Hey you guys! I've had sooo many reviews telling me to hurry
up and update..well.here's my reason for not updating for
SUCH a long time! I was really busy...Ok..don't turn away
now.it gets better...ok.I had so much stuff going on at
school with the end of the year coming and my grad so
close...i was working double hard on my piano pieces since I
had exams and a concert...i went camping for 5 whole
days..and then before that for 4 whole days...I've been
helping my grandma and going over like every other day...*she
baby-sits* ..i started a new Harry Potter fic..and I KNOW
that I shouldn't have but I couldn't help myself!!!! The
idea just popped into my head..it was originally going to be
a one shot but I HAD to make it into something
longer..lol.ok...that's about it...i couldn't get around
everything..and on top of everything...my friend's been
coming over like EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!!!!!! it got sooo
annoying but I had to stick it through..lol...THAT'S my
reason...take it or leave it but I suggest you take it and
read on...this is Chapter 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy!!!
Anne spluttered, and took a step back as Gilbert opened the door with such, erm, energy. She hadn't expected such an enthusiastic welcome. She hadn't even expected him to be home. Anne looked straight at him and narrowed her eyes.
"What are you doing home?" She asked suspiciously.
"What are you ranting about? We were supposed to get together today.or did you forget?" Gilbert answered, exasperated.
"Yes, I forgot. That's why I'm here having this pointless argument with you!" She growled, her famous redhead temper getting the best of her.
"Oh, right. Come on in.I've cleared away a work area for us, and my father helped prepare some snacks for us. I thought you'd be here a while, since we have to study together." He said pointedly.
"I don't know about you, but I was planning on being in and out as quick as humanly possible." She sniffed indignantly. The thought of spending more time than necessary with Gilbert Blythe was absurd.
"Oh. Yeah, that's what I thought too, but I hoped to be hospitable." Gilbert murmured looking crestfallen.
She peeked at him and saw him looking at his shoes, so she quipped, "Are we going to stand in the hall for the entire time, or what?"
"Oh, this way." He pointed her down the hall and to a room on the right.
Anne smiled when she entered, what she could only guess was, the family room. It was a cozy, rectangular room that had a merry fire going on one wall, and a whole wall covered in diplomas, certificates, trophies, and such like of Gilbert's and his father's. She looked all around and noted that there was indeed a large workspace that had been cleared on the coffee table, so she headed that way. He cleared his throat behind her, and she turned towards him with an annoyed look on her pale face.
"What would you like?" She snapped.
"I was just wondering.what do you think?" He mumbled, so that she barely heard.
"What was that? Speak up!" She barked, beginning to get angry. How dare he waste her time?!
"What do you think of the place?" He said in a slightly clearer tone.
"Oh.I would say that it's very cozy." She looked around again, and said softly, "Your father must be very proud of you."
Gilbert looked up at her, and saw her looking at their 'Wall of Honourable Mentions' with awe. He was even more surprised when she turned to him and said sadly, "I wish I had a father to be proud of me." But as soon as it was out of her mouth, she looked mortified and stuttered, "I didn't mean that! Matthew and Marilla are all that I've ever wanted!"
He studied her closely and slowly nodded. Had she just opened up to him? He was ecstatic! She'd trusted him with that little piece of information! He smiled to himself, and soughed subtly. She turned her wide, green eyes to him and stared expectantly at him.
"We should get started with our.studying. You don't want to be here any more than you have to." He looked at her briefly and immediately looked away. "I'll just go and get the snacks, and I'll be right back. You just start studying. We'll start with." He trailed off.
"Math." Anne said decisively.
"Ok. I'll be right back." Gilbert left the room and leaned back against the doorframe once he was out of sight. He sighed and looked at himself in the hall mirror. This is stupid, Gil! She's just a girl! Ah, but not just any girl! She's special He was thoroughly disgusted with himself for resorting to talking to himself and hurried off to the kitchen for the snacks.
Meanwhile, Anne was arguing with herself too. Oh my gosh! Did I just open up to Gilbert Blythe? What was I thinking? You were thinking that he looked awfully handsome tonight! No I wasn't! Don't ever put 'Gilbert Blythe' and 'handsome' in the same sentence ever again. What was he wearing and how was he wearing it?! Oh come on! He looked EXTREMELY handsome with his top two buttons undone! I know you liked it because I AM you! Quiet! I certainly don't need my conscience to start kicking in right now! Anne gave up talking to herself and sat down to study. She opened up the Queen's manual they'd received and began studying.
