Gilbert:
My sweat damp clothes were covered in grass that I was laying on, the bits around my face tickling my cheek.
The cool air blowing my curls about, reminding me about my 'on top of a cliff' location, and my hands, laying out beside me, scratching dirt out of its grassy protection.
My eyes were filled, not with tears of sadness, or anger, or disappointment, but with happiness, and freedom, from the many wonderful things, and people in my life, and of course, the wind making my eyes water.
Yet, I wasn't thinking about them, more of the one person that made me feel the most special person in all of Avonlea, but the years I had spent trying to make a move on them DIDNT matter, I just earned myself the title 'braid puller'.
"Gilbert?" I heard a shallow voice murmur. "What are you doing out here?"
It took me a few moments to respond, but when I did, I had sat up and was looking at her.
"I could ask you the same thing, Anne." I said, lifting one leg out to stretch it.
"I asked you first." She said, kneeling, and then sitting down beside me.
"Just getting fresh air, you?" I asked her, her red hair blaring in the wind.
"Me and Marilla had a fight back at green gables. I just came here to clear thoughts."
I gave her a weak smile, looking deeply into her blue eyes.
She smiled too, but after a short, but powerful gust of wind flew by, goosebumps started to appear on her arms, and her hands started to rub on them to warm herself, by starting friction.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, turning over and fiddling with the bag I had brought up here. "Here." I handed her a scarf that I had knitted myself, with the help of Mary.
Anne reluctantly took it.
"But, don't you need it? Wont you get cold?"
"No, it's okay." I reassured her.
She shot me a thankful smile, and wrapped it around her neck and arms.
I scrambled again in the bag to find my hat, well, my dads old hat that I kept after he died.
I gently placed it down on her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, here also." I pulled out a small picnic blanket and stood up to lay it down.
Anne chuckled, and stood up too.
I sat down again and held out my hands for her to join me.
The subtle breeze reflected off our bodies, refreshing us.
Anne and I laid down beside each other in comforting silence, before she turned over on her side to face me.
"Thank you Gilbert."
Even though the silent mood was nice, I still loved to hear her speak to me.
"For what?" I asked , turning over as well.
"For the scarf, hat and picnic blanket, which I must say, all are very comforting."
"Anne." I started, shooting her a small smile. "Those are all common things, anyone could give them to you-"
"And your company," She interrupted, making the giant pit of despair and love sickness tingle, and rise up into my throat.
"Oh, um, well, it's no problem." I told her, while struggling to keep a neutral face.
She let out a happy sigh and laid back down, while I was still glancing at her eyes.
"Gilbert?" She asked.
"Yeah?" I replied, flopping back down next to her.
Anne pointed up to the sky, at the stars, glaring down at us.
"Do you think Mary's up there, watching down on us, Sebastian, Delly?"
"I guess so, but I don't think she's one of those commoner stars, no... I think she's that one,"
I clutched Anne's hand and pointed it up to the biggest star of them all. "That's her."
She broke out into a smile, and squeezed my hand.
"I find stars quite fascinating actually," She said. "It's like every single one of them are plucked from diamonds, and the shimmer in them could cure someone's negative emotions."
"That's sweet, you have such a way with words Anne."
"Maybe it's because I use that thumb dictionary you gave me."
"You still have that?!" I sat up.
She giggled, and sat up too.
"Yep, gives me more of an insight on vocabulary."
"Well, I can see that those stars," I pointed up to two bright stars, in the corner of the sky, next to each other. "They're your parents,"
I looked over at her, to see her already looking back at me with tears in her eyes.
"Anne? Are you okay? Is it something I said?"
"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." She murmured, her voice cracking. "To say that my parents are the most beautiful things on earth."
"Oh..." I said. "Come here," I beckoned her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I put mine around her waist.
"Gilbert..." Anne finally said after a few moments of silence.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I'm sorry for being obnoxious, and rude and jealous over the years, I just- now, it's different, I want to like you."
"I've always liked you Anne, even after you slammed my head with a slate."
"In what way?" She pulled out of the hug.
"In what ever way you want it to be."
