'd love to hear them.o and if you have MSN..add me! I'd love to chat with you guys! Lol..just tell me where I know you from so I don't think you're some crazy stalker...that's about it..o..and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST DO IT!!!!!!!!!! (as the saying goes! Lol)
"Wait a minute! You were actually SCARED of him?' asked a bewildered Diana after Anne had told her the events of the afternoon. \ "Not exactly." Anne lingered.
"Anne! Don't fib! You were scared of him, weren't you?" Diana laughed.
"Fine. Just a little though." Anne asserted.
Diana burst out laughing and fell off the bench they were sitting on. The two girls had just gotten home from school and were currently sitting on the Green Gables front porch and talking about what had happened to Anne.
"Diana! I thought you would sympathize with me!" Anne said reproachfully.
"I'm terribly worry Anne, but-" and she started giggling again.
Anne huffed and turned away from Diana in mock sorrow.
Diana composed herself and the chat turned to performance night, which was two days away.
"Anne! You MUST be Juliet! I don't think either Moody or I could substitute for you! Please Anne?" Diana pleaded.
Anne sighed dramatically. "Diana, I said I would think it over. I'm still pondering whether or not I'm still scared of him! You don't know how tall and buff he can appear, Diana" Anne said. "I mean, not that I noticed that or anything."
Diana chuckled. Her best friend was really very blind! She couldn't see love when it was parading in front of her wearing nothing but a silk sarong! She took a deep breath and tried to tell Anne, yet again, that it wouldn't be so bad, and that Gilbert wouldn't hurt her for all the gold in the world.
"Diana! You don't know him as I do! He's selfish, pig- headed, mean, a bully, and extremely unimaginative. Among other things!" Anne sniffed.
"Anne, what proof do you have to back up these accusations?" Diana prompted, amused.
Anne stuttered. "Well, you see-I-y-see here-he-" and then she sighed one of the over-traumatic sighs. "Fine! I'll admit that my information came from a slightly biased source-"
Diana snorted and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like "You!" before apologizing.
"As I was saying, it may have come from a SLIGHTLY biased source, but it is indeed accurate!" Anne finished.
"Anne! Would you listen to yourself? It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself, rather than me!" Diana said, exasperated.
The truth was, Anne WAS trying to convince herself. After this afternoon, after she had seen the hurt in Gilbert's eyes, her perspective had changed moderately. Maybe he DID have feeling after all. No! That was crazy talk! Gilbert? Gilbert Blythe? Having feelings? After he had hurt hers' so horribly? She didn't think so!
Diana watched as Anne argued with herself back and forth. She seemed to be fighting with two different views on the same topic. Now, what could that topic possible be? Maybe it was Gilbert! Diana smiled to herself, thinking that Anne would definitely play Juliet in their play.
Suddenly, a voice called out to the two girls. "Anne! Diana! Come inside and help me to set the table." Marilla yelled from the kitchen.
"Coming Marilla!" Anne hollered back.
The two of them made their way inside.
*~*Later that night*~*)
"Marilla! Must I go to the Blythe house tonight? Couldn't you just call and say that I've fallen ill?" Anne whined.
"No, child! I can't, and for the last time, go and start preparing to leave." Marilla said crossly. It was already 5:30 and Anne hadn't even started putting everything she needed together.
"Yes Marilla." Anne called over her shoulder as she obediently walked up the stairs and to her room in the East Gable.
Upon arrival, she said hello to the Snow Queen, the big tree outside of her window, and then flung herself on her bed and pounded the pillows with her fists.
She took some of her contained anger out on the pillows, and when she looked up at the clock, it read 5:40.
"Oh my! I'm late! I've got to get dressed, and wash up, and get everything together." Anne rushed about the room, and finally ended up in the bathroom across the hall to wash her face.
She looked in the mirror, and began criticizing herself.
"Let's see. There's plenty of room for improvement. I'll start with my hair. It's an absolutely hideous shade of red, and I definitely don't like the way it frizzes out after every time it gets wet!" She was muttering to herself as she stared in the mirror.
In actual truth, Anne's hair was a gorgeous shade of red that was very deep and had a lot of dimension. And the fact that it curled at the ends, which drove Anne crazy because she wished to have beautiful, pin straight hair, made her hair go wonderfully with her bone structure.
