AHEAD BY A CENTURY - ANNE WITH AN E

14. What's the name of the game?

A look of uncertainty washed over the two as the concept of time was drowned out by their strong eye contact.
"I want to kiss you." Gilbert couldn't seem to prevent the whimsical truth from spouting out of his mouth. For a slight, slight second, Anne considered leaning in for Gilbert's kiss, but she knew better.
"We can't." She sighed, "not yet."
"At least take my hand." Gilbert laid his palm flat at Anne, invitingly.
"Let's get something to drink." Anne's fingers slotted in between each of Gilbert's as though they had been destined to do so.
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"Here is your coffee, young man." An irrelevant woman who's name was of little significance placed down two floral teacups, the contents boiling hot.
"We need to talk. Seriously." One cup hit the table.
"Indeed we do." Another cup was set firmly onto the table.
"I'm so... so perplexed by our relationship- or lack Thereof."
"Anne. I agree, completely. But I must confess.. I do rejoice in the enigma of it all." Gilbert restrained from touching her soft lips with his soft lips, creating perhaps the most beautiful connection of lips ever formed.

"I know romance is a delicate subject, taken slowly and gently; but I must be forward.. I like you. To hell with that, I think- no I know, I love you." Gilbert's once smug, cheerful grin was wiped from his face, a new, sincere expression was now written upon his face.
Anne scrunched up her eyes and took a breath,
"Please don't cry. I just thought-"
Anne lips and Gilbert's collided.
"I like this." Gilbert whispered as their lips parted.
The two sat, opposite from each other sipping their noticeably empty cups, an awkward silence dawning over them.
"Well this cant happen anymore." Anne broke the silence abruptly,
"May I ask why not?" Gilbert frowned, sassily.
"Because this is nothing, we aren't strangers yet we aren't lovers." Anne had read tales of romance, passion, tragedy. A beautiful heroine with deep mahogany locks, icy blue eyes and a voice filled with pulchritudinous song. Yet here sat Anne, as red-headed and freckly as ever.
"This is something, Anne. Nothing becomes something, even the word, the idea of nothing is something." Gilbert exhaled, "I think the true question we should be asking is: Do you want to be something?"
Anne stuttered," w-wellll.. even if we were, it would hardly be considerate towards all the girls in school, who are madly in love with you, Gilbert!"
"Well I suppose me courting another girl would be unfair to the one my heart desires to hold." Gilbert acted mournful,
"And who would that be?" Spoke Anne, interest growing within her mind.
"She's beautiful, smart, poetic, an amazing writer." Gilbert bragged,
"Is it diana?" Anne asked obliviously,
"No,Anne." Gilbert chuckled. "It's you."
"I cannot court you, Gilbert Blythe." Anne wanted to, deep down,
"WHY NOT?" Gilbert had became frustrate, was it me? Is there something wrong with me? Those thoughts ran races through his mind.
"Why it would be unfair, Ruby is infatuated with you, as are most of Avonleas young girls. And I feel that we are young and our life awaits us, if we were to court in the future, thats fine by me but I'd like to know what I'm getting into."

"They don't have to know." Gilbert took her hand passionately, catching Anne's attention.
"You know what?" Anne smiled, "why ever not." She giggled, he chuckled.
The two parted from the small cafe they had once sat in.
"Marilla!" Anne jumped out of her skin, as Marilla was seen through a crowd of people. Anne snatched Gilbert and held him hostage behind a stable.
"Woah, what's wrong?" Gilbert placed his hand on Anne's shoulder, soothing her from her jumpy state.
"Marilla! Do you think she knows I'm out?"
"Let's go back to green gables, she may have thought you were napping and left a note."
And that they did, they dashed, hand in hand, through the field, flashes of crimson, lavender, magenta and bright yellow flowers stroking their legs. -

A note from the author ~
This was long awaited and really low quality of writing in my opinion. I start school tomorrow so if my chapters will be few and far between. Sorry, I'll write when I have the time. Ily all for
Reading.