oblivious [anne x gilbert]

Chapter 5: Am I Dreaming? Yes, Dreaming of Her

"That was very kind of you Gilbert," It was Diana that spoke now, "but you know better than anyone that she's stubborn. I'm sure she'll come around to you this year."

Gilbert smiled a little thinking of the fiery redhead, particularly when she had hit him with her slate after calling her carrots. He had regretted it immediately. He simply wanted to express his feelings, that, however, was not the right way of doing it. After he followed her all the way to the school he couldn't get Anne out of his head. She was perfect and her retaliation only encouraged his belief. She had stood up for herself. She was bold and brave and cute and smart and creative and.. Diana was staring at him. He had become lost in thought again. Finally, he responded, choosing to ignore the smirk on Diana's face, telling him she could easily tell he was clearly smitten with the girl.

"I hope so...if only she would forgive me for calling her carrots. I don't know why I did that," he sighed, mentally face-palming.

"She will, whether she knows it or not. I know she will come to accept you, in more ways than one," she smirked at him and ran after Anne into the schoolhouse.

'What did she mean by that?' he thought. He only hoped to be friends with her, although, he knew she would never want to be anything more. No matter how much he did. She barely saw him as a friend, how could he expect her to accept him as anything but? He would've kept dwelling and sulking if the bell hadn't rung indicating that class was starting. Quickly he ran inside, found his seat and took out his notebook. You would think to be one of the top students would require Gilbert to pay attention to the teacher constantly, but usually, he could get away with taking few notes and if he spaced out it didn't show in his grades.

So, he did what he tended to do in class instead of paying attention, look at Anne. It sounded cheesy, even to him, but every time he looked at her she seemed to get prettier. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he could feel her eyes on him when he was looking at Mr Phillips or writing. But she would never unless she glared at him when he answered one too many questions right. To him, it was unfathomable that Anne could ever like him. They were rivals and she made it very clear she didn't like him one bit. So of course, when he looked at her he expected her to not notice, but when he peered across the room at her, he met her gaze. She had been staring at him and he couldn't quite believe it.

He searched her eyes for any trace of anger but he found none, her eyes seemed soft and loving. They continued staring at each other and Gilbert wondered if he was dreaming. He never thought Anne would ever look at him with anything but rage. Her eyes were stunning and clear, they could stare into your soul if you let them. They shot daggers and fire if you crossed her. That's why he loved eyes so much, particularly Anne's though, they held a passion and a spectrum of emotions. She saw the world in a way no one else could, viewing everything like it was the first time opening her eyes. They were inquisitive and pure and he could get lost in them if he were allowed to and oh he wished he was. They were the ocean depths pleading to be explored. They were the night sky, starry and bright, with so many mysteries you could spend a lifetime trying to uncover them all and only find a few.

And even though it seemed impossible, it gets better; Around her eyes and practically every inch of her face were freckles. He wanted to get close enough to count and trace them letting his fingers graze along her soft, pale cheeks. He was positively mesmerized and admittedly, head over heels taken with her.

"Mr Blythe and Ms Cuthbert! Would you care to explain to the class why you are looking at each other an not paying attention to my lesson?" It was Mr Phillips who spoke, venom seemingly dripped from every word. They stayed silent. "No? What a pity! I want to see you both after class then." He turned back to his lesson with an arrogant look of superiority plastering his face.

They both quickly looked away and seemed to become very interested in their slates. Gilbert snuck a look over at the girl one last time, Anne shook her head like she imagined the whole thing, making her braids twirl and light to catch perfectly in the now auburn hair. Despite her trying to look angry, Gilbert saw through her façade easily, it was impossible to not see the small smile she held and of course the blush didn't help.

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There! I know I said I wouldn't be able to post but I found the time and this chapter is probably the longest one yet! I hope you liked it because I love writing a lovesick Gilbert! Tell me what you think and if you want to see more like this. Where do you want this story to go? I'm always open to new ideas! Don't be a silent reader! Comment and vote! You are beautiful and loved! Eat something, drink some water and smile!

Delilah

8/10/18

10:31 am