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for you, with love | gilbert blythe

request by @strawberriesblythe - i love this idea soooooo much it's so cute !!

having gilbert blythe as my best friend is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. he's so sweet and caring. he doesn't ditch me to hang with his guy friends, and he always takes care of me.

the other girls are jealous, especially ruby. but of course, i assure her that it's nothing more than a friendship. nothing more.

was it really nothing more? the way i'd catch him staring at me in class, the way my heart races every time he touches my arm, the way we always hang out after school...were we really just friends?

i groaned as these questions flooded my brain. currently i was sitting through another one of mr. phillip's boring classes. i rubbed my head, feeling a headache start to form.

a piece of paper hit my slate in front of me. i turned to see who it was from. gilbert. the corners of my mouth lifted to a small smile, and i turned to read the note.

"apple picking tonight?
xo gilly"

i rolled my eyes at the letter. xo? seriously? i turned back towards him and nodded. his face brightened, and he focused his attention back on mr. phillips. i did too, and class moved pretty fast from there.

as class came to a close, i became more and more fidgety. i twirled my hair around my finger, kept smoothing out my dress, and tried to think about anything other than my hidden feelings for gilbert blythe.

i finally admitted it to myself towards the end of class: i like gilbert.

i don't know if we'll ever be more than friends, but i do know that how i feel about him isn't a 'best friend' kind of feeling.

"hey," a familiar voice behind me said, causing me to jump. i must've zoned out the last part of class; everyone was gone and i was still sitting in my seat.

"hey," i said, my head shifting to look at the person. of course, it was gilbert. i stood up and grabbed my books, my hands slightly clammy.

"ready to go?" gilbert asked, and motioned towards the door. i gave him a bright smile and nodded. as we put on our jackets, i kept seeing him glance at me out of the corner of my eye.

we went out into the cool autumn breeze. as we walked down the dirt path towards the blythe's apple orchard, i shifted my eyes towards the ground. something between us was not right. it was awkward.

"so..." he began. he rubbed his hands together.

"so..." i replied, mimicking him. he glanced at me and chuckled.

"you were zoning out in class, y/n." shoot. i felt my cheeks heat up, and my eyes shot back towards the earth. he laughed.

"what were you thinking about?" he asked. his eyebrows were raised, and he was staring right at me. i shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"i don't know, everything other than school?" i mused. he started laughing again. i smacked his arm.

"what's so funny?" i teased. he smirked.

"you get all antsy when you're embarrassed." i blushed and fiddled with the buttons on my coat. he pointed at my hands. "see? you're doing it, right now!" i laughed.

"i guess you're right," i said.

we rounded the corner, and we finally arrived at the orchard. gilbert dropped his books off next to one of the trees, and picked up a basket laying around. i dropped my books next to his, and we started picking.

let me be honest, it was still a little bit weird between us, but i don't know why. it was like someone flipped a switch on our friendship, and turned it to 'angsty-teen-romance-relationship-thing'. i didn't like it.

at one point in our apple picking process, we both reached for the same apple. our hands brushed, and we moved our hands away. he blushed, but still looked me in the eyes.

"sorry," he mumbled, and continued picking. i shook it off.

we picked apples for about two hours, but i realized i had to get home.

"i have to go," i told gilbert. he made a sad puppy face. oh my gosh, irresistible. "sorry, gilly." i jokingly pinched his cheek.

"fine, i'll see you...tomorrow, maybe?" he asked. tomorrow's saturday...

"sure, anytime," i replied. i picked up my books and ran off, waving back at him. i felt him watch me run off. what is happening to us?

•the next day•
i slumped around my house for the whole morning. my mother is out of town, and father is at work. it was just me, home alone.

i wish gilbert would come visit. he sounded like he was going to, but i don't know. maybe he realized i'm not worth his time?

a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. could it be him? i just realized i never changed out of my pajamas. i was in my white and blue nightgown, with my blue robe tied loosely at my waist. i quick ran a hand through my messy hair, and pulled it up with a ribbon. oh well.

another knock. i slipped up to the door and pulled it open with a creak. it was gilbert!

"hello," gilbert said with a confused look on his face. darn, he saw the pajamas. "are you still...?"

"yes i'm still wearing my pajamas," i snapped. he raised an eyebrow.

"it's one in the afternoon."

"yes, well, my father and mother are both gone." i just then noticed he was holding something. "what's that?" i asked him, pointing at the unknown object.

he looked flustered. as he walked in the door, he handed the object to me. it seemed to be a circular pan, covered with a checkered rag. there was a note on the top. it read:

for you,
with love

i stared at the note, with its perfect cursive writing, and beautiful words. i looked back up at him. he was blushing.

"like...love? or love love?" i asked slowly. i felt my cheeks becoming hotter as i kept speaking. he fiddled with his fingers and looked at the ground.

"love love," he said softly. i pulled off the rag to reveal a gorgeous apple pie.

"did you make this?" i asked him. he nodded, but didn't make eye contact. i set the pan down on the table, and took both his hands in my own.

he seemed to finally be able to make eye contact. his expression changed from shy, to confused, to hopeful.

"i love love you too," i whispered. he laughed in awe, and pulled me towards him in a warm embrace. he smelled like apples and cinnamon...probably because he baked an apple pie.

"i was so scared to tell you," he said in my ear. i pulled far enough away that i could look him in the eyes.

"gilbert blythe? scared?" i teased. we were close enough now that i could feel his breath on my cheek. i decided to do the first impulsive thing in my life.

i pressed my lips onto his. he didn't seem surprised, and he pulled me closer. i cupped his cheeks with my hands, and i smiled in the kiss. that made him smile, and we both pulled away laughing.

"i love you so much," gilbert said, out of breath. i rested my forehead against his, and he twirled my hair around his finger.

"i love you more," i replied.

after that, we both ended up eating the whole apple pie, and we talked as if nothing had ever happened (but we held hands under the table).

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a/n - i loVE THIS IDEA SM IM DEAD and ok on a completely unrelated topic im thinking of writing a gilbert blythe story but idk if anyone would read it so ?? idk man ??