(A/N Hi! I'm a beginner at writing fanfiction, but I enjoy doing it so much. I know my stories are short, and aren't perfect, but please leave reviews and suggestions on how I can improve my stories. I hope that everyone likes this short extension of episode 3x10! This story has been in my head for a while and I'm excited that I finally got around to writing it out!)
Gilbert raised his hand in silent farewell, as the carriage started to pull away, and Anne began to grow farther and farther away. In these last few precious moments, Gilbert tried to memorize every single detail of Anne's beautiful face. Each adorable freckle, both sweet smiling dimples, her gorgeous luscious red hair, the very same hair that had had him mesmerized since the age of fifteen. Her piercing blue eyes, the eyes that he was sure could see right through his very soul. Her slender white hand waving goodbye.
Gilbert kept watching out the back of the carriage, until all he could see of her was a speck of blue and blazing red. He sighed sadly when the carriage turned a corner, and he turned around to sit in his seat.
As happy as he was that he had finally been able to make his feelings for Anne known, and to his delight, she reciprocatedthose feelings, he couldn't shake off the sinking feeling that he felt. Why couldn't he have spoken with her sooner? They could have had so much more time together... now with him going to Toronto, (which was, not to mention more than fifteen hours away from Charlottetown.) He didn't know when they would see each other again. Sure they had promised to be pen pals, but now that he knew how it felt to have Anne in his arms, and her lips on his, the thought still wasn't consoling.
As happy that he was that he was going to the U. of T, or even that he had gotten accepted at all, he still felt incomplete. A part of him almost wishes-- "Long time 'till you'll see your girl again?" Came a gruff voice from the front of the moving carriage. "I- what?" The man's voice broke through Gilbert's thoughts. "Your girl." The man said again. "Long time until you'll see each other again?" "Oh, yeah... long time..." Gilbert replied absentmindedly. He was very much distracted by what the man had just called Anne. He had called her 'his girl.' And she was, he realized with a flutter in his chest. She was his Anne-girl.
"How'd you two meet? If you don't mind share'n. I haven't heard a good story in an age, and I'd be much obliged if you had a mind to share yours." Said the coachmen. "Well, our first meeting wasn't your typical 'love at first sight' kind of meeting. Well, for me it was. But Anne... Anne hated me. Or so I thought. I also learned something that day. I learned that day when I met Anne... that you should never, ever, compare a cute girl to a garden vegetable. Unless of course you want a slate to the face. Painfully, might I add." Gilbert stopped and smiled at the memory. "I don't think I really cared though. I was much to beguiled by her from that moment on to really care about anything else." Said Gilbert with a small chuckle. "And what garden vegetable might that be?" The coachmen laughed. "Carrots." Replied Gilbert, with that same smitten smile that he knew was going to be stuck on his face for the rest of his life.