While watching Anne with an E, I often wondered what things would be like from Gilbert's PoV. This short story is focused on that.
Also, I couldn't help sneaking in a scene from the original movie into storyline of the modern AWAE adaption.
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It was another typical winter day at the Blythe farm. The land was covered in a thin layer of fresh, sparkling snow. Smoke was coming from the house's solid brick chimneys. Inside, the scents of my baking cookies wafted from the kitchen, and the crackling pine logs in the fireplaces added a homey Christmastime smell to the old house. Everything was picture-perfect; except for the flannel blanket huddled beside the living room fire, from which protruded a very uncomfortable Sebastian LaCroix.
I stuck my head into the living room. "A little cold, Bash?" I questioned innocently.
"The sun isn't even real," he grumbled. "There's no heat, and the earth's frozen."
"I did warn you, remember. Don't you have your winter clothes?"
He nodded.
"Well, Mary made this for you," I said, handing him a thick jacket.
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Smiling, he grabbed it, and put it on. "I'll go thank her. Where is she?"
"She's upstairs, in the library." I informed him. "Oh, tell her the cookies are almost done."
Back in the kitchen, I cleaned up my mess; putting away ingredients and wiping the table off. When the timer dinged, I got a towel and removed a tray from the oven. Even though I've cooked meals, I hadn't tried cookies before. This batch was a little uneven for one of my first attempts, but at least they smelled okay. I set the tray on the top of the cookstove.
I heard a knock at the door as I was putting the cookies on a cooling rack. Setting the spatula down, I went to see who it was.
I opened the door, and was surprised to see Ms. Cuthbert, or Marilla as Anne called her, standing on the porch.
"Hello, Ms. Cuthbert, come in."
"Oh, no Gilbert. I just wanted to come over to invite you for Christmas dinner at our home. Anne would be thrilled if you came."
"Sure," I stuttered. I hadn't expected this.
"And bring your new friends with you. Mary, and Bash, I think Anne said?" She seemed confused by the name.
"It's a nickname." I explained. "Sebastian is his real name. And thanks for inviting us Ms. Cuthbert, we'll be there!"
"Fine!" She said, smiling, "We'll look forward to it. Good evening!"
Then she went back to her wagon.
I hurried back inside, and checked the oven. The second tray was still there, and the cookies looked - well, a little crisp.
