These are the words I held back,

as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Gilbert stood in his own kitchen as he chopped some green apples to eat as Bash fed his small daughter. He chopped down fiercely, a confused frown on his face as a million thoughts raced around his mind. "Dashing...white...sergeant!" he muttered under his breath, sighing as he popped a piece of apple into his mouth. Bash looked up amused, lifting up the spoon and feeding Delphine. "What has this white sergeant done to offend you so much?"

"It's just...dancing is not my preferred way to spend an afternoon, that's all." Bash looked up at him, a mocking smile on his face as Gilbert put down the knife, cleaning up. "What, would have you preferred to have some alone time with Amelia so you could play kissy kissy guess who I'm in love with but I won't admit it?" mocked Bash, laughing brightly at the look on Gilbert's face as he shook his head, choosing to ignore Bash's comment.

"I just don't understand it." Bash saw the conflicted look on Gilbert's face and paused what he was doing as he sat back. "What's not to understand?"

"If I..." he paused, biting his lip as images of Amelia flickered through his mind. The day he first saw her. The day at the lake when he swam after her. How they used to pass notes secretly in class. She had helped him with his father's death. When they fought over him leaving. The letters they sent each other while he was away. Their reunion when he came back. Christmas night. Her constant support towards him. They had their ups and downs, but honestly, he didn't see him doing it with anyone else.

"If I feel something, for a...girl, does that mean..." he gulped, avoiding Bash's curious gaze. "she's the one I should marry?" Bash chuckled softly, scratching his head. "Not necessarily, Blythe." he paused as Gilbert frowned confused. "Attraction, yes, it's important. But love...that's what truly matters. And love is bigger, than those...feelings, you're talking about." Gilbert slowly nodded. "You know what I mean?"

"I think so." he muttered, and sighed, licking his lips. He couldn't through everything away if he wasn't sure he loved Amelia in that particularly way. I mean, sure, he was falling for her, he had been for a while now and those feelings hadn't disappeared, but would he marry her? He did want to spend the rest of his life next to hers, but it would be fine as friends. Would it?

"So...am I going to be surprised by who this girl is that you have feelings for?" Bash nudged Gilbert as he wiggled his eyebrows, smirking, as he talked about Amelia and how everyone knew there was chemistry between them. Gilbert blushed softly, smiling as he rolled his eyes, avoiding Bash's gaze. "Shut up."

Amelia bounced into the kitchen as she prepared herself and her father a cup of tea, humming softly the song that Moody had played as they danced, picking up two teacups as she waited for the water to boil in the pan. She tapped her foot to the music, and before she knew it, she started to move around to the song, closing her eyes as she danced as if she had a dance partner with her. She remember how warm Gilbert's hand felt holding hers.

She swung around and hit something as it crashed to the floor. She gasped, opening her eyes as she saw the teacup smashed in little pieces. She insulted herself under her breath and looked for the sweeping brush, crouching down to clean the mess, turning the stove off.

"Amelia, what was that crash?" her father stood in the doorway, chuckling as he saw she had dropped the teacup. "You okay?" she looked up at him and nodded, standing up and throwing away the shards of glass. "Sorry for the noise. My mind was just in other places." she chuckled, pouring the tea in another two teacups, stirring milk and sugar in. Her father, Frank, sat down in the kitchen table, saying a thank you when Amelia handed him his tea.

"Care to tell? You can trust in your dear old dad." he paused as Amelia leaned on the kitchen counter, staring at him with those baby blue eyes, same as her mother. She sighed, taking a sip as she savoured the hot drink. They hadn't had the chance to talk that deep in a while, as Frank was busy with his work and Amelia was running around with her friends, brother, studies and her paintings. It was neither of their faults, but Amelia did feel she could confide in her father.

"I'm just confused, uhm, about some...feelings, I've been having. For a while now." her father smiled awkwardly, wishing her mother was there, seeing as she would understand better, but he promised to try his best. He set the mug down on the kitchen table, crossing his arms over his chest. "Tell me more about these feelings."

Amelia twirled a lock of her blonde hair with her ring finger, biting down her lip as she sighed. "I've been developing them for a while now, but I just recently figured out how deep in this mess I'm actually in. And he's like a pillar to me, my best friend, and I'm scared of what my feelings could cause to our friendship." Frank nodded, deep in thought, thinking how it reminded him of his younger self with Flora, Amelia's mother. "Me and your mother were in a close situation at your age." he chuckled, looking down at his knees as he a memory resurfaced in his mind.

