Finally, today was Saturday so I didn't have school.
Everything Diana and Cole told me yesterday kept repeating in my head.
I mean. Yes, Gilbert is not as bad as I thought. But, that doesn't mean we are buddies or anything more.
He obviously likes Ruby, now. If he didn't, why did he agree to study with her? Ugh, I couldn't care less.
Yet, you're still thinking about it.
Well, you remind me.
Anne, you're talking to yourself.
More like thinking.
I chuckle at my joke. Okay, maybe it wasn't my best one.
But, Gilbert and Ruby are-
Okay, that's enough for one day. I'll go downstairs, eat and help Marilla for now. Then, I'll figure out what to do.
I was in front of the door when I face-palmed myself.
Anne, you're still in your pajamas.
It's Gilbert's fault.
He is not even here.
In my heart, he is.
Wait. What? Oh no. Okay Anne focus.
I quickly got ready and ran downstairs.
Marilla was putting bread on the table and Matthew was still outside with Jerry.
"Anne, darling are you okay? You seem a little bit shaken up." asked Marilla worried.
"I'm fine. Don't worry." I said.
"Are you sure? Maybe, you're sick. I can get Gilbert. He is not a professional doctor yet but he knows quite a lot, from what I've heard he is studying none stop."
"Marilla, I'm fine. Also, if I was sick. I would rather stay that way, than ask Mr Blythe for a favor."
"Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. Where are your manners?" Marilla demanded, disappointed.
"I'm sorry, Marilla." I said.
"Besides, today you are going to his and Bash's house to give them a pie. I made too many and they're excepting it." said Marilla.
"Okay... " I said not in the mood to argue.
"On the bright side. Your friend Ruby will be there. I heard Gilbert is helping her. That's a very kind thing of him to do."
My eyes got two times bigger after I heard that.
"How do you know?"
"Well, Bash asked to Matthew if he could help us today and he told me." said Marilla.
"Bash is working at the farm?" I asked.
"Of course." said Marilla.
"Why can't he take the pie himself? After he is finished I'm sure he won't mind."
"Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. You will take the pie and that's final."
"But-"
"If it's about Gilbert Blythe. That kid had done nothing but respect you. Why do you dislike him so much?" asked Marilla, curiously.
"I just do."
"Why?"
"Because."
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Why can't I love you?
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