By the time that Gilbert came in, she was so deep into the book that she didn't even hear him come in. She only looked up when the smell of oranges came floating her way. She inhaled deeply and said, "I love oranges!"
Gilbert smiled secretly. That made two confidences she'd made in him tonight. Maybe he'd get lucky and get three out of her by the time the night was over. Hang on, he thought, I'd better not get my hopes up!
Anne was helping herself to rather large portions of oranges when he'd snapped back to reality. She stared at him guiltily for a few moments before slowly putting the handful of orange slices she held in her hands back down on the plate. Gilbert motioned for her to help herself, and she slightly grinned at him, although it could also be considered as politeness.
While she ate, he studied her. He noticed her plain, blue dress and thought, She isn't the type for frilly, fancy dresses. I much despise those girls who 'doll' themselves up for any occasion. I'd say she's perfect! He surprised himself with his thoughts and immediately turned his attention back to the book in Anne's lap, as she'd dropped it in her mad dash for the oranges.
She handed it to him while popping an especially juicy piece of orange into her mouth, and he smirked at her. Anne huffed when she saw him smirking and resolved to eat all of his oranges! That would show him!
"Ok. Anne, what is the Pythagorean Theorem and explain how you'd work it on this shape." Gilbert handed her the book and she recited the meaning while reaching for a pencil to begin the task at hand.
"Ha! Done! Let's see you do it faster than that!" Anne sneered triumphantly.
Gilbert seemed mildly interested, but he shrugged it off and said, "Congratulations. That was extremely fast and it's all correct. I'd probably do it in that time-" Anne huffed, "- but it would probably be wrong." He finished pointedly.
"Well, thank you." She was clearly confused as to why he was being polite. Maybe it was some sort of plot to get her to let down her guard! Ha! She'd show him! It wouldn't work! Not on Anne Shirley! Her eyes sparkled triumphantly and she looked back and Gilbert.
"It's your turn. Do the one on page 17." She muttered, picking up another orange.
"Alright. Just give me a minute to figure this out." He stroked him chin thoughtfully, and began scribbling away furiously. Anne looked deep in thought for a minute before reaching for another orange.
"Done!" Gilbert announced five minutes later.
"Took you long enough!" Anne muttered slyly.
"Hey! I didn't complain when you did it!" He argued.
"Yeah, but you said yourself that I did it quickly!" She stormed.
"Yeah, well. That was just so that you wouldn't be on my case about how you could have done it faster!" Gilbert raged.
"What? You told me what I wanted to hear just so that I wouldn't get mad at you?" Anne sputtered.
Gilbert was turning red quickly and quickly said, "It was just so that you could remain friendly with me this one time. I didn't mean anything by it! Honest!"
Anne looked betrayed. "I never want to speak to you again Gilbert Blythe! I'm going to talk to Ms. Stacey as soon as I can tomorrow morning and I'm calling this whole arrangement off!"
She stood up, grabbed what was left of the oranges, and stormed right out of their house. Gilbert followed her half the way home, trying to plead with her to make her forgive him for some nameless, in his opinion, offense. Anne, however, was as stubborn as her red hair made her out to be, and refused to talk to him at all. In the end, he'd given up and told her that he'd talk to her tomorrow. She'd turned around and threw and small rock at his head.
He surely retreated after that. He hung his head as he entered his house and went to clean up. That's when he saw it. He notebook. She'd left it here in her hurry to get away. He smiled. She'd have to talk to him if he was bringing something of hers' back, wouldn't she? He certainly thought so.
Meanwhile, Anne stormed into Green Gables and faced an anxious-looking Marilla who tried to talk Anne into details of how her night went.
"Marilla, I'm never going to talk to Gilbert Blythe again! He's the most rude, crude, obnoxious-ugh! I can't even talk of him without getting mad beyond belief! I need to go to bed! I'll talk to you about it in the morning, ok?" Anne stormed past the elder woman and took the stairs as fast as she could.
Marilla shook her head after Anne. "Will that girl never realize true love until she's lost it?" The thought pained her much more than she would have thought.