"Now, what about my skin. I'm deathly pale, but my freckles make my skin look orange! It's looks hideous!" Anne wailed.
Her complexion, which she described as hideous, was actually very fair. She had milky white skin, and her freckles brightened her face up. She didn't need to wear any type of cosmetics, as she had begged Marilla to do, because that would weigh her down.
"At least my nose looks good. I'd say it was my best feature. But.I've seen ladies with even prettier noses than me!" Anne said sadly to her reflection.
She slowly walked out of the bathroom, feeling sorry for herself because she wasn't pretty enough. Then she stopped. Pretty enough for what? Or who? Who did she want to be pretty for? Certainly not Gilbert! Satisfied with herself, she hurried into her room to pick a dress to wear tonight.
Anne finally decided on a dark blue one that Marilla had made her last year, and put it on. She was slightly dismayed to find that it was a little short in the sleeves but thought nothing of it as she rolled them up to her elbows.
As she descended the stairs, Marilla curtly said, "Child, you'd better be on wheels tonight or else you're going to be late, and what kind of impression would that be on the Blythes?"
Anne was just about to say, "I don't care what the Blythes think of me!" when Marilla pushed her out the door.
Anne grumbled to herself as she walked the unfamiliar path to the Blythe home. She hoped that Gilbert remembered that they were supposed to get together tonight. She didn't want to show up and find that Gilbert was out with his friends. That would make her look idiotic. She didn't want that, even if it was only Gilbert's family that would see her.
She took a deep breath as his house came into view. She was suddenly very nervous, but soon became angry with herself. What was wrong with her? She wasn't nervous, not now, not ever! She sighed deeply and knocked on the door.
*~*Gilbert's house*~*
Gilbert was nervous.
No, scratch that! He was terrified.
Anne Shirley was coming to his house tonight, and he only had two hours until she was destined to arrive. In those two hours, he had to heat water, wash himself, pick out what to wear, tidy the house up a little bit, make some snacks for himself and Anne, get all of his materials together, and collect his thoughts.
That was easier said than done!
First, Gilbert heated some water to take a nice, and refreshing bath in hopes that it would clear his head.
What had happened back at the schoolhouse? He had just lost it when she had said that he was spiteful. He'd wanted so bad to make friends with her, and he'd done everything possible but she had shot him down every single time! What more could he do without seeming desperate?
He took a deep breath and shampooed his hair. She would be here in about one hour and 45 minutes! He had to hurry.
His bath took another fifteen minutes, and then he'd only gotten out because the water was getting very cold, and then it took him another half an hour to decide what to wear. He finally settled on a pair of trousers and a cotton shirt.
As he scrambled around trying to collect his materials, he started sweating so he unbuttoned the top two buttons in hopes of cooling himself down.
It was now fifteen minutes before Anne was supposed to arrive, and Gilbert still had to tidy the house and put the finishing touches on the snacks. He hurried into the kitchen where his father was helping Gilbert out by cutting up all the fruit and putting it all in the bowl. Gilbert sighed and thanked his father before rushing out to clean the house up a smidgeon.
He put all out the newspapers away, all of the dirty laundry in the laundry basket, fluffed up all of the cushions in the living room, made his bed, cleared away a work area, and just as he was about to wash his face because he was so hot, the doorbell rang.
He swore under his breath and quickly splashed some water onto his face, dried it off hurriedly and ran down the stairs just as the doorbell rang again.
Gilbert opened the door, and came face to face with an extremely shocked Anne Shirley!
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! lol..I know! I'm evil for leaving a half cliffhanger but I'm sick today...so instead of wanting to kill me..feel pity for me! lol.jks..anyways.I just wanna tell you guys that I'm totally sorry for the HUGE delay..it's been like more then a month since I updated..and I wanna tell you guys that I'm not putting all that "thank you" stuff where you name all the reviewers in until after I'm done my story..which won't be fore QUITE a while! Lol.I plan on this story being pretty long but I'm not sure..plans DO change.lol..anyways..if you have any ideas for my plot, don't hesitate to REVIEW or e-mail me at lilypad4@hotmail.com with your ideas! I'd love to hear them.o and if you have MSN..add me! I'd love to chat with you guys! Lol..just tell me where I know you from so I don't think you're some crazy stalker...that's about it..o..and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST DO IT!!!!!!!!!! (as the saying goes! Lol)