shirbert oneshots

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A/n: Hey y'all, sorry it's been awhile since I posted on here... kinda forgot about this book lol. I wasn't really planning on posting again, but the first one shot on here got like 40 comments so.. heck. Guess I'll post this thing I've been working on heheh. Enjoy :)

Gilbert tightens his grip on the strap of his messenger bag, running a hand through his black hair as he's hit with a calm spring breeze.

The sky is a cloudless blue, the weather forecast expecting slightly higher temperatures for the next few days in Avonlea. It was the beginning of April, and the weather was just beginning to become warmer.

Gilbert is walking home from school, wearing jeans with his long sleeved black shirt. He rolls up the sleeves as he's hit with an unexpected wave of warmth, the spring weather still catching him off guard.

However despite the nice change in the weather, Gilbert finds himself in a very bitter mood. He's come to find that no matter how nice the weather is, it doesn't make it easier to come home to see his ill father laying in his chair. He knows it's only a matter of days until he should be heading to the hospital, but he doesn't want to think about that. He knows that then it'll feel real.

Not to mention the fact that Anne hadn't showed up to school that day.

It of course wasn't the biggest worry on his mind, considering his father's state, but it did just add on to his terrible day.

Anne had been a new student that September at Avonlea High, and Gilbert had liked her immediately. The way she saw the world fascinated him; it was as if everything she saw was a new story waiting to be told. All she saw as she stepped outside was a new adventure or canvas for her imagination. She was always kind and upbeat, and all Gilbert had been wanting was to talk to her like they always do at lunch. He had been in a horrible mood after waking up to find that his father was doing worse, and spending time with Anne seemed to be the only thing that would cheer him up.

But alas, she never showed up.

Gilbert takes a sigh, looking down to his sneakers as he walks along the sidewalk.

He soon approaches town, walking towards a convenience store and hearing some muffled voices.

He turns and sees some guys from his school leaning against the faded concrete wall of the local 7/11, one of them being a guy named Billy and the others being guys who Gilbert couldn't recognize.

"Oh my god but guys, aren't you glad that crazy orphan chick wasn't here today?" Gilbert hears one of Billy's cronies chuckle to the group.

"Oh, she's such a spaz, I'm telling you." Billy laughs. "The other day I walked by the green gables and she was in the horse pasture sticking wildflowers in her hair. Nuts, that one."

"Probably because she has dead parents." Another boy shrugs.

"Or maybe she likes to use her lovely imagination to pretend that she's not so fucking ugly.." Billy smirks, the rest of the boys erupting into laughter.

Gilbert clenches his jaw in anger walking over to them with more speed. How could they call her insane? Or ugly? Gilbert knew Anne could be a lot of things, but he never thought ugly was one of them. Sure, she had fiery red hair and lanky limbs, a gap between her front teeth, but he always saw her and her stunning blue eyes and thought she was nothing but beautiful. And while her imagination was something special, she had never been insane. How could they say that about her?

He feels himself burn with anger. Anne's view of the world is what makes her unique, it's what draws him to her, and they just poke fun like it's an illness?