Hey you guys! I just wanna say sorry that this chapter's sooooo late! Lol.ok..in answer to Dra..OF COURSE YOU CAN PUT IT ON YOUR SITE!!! ~* just make sure that my name's along with it! lol*~ ummm..thanx to ALL of you who reviewed!!!! I love you all!!!!!!!! Ummmmmmmm..I love all of you who told me you've put me on faves lists too!!!!!! I was sooo proud!!!!!!!!!! Lol..ok...I've gots to be going now..and just to tell you again...I'm putting all the thank-you's in at the very end.like AFTER I'm done the story! Lol.ok..just be patient and I'm in summer now so I'll have more time to update...*cough* sure *cough* lol.ok....I'll try to update like every two or three weeks...that's the fastest cuz I have to work on my HP fic too...that's it...REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST DO IT!!!!!!!!!!
Anne spluttered, and took a step back as Gilbert opened the door with such, erm, energy. She hadn't expected such an enthusiastic welcome. She hadn't even expected him to be home. Anne looked straight at him and narrowed her eyes.
"What are you doing home?" She asked suspiciously.
"What are you ranting about? We were supposed to get together today.or did you forget?" Gilbert answered, exasperated.
"Yes, I forgot. That's why I'm here having this pointless argument with you!" She growled, her famous redhead temper getting the best of her.
"Oh, right. Come on in.I've cleared away a work area for us, and my father helped prepare some snacks for us. I thought you'd be here a while, since we have to study together." He said pointedly.
"I don't know about you, but I was planning on being in and out as quick as humanly possible." She sniffed indignantly. The thought of spending more time than necessary with Gilbert Blythe was absurd.
"Oh. Yeah, that's what I thought too, but I hoped to be hospitable." Gilbert murmured looking crestfallen.
She peeked at him and saw him looking at his shoes, so she quipped, "Are we going to stand in the hall for the entire time, or what?"
"Oh, this way." He pointed her down the hall and to a room on the right.
Anne smiled when she entered, what she could only guess was, the family room. It was a cozy, rectangular room that had a merry fire going on one wall, and a whole wall covered in diplomas, certificates, trophies, and such like of Gilbert's and his father's. She looked all around and noted that there was indeed a large workspace that had been cleared on the coffee table, so she headed that way. He cleared his throat behind her, and she turned towards him with an annoyed look on her pale face.
"What would you like?" She snapped.
"I was just wondering.what do you think?" He mumbled, so that she barely heard.
"What was that? Speak up!" She barked, beginning to get angry. How dare he waste her time?!
"What do you think of the place?" He said in a slightly clearer tone.
"Oh.I would say that it's very cozy." She looked around again, and said softly, "Your father must be very proud of you."
Gilbert looked up at her, and saw her looking at their 'Wall of Honourable Mentions' with awe. He was even more surprised when she turned to him and said sadly, "I wish I had a father to be proud of me." But as soon as it was out of her mouth, she looked mortified and stuttered, "I didn't mean that! Matthew and Marilla are all that I've ever wanted!"
He studied her closely and slowly nodded. Had she just opened up to him? He was ecstatic! She'd trusted him with that little piece of information! He smiled to himself, and soughed subtly. She turned her wide, green eyes to him and stared expectantly at him.
"We should get started with our.studying. You don't want to be here any more than you have to." He looked at her briefly and immediately looked away. "I'll just go and get the snacks, and I'll be right back. You just start studying. We'll start with." He trailed off.
"Math." Anne said decisively.
"Ok. I'll be right back." Gilbert left the room and leaned back against the doorframe once he was out of sight. He sighed and looked at himself in the hall mirror. This is stupid, Gil! She's just a girl! Ah, but not just any girl! She's special He was thoroughly disgusted with himself for resorting to talking to himself and hurried off to the kitchen for the snacks.
Meanwhile, Anne was arguing with herself too. Oh my gosh! Did I just open up to Gilbert Blythe? What was I thinking? You were thinking that he looked awfully handsome tonight! No I wasn't! Don't ever put 'Gilbert Blythe' and 'handsome' in the same sentence ever again. What was he wearing and how was he wearing it?! Oh come on! He looked EXTREMELY handsome with his top two buttons undone! I know you liked it because I AM you! Quiet! I certainly don't need my conscience to start kicking in right now! Anne gave up talking to herself and sat down to study. She opened up the Queen's manual they'd received and began studying.
By the time that Gilbert came in, she was so deep into the book that she didn't even hear him come in. She only looked up when the smell of oranges came floating her way. She inhaled deeply and said, "I love oranges!"
Gilbert smiled secretly. That made two confidences she'd made in him tonight. Maybe he'd get lucky and get three out of her by the time the night was over. Hang on, he thought, I'd better not get my hopes up!
