"The world is quiet here"
Violet Baudelaire thought the worst was over, granted Count Olaf was still on the loose, but at least she and her siblings were alive. It wasn't until the Baudelaires came to Avonlea to live with their Uncle Monty, did the...
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Violet smiled as she took in the landscape that surrounded her on her walk home. She was starting to really enjoy Avonlea, not that she didn't already.
"Hey! Violet! Wait up!" A familiar voice called and Violet closed her eyes in slight annoyance. Not because of who it was, but because of the conversation she and three, well two, the day prior, "You alright?" Gilbert asked after she slowed down for him to be able to catch up to her.
"I'm fine thank you, you?" The eldest Baudelaire asked, peering up at the boy.
"I'm doing perfectly well," He smiled down at her, "Where's Klaus?" Gilbert asked after noticing the boy wasn't with her.
"Oh, he has to deliver some books to the Quagmires as they stayed to home to look after their Grandmother," Violet explained and Gilbert nodded in understanding.
"He seems to have taking a liking to a certain Quagmire," Gilbert smirked, looking down at her.
"It seems he has," Violet smiled.
The two walked in silence for a little while.
"You really made that?" Gilbert asked, trying to make conversation, gesturing to the basket in the girl's hand, making Violet blush, a small smile playing on her features as she looked down at her invention she adored so much.
"Well, Klaus helped," Violet answered modestly, "And Sunny too," She added.
"So, basically, you did most the work and your siblings researched and bit things for you," Gilbert smiled as the two stopped at the cross paths, where they would usually part ways.
"How do you do that?" The Baudelaire asked, looking up at him.
"It's a gift," Gilbert cockily answered and Violet smiled, looking at her shoes, biting her lip, "Ah ah ah," Gilbert said, lifting her chin up with his fingers, "Some people enjoy seeing that beautiful face of yours," He said and Violet raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you flirting with me, Mr. Blythe?" Violet asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips and the boy's mouth started opening and closing like a fish.
"Well...I...you see," Gilbert spluttered and Violet laughed.
"Gilbert," She stopped his attempt of am answer, "I was kidding," Violet told him with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, right, of course," Gilbert said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "Um, I'll see you at the picnic tomorrow?" He asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course, for the Church Fair, right?" Violet asked.
"Right,"
"Okay then," The eldest Baudelaire smiled, "Bye,"
"Bye," Gilbert repeated before the two parted ways, both feeling butterflies in their stomachs and their faces flushing bright red, neither of them noticing the swarm of pink watching them walk away.
