in which a fiery red-headed girl and a charming hazel-eyed boy are madly, head over heels in love but have no idea yet.
.｡.:*☆ modern shirbert au
credit to characters goes to L . M. Montgomery ; based on " anne with an e "
started on august 30...
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chapter sixteen ; one-sided romantic interest
Sighing, I stared up at the ceiling.
Gilbert Blythe's smirk was playing over and over in my mind, and I didn't know how to stop it.
"Ugh!" I yelled in frustration, turning over in bed and burying my face in my pillow.
There he was again, a simple wink unknowingly sending a thousand lightning bolts shooting into my heart.
I thrust my face further into my pillow, releasing a muffled groan into the fabric.
Why couldn't I stop thinking about Gilbert? Just because he was probably the most handsome boy I had ever met, not to mention incredibly smart and kind and- Oh god. That was why I couldn't stop thinking about Gilbert.
As an avid reader of romance novels, I knew when the protagonist had fallen for her soulmate. I had just never pictured myself as the protagonist- only ever as a supporting character, who doesn't even get a line, let alone a romantic interest.
But that was exactly what I had just realised Gilbert Blythe was to me; my romantic interest. My completely one-sided romantic interest.
I let out another groan of frustration, pounding my fists into the mattress as I continued to lie face down on my bed. Of course I had to fall for the one guy who only flirted with me for fun.
"Whatever is the reason for all this noise you're making, Anne?" Marilla scolded as she walked into my room, jumping slightly when she saw the thrashing movements that I was making.
I turned my face slightly and peeked up at Marilla, unable to muster up even the smallest smile, my skin red and blotchy.
"Oh, Anne," Marilla sighed gently, coming over to where I was lying and settling down on the bed next to me.
"Marilla," I returned the sigh, sitting myself up beside her. "I'm in such a quandary."
"There's no need for all of your fanciness now, Anne," Marilla tutted with an affectionate smile. "Tell me what's bothering you."
"I- well I, I might like this boy," I stuttered, my eyes fixed firmly on my hands that were clasped tightly in my lap.
"Is that so?" I could feel Marilla smirking from beside me. "The boy who picked you up yesterday? Gilbert Blythe, I believe?"
"Maybe," I mumbled quietly, fidgeting with my hands more forcefully.
"I see," Marilla smiled knowingly. "You should be honest with your feelings for him, Anne."