Anne was helping herself to rather large portions of oranges when he'd snapped back to reality. She stared at him guiltily for a few moments before slowly putting the handful of orange slices she held in her hands back down on the plate. Gilbert motioned for her to help herself, and she slightly grinned at him, although it could also be considered as politeness.
While she ate, he studied her. He noticed her plain, blue dress and thought, She isn't the type for frilly, fancy dresses. I much despise those girls who 'doll' themselves up for any occasion. I'd say she's perfect! He surprised himself with his thoughts and immediately turned his attention back to the book in Anne's lap, as she'd dropped it in her mad dash for the oranges.
She handed it to him while popping an especially juicy piece of orange into her mouth, and he smirked at her. Anne huffed when she saw him smirking and resolved to eat all of his oranges! That would show him!
"Ok. Anne, what is the Pythagorean Theorem and explain how you'd work it on this shape." Gilbert handed her the book and she recited the meaning while reaching for a pencil to begin the task at hand.
"Ha! Done! Let's see you do it faster than that!" Anne sneered triumphantly.
Gilbert seemed mildly interested, but he shrugged it off and said, "Congratulations. That was extremely fast and it's all correct. I'd probably do it in that time-" Anne huffed, "- but it would probably be wrong." He finished pointedly.
"Well, thank you." She was clearly confused as to why he was being polite. Maybe it was some sort of plot to get her to let down her guard! Ha! She'd show him! It wouldn't work! Not on Anne Shirley! Her eyes sparkled triumphantly and she looked back and Gilbert.
"It's your turn. Do the one on page 17." She muttered, picking up another orange.
"Alright. Just give me a minute to figure this out." He stroked him chin thoughtfully, and began scribbling away furiously. Anne looked deep in thought for a minute before reaching for another orange.
"Done!" Gilbert announced five minutes later.
"Took you long enough!" Anne muttered slyly.
"Hey! I didn't complain when you did it!" He argued.
"Yeah, but you said yourself that I did it quickly!" She stormed.
"Yeah, well. That was just so that you wouldn't be on my case about how you could have done it faster!" Gilbert raged.
"What? You told me what I wanted to hear just so that I wouldn't get mad at you?" Anne sputtered.
Gilbert was turning red quickly and quickly said, "It was just so that you could remain friendly with me this one time. I didn't mean anything by it! Honest!"
Anne looked betrayed. "I never want to speak to you again Gilbert Blythe! I'm going to talk to Ms. Stacey as soon as I can tomorrow morning and I'm calling this whole arrangement off!"
She stood up, grabbed what was left of the oranges, and stormed right out of their house. Gilbert followed her half the way home, trying to plead with her to make her forgive him for some nameless, in his opinion, offense. Anne, however, was as stubborn as her red hair made her out to be, and refused to talk to him at all. In the end, he'd given up and told her that he'd talk to her tomorrow. She'd turned around and threw and small rock at his head.
He surely retreated after that. He hung his head as he entered his house and went to clean up. That's when he saw it. He notebook. She'd left it here in her hurry to get away. He smiled. She'd have to talk to him if he was bringing something of hers' back, wouldn't she? He certainly thought so.
Meanwhile, Anne stormed into Green Gables and faced an anxious-looking Marilla who tried to talk Anne into details of how her night went.
"Marilla, I'm never going to talk to Gilbert Blythe again! He's the most rude, crude, obnoxious-ugh! I can't even talk of him without getting mad beyond belief! I need to go to bed! I'll talk to you about it in the morning, ok?" Anne stormed past the elder woman and took the stairs as fast as she could.
Marilla shook her head after Anne. "Will that girl never realize true love until she's lost it?" The thought pained her much more than she would have thought.
Hey you guys! I just wanna say sorry that this chapter's sooooo late! Lol.ok..in answer to Dra..OF COURSE YOU CAN PUT IT ON YOUR SITE!!! ~* just make sure that my name's along with it! lol*~ ummm..thanx to ALL of you who reviewed!!!! I love you all!!!!!!!! Ummmmmmmm..I love all of you who told me you've put me on faves lists too!!!!!! I was sooo proud!!!!!!!!!! Lol..ok...I've gots to be going now..and just to tell you again...I'm putting all the thank-you's in at the very end.like AFTER I'm done the story! Lol.ok..just be patient and I'm in summer now so I'll have more time to update...*cough* sure *cough* lol.ok....I'll try to update like every two or three weeks...that's the fastest cuz I have to work on my HP fic too...that's it...REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST DO IT!!!!!!!!!!