First name terms

35- Your perfect

A/N: Hellooo! How is everyone doing? I just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving this song here because it'll appear later in the chapter. You can play it if you want but it wasn't specifically made for you to do it.

Summer had arrived in Avonlea. The usually cold town was now filled with people bathing in pools, spraying water to their friends with hoses, and reading outdoors while their skin slowly turned into a golden tanned color. The snow turned into rain, and the sun that used to be just a lantern in the sky finally started heating the air.
Now that this season was here, Anne claimed it was her favorite one- even though her taste changed every time since she "felt in the mood" of Autumn, Spring, Summer or Winter depending on which one she had missed the most-, so she was making the most of it, just like Gilbert (and everyone) said she should. Her visits to the hospital didn't die down completely, they just became a little bit less frequent.
Her date with Noah was still pending, and it was all up to her. He had told her she could choose time, place, and day, without range nor limit, and she kept putting it off. Since the day he asked her out, he was waiting for a moment in which she'd be able to confront the situation... the thing is, it would never arrive and she'd eventually have to get it over with.
There was a couple that was going on dates: Gilbert and Winifred. The boy showed her the most interesting places in Avonlea, took her to Charlottetown and Kensington, and went to other spots she wished to visit. The British girl was living her dream, except for a certain redhead. Anne was a really interesting and noble person, and she would have liked her if she had been able to avoid the fact that she was extremely close to her boyfriend. Turns out Owen was right. Even though Gilbert didn't notice yet, she was extremely uncomfortable with their friendship, and that's why she usually tried to get him as further away from her as possible, which was unsuccessful; Blythe and Shirley's friendship was at its finest. Anne had started seeing him with different eyes after he returned from London. Before leaving he was a great friend and they were very close, but now she felt like if he were a kindred spirit... something even more special.

-Don't you just love summer? I feel like every trouble I have is like an ice-cream...- She rambled on, walking through the hot paths of the town with Gilbert- In winter they endure and are solid, but in summer they melt and become smaller. I think it's the sun that just spreads more joy, don't you think?

-Totally. But it appears that your problems are not so bad, huh? Ice cream? I would go for ice- he smirked, glancing at her playfully.

-Well, you get the idea.

Behind them were Bash and his wife, holding Delly's hand. The redhead had gone to the hospital to visit her father and had asked Blythe to accompany her, so the Lacroixs found it was a great opportunity to have Mary get some tests done because she had been feeling a bit under the weather lately.

-Hey, Blythe! I have to ask you a favor- a Trinidadian accent interrupted their conversation.

-Sure, as long as it doesn't involve trying something you cooked- he joked, a cocky eyebrow curving upwards.

-Says the boy who only knows how to make breakfast- Anne muttered from beside him, but he could hear her perfectly.

-It is a great breakfast, Shirley! And you put liniment in a cake instead of vanilla essence once, so...

-Blythe! I did a great job, that was Marilla's fault!

-She did a great job- Mary joined the conversation, defending the girl- And I have to say that, also, one of the funniest things ever.