in which a fiery red-headed girl and a charming hazel-eyed boy are madly, head over heels in love but have no idea yet.
.｡.:*☆ modern shirbert au
credit to characters goes to L . M. Montgomery ; based on " anne with an e "
started on august 30...
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chapter twenty six ; i want to be with you at midnight
Christmas had passed by before I knew it; I was too caught up in being obnoxiously happy, surrounded by my family and a brilliant array of food that Marilla seemed to be continuously baking.
Matthew had surprised both me and Marilla on the morning of the 25th when he took us outside to see the car he'd bought for me; it was a second hand, rusty orange pick-up truck but I fell in love immediately. I clung to Matthew for a full five minutes in complete shock, sobbing happily whilst Marilla tutted at her brother for not consulting her.
The rest of my gifts from the Cuthberts mainly consisted of books, and when I wasn't skipping around Green Gables belting out Christmas songs at the top of my voice, I was stretched out on the sofa with my head in Marilla's lap, reading my favourite passages out loud while she knitted.
I hadn't heard from Gilbert since that spontaneous hospital visit, but Charlie was hosting a party for New Years that night and I assumed that as his best friend, Gilbert would definitely be going.
Diana, adamant that this party was my chance to make a move on Gilbert, had enlisted Cole and Jerry to make sure that I was planning on going to Charlie's, much to my very vocal protests.
The two boys had rapidly become brother figures to me, something that I was grateful for every day. By this point I couldn't imagine not glancing up from my book to see them strolling into the kitchen, enthusiastically accepting Marilla's freshly baked goods before jumping on me and begging for a snowball fight or a lift in my truck.
I slid off the sofa with a groan, mixed feelings about the party going crazy in my mind. Mumbling profanities under my breath, I stumbled into the shower and quickly washed my hair, singing loudly to distract myself from the multitude of reasons why I shouldn't go to Charlie's that were rapidly forming in my head. Once I was back in my bedroom, it took me a while to fully untangle the birds nest that had formed on top of my head before I could curl it, giving me plenty of time to have a mental argument with these thoughts.
Diana's words of encouragement to use the party as an opportunity to tell Gilbert how I felt about him echoed through my mind as I aggressively brushed my hair, all of the fears I'd tried to supress since I accepted my feelings for the Blythe boy returning in an overwhelming rush.
I pulled on a short, black dress that I had bought with Diana a few days before, taking a moment to admire the places where the fabric gave the illusion of curves instead of my skinny frame. After a long period of silent deliberation, I finally convinced myself to leave my hair falling in loose waves down my back, hoping that the darkness of the house would mute the brightness of my hair.
