Gilbert Blythe Imagines

We Just Met

"Y/n! wake up!"

you shot up from your bed. "what time is it?" you ask your mother, who's now opening your curtains.

"time to wake up," your mother said. "it's your first day of school you can't be late. what will they think of us," your mother said. "get dressed at once," she demands.

"yes, mother." you jump out of bed and walk over to your closet.

"breakfast in five, and wear that red dress!" your mother said before walking back downstairs.

you groan taking your red dress out if your closet. it was very uncomfortable but it looked great on you.

you put it on, washed your face and styled your hair as quick as possible. you walked down stairs in a quick pace, but you didn't run. your mother would scold you if you did.

"now eat up and off you go," your mother said as you walked into the kitchen.

you ate your food as quick as you could while still using the right table manners.

you put your empty plate in the sink once you were done.

"now have fun at school and behave!" your mother said as she straightened your dress.

you walked to school and as soon as you were out of your mother's sight you started running.

you didn't know were to go exactly, but you did know you were a little late. panting you looked around, still no schoolhouse.

suddenly you got thrown to the ground. you squealed and fell with a loud thud, your books flying everywhere.

"oh my, miss I'm incredibly sorry!"

you looked up to see a boy around your age with dark curly hair and a worried expression on his face. he looked handsome to say the least.

"it's fine." you said as he helped you up. he started grabbing your books together as you brushed of your dress. the skirt was ripped at the bottom.

mother will murder me.

"here miss, your books," the boy said as he handed you them.

you put them back in your bag and immediately started trying to wipe of the stain on your skirt.

"forgive me if I'm rude, but I don't think that'll work," the boy said, letting out a chuckle.

you looked up at him with anger in your eyes. "it has to work," you said. you started rubbing even faster.

"it's better if you just wash it," the boy said.

"no, no, no!" you yelled. "it has to come off," you added, completely panicking.

"I'm very sorry miss, but... it's just a dress," the boy said chuckling.

"I know that! but my mother doesn't see it that way!" you said.

"hey breathe," the boy said.

"I have to go back, I can't go to school like this," you said looking at the boy.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," he said.

"okay..." you nodded trying to calm down.

"may I ask what your name is?" the boy asked as he followed you when you started walking.