anne shirley cuthbert had no idea where she was. the ceiling above her head that, she was currently looking at, was not her own. looking around, she didn't remember owning a canucks hockey jersey or putting one up on her wall. rubbing her eyes, anne sat up and noticed the bed beneath her.
anne shirley cuthbert was in someone else's bed. and judging by the canucks jersey, a boy's bed.
anne shirley cuthbert did not like this realization.
her head pounded and she suddenly felt very nauseous.
she rubbed her eyes again, hoping that would change something. that this was just a bad dream. but nothing happened. finally, she looked down at the ginormous t-shirt draped over her dress.
it read "blythe orchards".
no no no, this isn't happening. as she contemplated fleeing the country or going into witness protection, anne heard a knock at the closed door.
"are you up?" a voice asked. unforunately, she knew exactly who it was.
"no!" she squeaked out. gilbert laughed from outside the door.
"can i come in?"
"yes." anne almost whispered it , hoping he wouldn't hear.
gilbert opened the door and walked over to anne, who now had her head in her hands. he sat down on the floor in front of the bed where she was sitting. waving a hand in front of her face, the boy sat silently while anne's head spun.
what the hell is happening?
when the girl finally looked up, her eyes fell on gilbert's. she tried not to notice how mussed up his hair was or the way his shirt fit him like really nicely. averting her gaze, anne scolded herself for lingering on his... attributes for too long. as she opened her mouth to speak and ask what happened, gilbert held up his hand.
"i know you probably have no recollection of last night. but we're out of coffee. i propose we go somewhere else? because it's almost two o'clock and i physically can't function without caffeine. then, i promise i'll tell you every detail. if you want."
he sighed and put his hand back down on his lap. anne just wanted answers but instead of asking a smart question, she said the first thing that came to mind.
"why didn't you go get some earlier?"
"i didn't wanna leave, you know. in case you woke up." he responded, nonchalantly. "but now miss shirley-cuthbert, you are up and i want coffee."
he stood up from his place on the floor and offered his hand to anne.
she took it and ignored the warmth that radiated from it. as gilbert walked into the kitchen and grabbed his keys, anne stood in the doorway of his room.
"i can't go out like this." she pointed to the men's XL shirt that was currently over her previously (and no longer) white dress. the boy looked puzzled before his face lit up with an idea. he ran down the hallway, disappearing from anne's view. he came back with a pair of women's athletic shorts and a smaller shirt. she took them, thankful but confused.
did he just have girls' clothes lying around? they were probably meredith's. ugh.
gilbert must've seen her puzzled look before she closed the door because he yelled from the kitchen.
"they're mary's clothes!"
mary? is he cheating on meredith?
anne shook that thought from her head. gilbert blythe was a lot of things but he was good person.
just as gilbert spoke, she heard another door in the house open. it must've been the front, because she heard two new voices.
"blythe!" "gilbert!" there were two different voices, a man and a woman. the voices, while distinguishable, were not familiar to her. anne thought she heard a baby cooing as well.
who was it?
anne finished changing, waiting for the right time to come out. gilbert's door must've been soundproof because she couldn't seem to make out anything anyone was saying in the kitchen.
feeling even more confused and embarrassed than before, she texted diana. anne needed an explanation right now.
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before anne could read diana's response, the door opened. a young woman stopped dead in her tracks, assessing the girl and situation before her.
"gilbert blythe, who is this girl in your bedroom wearing my clothes?" she questioned.
this must be mary.
anne cringed at her words and retreated farther into the room.
behind the woman, she saw gilbert run up to the doorway. soon after, another man appeared and stood by mary's side.
gilbert moved past the both of them and walked over to anne. he put one hand on her back and she straightened. her head hurt, a lot.
if i drank last night, this is defintely what a hangover feels like.
"bash, mary, this is anne. anne, this is sebastian and mary." she tentatively reached out her hand to the both of them while a smile slowly formed on the man's face.
"ah, you must be anne. i've heard so much about you! you know-"
before bash could finish speaking, the doorbell rang.
who else in gilbert's life did anne not know?
except once the person on the other side of the front door spoke, anne knew exactly who it was.
"gilly!"
no one said a word.
the doorbell rang once more, breaking the silence.
"gilbert, open the door, come on! we need to talk!"
the boy's eyes widened and his hand fell from anne's back.
