As Always all the original text from Anne of Green Gables is in Bold. I'm hoping there's no copyright problems I've always wanted to mess around with this scene to be honest, this ended quite differently to the original text, I hope people like it. Hopefully your feedback will tell me if people like... ermmm best let you read it first! I do have the future of this written already but if its too much too soon I can re-write... Feel free to review ;)

It had been a full three months since the hair dye. The summer vacation had come upon them Anne and the other girls had decided to play the lady of shallot. which true to its name almost placed Anne in a watery grave. So, here she was gripping to pile after her flat sunk. When who should come along but Gilbert in Harmon Andrew's dory.

Gilbert glanced up and, much to his amazement, beheld a little white scornful face looking down upon him with big, frightened but also scornful gray eyes. He couldn't just leave her there surely. Miss Cuthbert would be livid for sure but he knew she couldn't swim and she was clinging to the pile for dear life, he couldn't just leave her there.

'Anne Shirley! How on earth did you get there?' he exclaimed. Without waiting for an answer he pulled close to the pile and extended his hand. There was no help for it; Anne, clinging to Gilbert's hand, scrambled down into the dory, where she sat, drabbled and furious, in the stern with her arms full of dripping shawl and wet crepe. It was certainly extremely difficult to be dignified under the circumstances! 'What has happened, Anne?' asked Gilbert, taking up his oars. Trying to make the boat ride a little more comfortable the first words he had spoken to her in three months. He missed her desperately just one conversation couldn't hurt could it?

'We were playing Elaine' explained Anne frigidly, without even looking at her rescuer, 'and I had to drift down to Camelot in the barge—I mean the flat. The flat began to leak and I climbed out on the pile. The girls went for help. Will you be kind enough to row me to the landing?' Gilbert obligingly rowed to the landing and Anne, disdaining assistance, sprang nimbly on shore. 'I'm very much obliged to you,' she said haughtily as she turned away. But Gilbert had also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm. 'Anne,' he pleaded "You must be freezing here." He said wrapping the blanket around her from inside the boat. His arms subconsciously remained around her waist holding her into him. Anne's anger melted away his body was warm and soft, his breathing steady, she noticed his body was shaking she knew it wasn't with cold, what was wrong with him?

"Gilbert…" she whispered. Their hearts racing together as they stood so close together Anne's clothes sticking to her with the water from the lake. He couldn't stop himself, he run his fingers though her long wet red hair. Tilting her head up to look at him.

"Beautiful." He said quietly. He gulped as he looked down into Anne's eyes, no longer gray but had turned a sparkling green colour. His body, it seemed had its own responses he found himself bringing his lips to hers and they kissed tenderly. They were held in the embrace a few seconds their lips still locked. He thought he was in heaven.

Anne pulled back, in shock of what had just happened. "I don't understand." She stammered. "First you refuse to talk to me for three months then you kiss me?"

Gilbert immediately looked guilty, it was plain as day, the very thing Marilla had been scared of was happening right now…of course had they not been torn away from each other it might never have happened! He thought

"Why do you look guilty Gil?" She asked him.

His heart quicken to hear her call him that again. Gil. Three months without that sweet sound sent shivers down his back. "I… I…" he couldn't even form a sentence. What had he done? He kissed her! He knew it the last 3 months had been hell for him. He couldn't stop thinking about her, he couldn't stop loving her. "sorry" he murmured.

"no, you can't just sorry me again Gil. I want to know what happened why do you not care anymore?" she asked.

"Not care?" he said. "Not care! How could you think I don't care! I've always cared..." he voice had involuntarily raised."I just kissed you!"

"Three months Gil, I've been without you for three months, what has kept you away?" she pleaded.

"How can you not know? How could you not have figured it out?" he asked. "What is the once force on this planet Anne Shirley which could keep me away from you?"

"Nothing…."

"Then think again Anne." He said. He played with the idea of holding her again. The front of his clothes were already a little damp where Anne had caught his body he refrained from further action. "You better go that blanket will only keep you warm long enough to get you home safe, I don't want you catching your death."He jumped in the boat before she could breathe another word, she noticed this time his eyes watched her with an intensity she had sorely missed over the last three months.

