in the name of love ⌲ gilbert blythe

06 | Gilbert Blythe Simply Can't Keep Control

        

                      GILBERT BLYTHE

           SIMPLY CAN'T KEEP CONTROL

I DIDN'T KNOW what I liked so much about her. Maybe it was her eyes, or her lips, or her personality. I guess I'll just say it now.

I loved just about everything about Amelia Fulton.

Even her name sent waves of ecstasy throughout my insides. Her name brought the biggest smile I would've ever smiled in a whole lifetime to my face.

I didn't care what the others said about her, I didn't care what Billy Andrews or Josie Pye said about her.

She was perfect in a non-humanly way in my eyes.

I couldn't help but doze off in daydreams about the dirty blonde-headed girl as my friends drowned in conversation, which I expected they thought I was listening to, for they had apparently been repeating my name for quite some time now.

"Gilbert?" Moody spoke my name, waving his hand in front of my face. "Gilbert, you look like you've seen the Lord himself. What are you thinking about?"

I squeezed my eyes shut for a split second before opening then again and shrugging my shoulders, looking down at my apple I had packed for lunch.

"Nothing." I didn't see their reaction, for I was too focused on the girl who was sitting in a circle with Anne, Diana, and Ivy. Why couldn't I get her out of my mind? I've barely even talked to this girl, yet I simply couldn't control myself when I thought of her. My emotions would always win the war.

"Gilbert, don't tell me you have a crush on one of those four," Billy spoke up, nodding his head over to Amelia's group. I raised an eyebrow as I looked back to him.

"Why would that be such a bad thing?" I questioned him, tilting my head slightly. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared into my expression.

"You don't want to date one of those dirty dogs, Anne or Amelia, right?"

That one sentence was all it took to send me over the edge.

"Hey, what's your problem?" I spoke up, my voice raising just enough for everyone's full attention to shift to the two of us.

"What do you mean?" He inquired, one of his eyebrows raising. I clenched my fists at his next statement. "I don't even see one bit of attractiveness in the red head. As for the blonde, yeah she's just a little piece of trash."

I looked over to Anne and Amelia to see they both looked down before Amelia looked up at him with an angry expression.

"Billy, you have—"

"Then why'd I see my name carved with yours on the Sweetheart Tree?" Amelia had cut me off, just as I was about to fire back at him. But the question coming out from her mouth shocked me out of my mind. I snapped my head towards Billy, who had shifted his gaze to his twiddling thumbs. Meanwhile, the others in the room had began to snicker.

"Billy?" I spoke his name softly, but he didn't look back up. "Is that true?"

He looked up at me with a glare before turning to Amelia, the same glare remained on his face.

"You can't prove that it was me dog breath," he snapped at her.

"Oh please, I can see liar written across your face," she snorted. "How pathetic you are."

And at that moment, for once in my whole entire life, I saw a look of defeat spread across that face you would recognize as Billy Andrews's.

"I did carve my name with yours on the Sweetheart Tree," he admitted, his face turning a bright shade of red. "But—"

The people in the schoolhouse bursted into laughter, and I actually felt bad for him. I put a hand on his shoulder and nodded my head to him once he had looked up into my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I spoke. "This went a little too far."

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"I'm home!" My voice vibrated throughout the whole house as I walked through the door that led into the inside. After setting down my bag on the floor next to the front door, I set off into my father's room.

A warm smile appeared on his face as I entered his bedroom, where he was laying tucked under his bed sheets.

"How was school today Gilbert?" His hoarse voice rang throughout my ears, causing a tinge of pain. My father's voice didn't soothe me as much as it used to, for he was far too sick to speak with a soft voice.

"It was alright," I chuckled, taking a seat on a wooden chair I had pulled up to his bed. "How was your day?"

He gave a weak shrug as he coughed into his forearm.

"It was alright I suppose," he answered, wiping his dry lips with a soft white handkerchief. "Do you have homework?"

I nodded my head. "Yes sir." He sent me a warm smile before patting my hand, which I had put on shoulder only a few seconds ago.

"Why don't you go and do it, then we'll talk some more later." I nodded my head in response before slowly standing up from my seat and walking back over to my bag, which I had placed onto the floor.

Suddenly, my thoughts went back to Amelia again. I just wished she would at least be my friend, for at the moment I felt like dying inside due to lack of communication with her.

As I set my bag down onto the dining table and pulled my slate out, I couldn't help but picture that in a perfect world, Amelia and I were lovers.

It seemed so cliche, for again I haven't even talked to her long enough to know her personally. And we only met about a week ago. But something about her made a smile appear on my face, and suddenly the area and perimeter of a trapezoid didn't seem so important.

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That night, I found myself sneaking downstairs to grab a wooden pencil and a piece of paper. Once I did, I quietly snuck back upstairs, cautiously so I didn't risk waking my father up from his slumber, and into my room once again.

I took a seat at my small wooden desk and began to draw the outline of a face, a very familiar face, one I've seen in my dreams many times. The picture came perfectly into my head as I began to sketch the gorgeous facial features of the one girl who keeps me up at night.

That night, I found myself sketching a picture of Amelia Fulton. And I didn't give one damn about it, for I couldn't control myself.

oof, this was a short chapter but i wanted to write one in gilbert's point of view, so here you go!