𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒// ɢɪʟʙᴇʀᴛ ʙʟʏᴛʜᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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IMPORTANT!!!
THIS STORY WAS CALLED THE LITTLE THINGS BUT I HAVE CHANGED IT TO MORE THAN FRIENDS!!!! also thanks for reading <3
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3rd person pov:
"up and adam!" the covers were ripped off of y/n the coldness of the room rushing in. she let out a groan and rolled over. she toppled off the bed hitting her head on the wooden bed side table in the process. letting out yet another groan she sat up, rubbing the bump on the back of her head, "but i thought it was sunday?" ah. sunday. the only day the staff has off but y/n was incorrect. it was only saturday. her mother grabbed her blouse and skirt off the rocking chair in the corner of her room. she shoved them at her daughter before opening the curtains. instead of being welcomed with sunshine and light they were met with rain and cloudiness. "if it were sunday we wouldn't be up at dawn now would we y/n," her mother opened the door but before she left she turned around, "amelia wants you to play with her." y/n picked up the clothes scattered on the floor "mom i need help with my corset-" she closed the door going off to do work around the estate.

y/n sighed, struggling to put on her corset. she fiddled with the strings behind her back trying her best to lace it up as she toppled around her room. she tripped over her chest and landed on the ground with a thud. she tried to grab for anything in her reach to pull her up. just with her luck she pulled on a shelf, "no, no, no!" the shelf, and everything on it, toppled down and on top of her head. leaving another bump. she stood up abruptly and opened her door. she marched down the hallway in only a corset and her undergarments with her y/h/l hair in a frizzy tangly mess. all eyes were on her as she tapped on a maids shoulder. the women known as mrs. miller turned and ushered the girl into her room, "child? what are you doing!" mrs. miller was always seen as a grandmother to y/n. she was there when y/n first arrived and they have been close ever since. y/n pointed to her corset and turned around showing mrs. miller the jumbled mess of strings. she laughed before lacing it up. y/n winced in pain as it tightened around her, slightly digging her nails into the bed frame she was holding, "i'm sorry dear but it has to be tight."

once the corset was on y/n thanked her and went back to her room. on the way she encountered an all-to-familiar face that belonged to gilbert blythe. he instantly turned around as y/n covered herself. luckily a hand maid walked by carrying a pile of folded towels. y/n reached and grabbed one and wrapped it around her body, "y-you can um turn around now gilbert." he hesitantly turned around but still had his eyes closed and in a bundle of words he said, "i just wanted to let you know that amelia and are are wanting you to play the piano for us." he walked past her with his eyes shut and headed down the hallway. the other maids dodged him as gilbert nearly toppled into them. as gilbert was walking he didn't acknowledge that the hallway turned and he walked straight into a wall. knocking off a picture. he turned around to apologize but saw y/n and turned around again. "who was that flustered boy y/n?" one of the chefs said carrying some pots and pans, "that flustered boy is gilbert blythe."
I KNOW THIS IS SHORT THERE WILL BE ANOTHER ONE TOMORROW THAT IS LONG XOXO STAY SAFE