A/N- This is my first Anne of the Green Gables fanfic, and I haven't really read any of them before, so I hope it'll be good, but I hope the readers won't be too angry if it isn't. This was written at the suggestion at Lilies of Avonlea many months ago, and I only just realised that I was yet to post it.

Gilbert Blythe was furious. And hurt. But at the moment he was more furious than hurt, and it would be only after the heat of the anger subsided that his wounded feelings would make themselves felt. And the cause was Anne Shirley, the girl he had secretly loved since he had met her.

And though he had told himself several times that he didn't care a bit, fact was that Anne still had the power to hurt him, even after several injuries inflicted over the years.

Their acquaintance was an interesting one. Gilbert had teased her about her red hair once, many years ago, unaware that she was exceptionally sensitive in that regard. And despite his many attempts to apologize through the years, she refused to relent. And to Gilbert, today was the final straw.

Her words still rung in his ears. 'I shall never be friends with you, Gilbert Blythe; and I don't want to be!.' Gilbert had been so certain that she wouldn't rebuff him again. He could have sworn he had seen a wish to forgive and forget in her eyes, before they hardened and she uttered those hateful words. Though there was nothing he hadn't heard before, the almost certainty and the following disappointment proved to be too much. And at long last he had retaliated.

'All right!', he had sprung into his skiff with an angry color in his cheeks. 'I'll never ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley. And I don't care either!'

Gilbert was awfully angry. Here he was, doing everything in his power to make up for that little mistake years ago, and Anne... She behaved as though he had cut off her hair, not poked a little fun at them. He had apologized over and over again, in every possible way till today. Nothing could induce her to accept his apology.

Why ever did she behave like this? Why wouldn't she get over that little thing? Who did she think she was?

Gilbert's anger started dimming just a bit, and the hurt feeling started to overcome him. Was he so dreadful that she couldn't stand his presence at all? The other girls didn't behave like this. They didn't mind the good natured teasing. Why did she? Granted, she was unusual, but there was only so far a fellow could go, even for the love of his life.

She wasn't special, Gilbert told himself. She was just another girl, and there were many prettier, smarter, better girls than her in existence. Gilbert wouldn't humble himself anymore for her. She wasn't worth it.

But the trouble was, when Gilbert got over his anger, He'd know that she was worth it. She was worth it all, and if anything better existed, he couldn't care less for it. She was his perfection, and whatever she might think herself to be, she was better. As far as Gilbert was concerned, nothing better was possible, because she was perfect.

All that Gilbert Blythe wanted was Anne Shirley.

A/N- That was short, but I thought that writing any more wold ruin it. Do review and let me know how you liked it.