Halfway up the path she met Jane and Diana rushing back to the pond in a state narrowly removed from positive frenzy. They had found nobody at Orchard Slope, both Mr. and Mrs. Barry being away.

Here Ruby Gillis had succumbed to hysterics, and was left to recover from them as best she might, while Jane and Diana flew through the Haunted Wood and across the brook to Green Gables. There they had found nobody either, for Marilla had gone to Carmody and Matthew was making hay in the back field.

'Oh, Anne,' gasped Diana, fairly falling on the former's neck and weeping with relief and delight, 'oh, Anne—we thought—you were—drowned—and we felt like murderers—because we had made—you be—Elaine. And Ruby is in hysterics—oh, Anne, how did you escape?'

'I climbed up on one of the piles,' explained Anne wearily, 'and Gilbert Blythe came along in Mr. Andrews's dory and brought me to land.'

'Oh, Anne, how splendid of him! Why, it's so romantic!' said Jane, finding breath enough for utterance at last.

Anne realised Jane hadn't heard the whole of it, neither did she want to share it with them. That kiss had been so intimate between them and the conversation so odd. What could he have all meant?

'Of course you'll speak to him again after this.'She didn't know what to say, what had kept him away, what was keeping him away now?

'I'm awfully sorry you were so frightened, girls. It is all my fault. I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star. Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape..."

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'Will you ever have any sense, Anne?' groaned Marilla.

'Oh, yes, I think I will, Marilla,' returned Anne optimistically. A good cry, indulged in the grateful solitude of the east gable, had soothed her nerves and restored her to her wonted cheerfulness. 'I think my prospects of becoming sensible are brighter now than ever.'

'I don't see how,' said Marilla.

'Well,' explained Anne, 'I've learned a new and valuable lesson today. Ever since I came to Green Gables I've been making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of some great shortcoming. The affair of the amethyst brooch cured me of meddling with things that didn't belong to me. The Haunted Wood mistake cured me of letting my imagination run away with me. The liniment cake mistake cured me of carelessness in cooking. Almost dying my hair cured me of vanity…"

"Wait what did you say?" She enquired. "When did you nearly dye your hair?" Marilla asked.

"That afternoon you came back and found Gil and I on the porch, he had thrown the hair dye away and I cried after it, he told me never to be as silly as to dye my hair because he thought red was nice… I'm awfully glad he did I think knowing my luck it would have turned my hair green or some frightful colour rather than black… he was consoling me when you came home. He hasn't breathed a word to me since except today when he was rowing me to shore. Isn't that what he told you when you had come inside with him?"

Marilla froze to the spot. She never let the boy explain out the situation to her. He'd stopped her from dying her hair. He was trying to comfort her. She should have been thanking him, instead she had thrown him out the house. Anne sensed the discomfort. "Marilla?"

She looked at Anne, somehow Anne read her eyes. "It was you, wasn't it?" she asked. "You kept him away?" her eyes filled with tears.

"It was for your own good." She started not quite believing her words.

"No it wasn't!" Anne cried. "it was for your good, you didn't want me near a boy, how could you do that to Gil? He has always been there for me Marilla?"

"You formed a friendship way too fast Anne, you swore to hate him then next thing I know he's the one person who is cheering you up. Bringing you books, laughing and joking, girls and boys don't have that sort of friendship Anne. He's growing up and so are you. You can't be seen hugging him like you were that afternoon Anne. You shouldn't be hugging him anyway… propriety demands it."

"Then Propriety is wrong. Nothing should separate kindred spirits… nothing!" she remembered Gilbert's words to her after he kissed her. "He wouldn't even say it was you keeping us apart you know? He could have easily said it this afternoon in that boat! He only gave some cryptic answer about what could be the only thing keeping us apart… How did I not figure it out?. All this time it's because you told him to stay away and I've been blaming him!" She ran out the door. Marilla had a mind to call after her, but she was going the wrong way for the Blythe farm at least she knew she wasn't running to him.