Anne:
I was just in the kitchen with Gilbert, because Bash was out in the bog, visiting Dr. Ward, for a tooth check.
Marilla had invited him round, and since it was Christmas Eve, we were doing baking for the next day.
"You're getting that flour everywhere Anne!" Gilbert exclaimed, wiping his cakey hands on his apron.
I just giggled in response, handing him the rolling pin for him to roll out the cookie dough.
He took it, and started rolling the cookie mixture on a big plate, flour under it so the mixture wouldn't stick.
I stared at him for a long while, intensely looking at the intricate freckles on his nose and cheeks, and the concentration in his eyes made me laugh.
"What?!" He asked while shooting me a boyish grin.
"Nothing." I said, slowly reaching behind my back, while pinching a bit of flour in between my fingers.
"You sure?" He asked, while stepping closer to me.
Without warning to him, I threw the flour at his face, and he immediately fell back onto the floor in shock.
"ANNE!" He cutely shouted, wiping it off his eyes.
"Sorry!" I joked, getting more flour and dumping it on his hair.
Gilbert let out a small sneeze, and blew his nose with the apron.
"Need some help there?" I teased, holding my hands out.
He took them, and jumped up, accidentally getting really close to me, but he didn't back away.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear that was falling out of my plaits, and our eyes were locked.
"Very much so," he answered my question.
He almost was looking down at me, and could probably sense the feelings in my stomach. Boom, boom, kachow. *winks*
"You alright?" I asked, staring up at him.
He bent down a bit and pecked me on the lips, bringing his hands to my waist.
"Now I am." He replied smirking when he had pulled away.
"Tease." I mocked, and started running around the kitchen, hoisting flour everywhere.
Gilbert chased after me, opening the door for us to run out of green gables.
"Anne! Wait up!" He shouted, our boots crunching in the snow outside.
I ran all the way round green gables and into the barn where Mathew and Jerry were having a little chat.
"Sorry Mathew, sorry Jerry!" I exclaimed as I rushed past them in a wiz. Gilbert shortly behind.
"My apologies Mr Cuthbert, Jerry," he cried out, stepping in between their legs.
I found my way running back in through the doors of green gables and so did Gilbert, when he caught up to me he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him.
"I wish I could see properly, so I could see your beautiful eyes, but there is flour in my eyeballs and it's not coming out anytime soon."
I just smiled in response and walked through the doors and into the kitchen again.
"Anne Shirley-Cuthbert! Gilbert Blythe! How many times may I remind you that there is
NO wet, muddy and snowy boots in my kitchen. Clean them in the parlour at once!"
"Sorry miss Cuthbert!" Gilbert chuckled, and pulled me through the door after him, leading me into the parlour.
We shoved off our boots and grabbed the brush and boot cleaner and turned our boots upside down.
"Yours are much worse than mine!" Gilbert exclaimed. "Did you run through horse droppings or something?"
I just laughed.
"Probably actually, or I must've stepped in Mathews food, along with a bunch of mud."
Gilbert handed the shoe brush to me and I started scraping away the mud and poo apparently, into the nearest cleaner bucket that Marilla leaves out especially for me since I'm known as a 'messy child'.
Marilla strided into the parlour and stared at us in dissatisfaction.
"Mathew! Fetch an old shoe pair of yours!"
Gilbert and I both furrowed our eyebrows.
"I will not be having dirty shoe stains in my kitchen, but I'm not letting you go bare foot."
Mathew scurried into the parlour and handed Marilla the boots, and she gave them to Gilbert.
"Anne, you must wear my boots, I have some spare in the cupboard,"
I nodded and started to walk over there, but Marilla stopped me.
"Uh uh uh, Anne I will get them."
I shrugged and leant against the wall.
Wait-
I sprung up turning to Gilbert.
"Gilbert, we left the cakes in the oven!"
He rose up quickly and ran into the kitchen, followed by me, hopping, trying to shove on Marillas boots.
We both stood in front of the oven, getting ready for the heat blast that was about to blow our hair up.
On the count of three we opened the oven, and a boiling sweat showered over our faces, the burning cake smell made us wrinkle up our noses.
"Aw it's in smoulders." Gilbert sulked while I pulled the tray out of the oven, wafting away the smoke.
"It's okay, we've still got the cookie dough to bake!" I reassured, placing the hot tray on the table.
"I'm not even sure I want to bake them anymore." He said.
"Giving up? No cookies for bash, and you know what he's like when he doesn't get his sweet stuff."
Without saying a word, Gilbert picked up the cookie dough and placed it onto a tray without cutting the shapes out.
"Bash is going to get a big lump cookie."
"Stunning. Beautiful. A work of ART Gilbert Blythe."
I helped him shove the tray into the oven and we stood by it talking until it was ready so it wouldn't burn again.
"Big cookie lump for bash!"
"It looks like billy."
