Gilbert Blythe was never known to show interest in girls. He wasn't mean to them, of course, its just everyone knew that he was never one for relationships.

That didn't stop from the girls from crushing on him. They all liked him, whether is was openly or secretly. The town he lived in, Avonlea, was very small. Everyone knew everyone, so for years, he had never had a girlfriend. Never even showed an interest.

That was until she came along.

September, 1896 was when she first came to Avonlea mid-term. Some of the girls didn't like her, said she was strange, and would someone make fun of her for not having "girly interests". The boys made fun of her sometimes too, but eventually stopped once they got used to her. The girls were relentless, though.

He had heard rumors that she was an orphan, and was originally in a orphanage, before she was a servant once she reached 13. Then an old couple, Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert, took her in. Then she started going to school, which is when he had first seen her.

She was quiet. Not really in a mysterious, weird way. More like she just preferred to keep to herself. He hadn't seen her with any friends. She sat with the girls, but never really talked. He had seen her read before, and she would sit in the back of the class, usually zoned out.

He had never been interested in a girl, barely even looked at them. But he found himself sneaking glances at her in class,sometimes staring without realizing. After a few weeks, he had decided to maybe try and talk to you. So after school, when you were walking back to Green Gables, he had caught up to you. After a few moments, he spoke.

"You're um..new, right?"

He said, feeling an odd sense of nervousness that he had never felt before.