Amelia quirked an eyebrow, leaning forward as she smiled. "Oh yeah?" he nodded, scratching his moustache before answering. "We were best friends for the longest time. She told me she had feelings for me but I was struggling in that moment, so I turned her down, but our friendship never changed. It wasn't until she was engaged to another man that I realised I was deeply in love with her." Amelia raised her eyebrows surprised, curiosity getting the best of her. "And then what did you do?"

"I asked her not to marry him if she still loved me. And then I proposed." Frank frowned, turning towards his daughter. "Don't you be getting engaged without that boy asking for permission." Amelia turned a bright red as she looked away, groaning loudly at her father's laugh. "Dad!" she exclaimed, scrunching her eyes shut as she legs swing as she sat on the table. "Not appropriate." he shrugged, standing up as he cleaned his mug.

"Well, at least he's not engaged." she tilted her head, looking at the positive side, not really knowing. "Maybe he's waiting for you." he said, this time seriously as Amelia gnawed her lower lip. "Tell me what goes down between you two," he grinned at his youngest child as she rolled her eyes, jumping off the table. She would always be his little girl, no matter how much she grew. "Sure, Dad."

"I'm sure she wasn't herself at all. And for the first time ever, I was completely confounded by what Miss Stacy was saying." Anne said bewildered, her blue eyes staring at the girls. Sunday service had just finished and the girls stood with the papers in their hands as they stood outside the church. "What does she mean with steps of consent?" Ruby stressfully said.

"Perhaps it has to do with being escorted home." Tillie added, as Diana leaned in, widening her eyes as if it was some sort of sudden realisation. "Walking home? But there's no touching." Jane leaned into Amelia, smirking. "Unless it's rough ground." Amelia hid her laugh behind the back of her hand, as Josie rolled her eyes at the two of them. "And animals don't have to think...perhaps that's why they bear offspring so easily." Amelia listened in the conversation again.

"Perhaps Charlie is right then. Maybe intelligent and emotional females can't bear children!" Anne burst out, a worried look on her face as Amelia put on her thinking shoes on. "Emotional?" Ruby exclaimed as her eyes filled with tears at the thought of not having children ever. "Then you definitely aren't pregnant, Ruby." mocked Jane, as Amelia tried not to laugh again. It seemed that only her and Jane weren't worried. It just seemed preposterous.

"But I don't want to be barren!" Ruby shaked the newspaper she had in her hands, frowning ever so slightly. Amelia sighed, biting her lip. "It just doesn't seem right, tho. There's plenty of intelligent and emotional women who have had children. Look at Mrs Lynde, for example." Amelia explained, but the girls weren't a hundred percent convinced of Amelia's theory. They wanted proof. "They must be someone we ask so we can be sure." Diana said, as Anne scoffed under her breath, Amelia rolling her eyes.

And then, all too sudden, Gilbert exited the church, readjusting his hat as he finished talking with some other man who worked by in Charlottetown. The girls turned their heads to stare at the blonde, who widened her eyes as soon as she found out what they planned and shook her head. "No. This is preposterous." she crossed her arms over her chest, planting her feet, not planning to move.

The girls circled around her and pushed her as she struggled against six other girls until she stood in front of Gilbert, who stared at them all with an amused smile on his face, tucking the newspaper under his arm. "Anything wrong?" Diana nudged Amelia, as they all looked at her expectantly. "Amelia has a question that needs answering." Josie butted in, putting her in the spot. Amelia sighed resignedly, avoiding his gaze.

"Is it true that, uhm, emotional and intelligent women, are, you know..." she scratched the back of her head as he frowned at her, not knowing what she meant. "...doomedtobeinfertil?" she said quickly, hoping no one understood and she could leave fastly to avoid the awkwardness. She cleared her throat as Gilbert widened his eyes, pressing his lips together. "There's nothing that I've seen in my medical experience that would lead me to believe that. So, uh, no."

Amelia felt Anne visibly sigh in relief as she turned to the girls, with her hands on her hips, with a smirk on her face. "Didn't I say so?" Gilbert chuckled, raising his eyebrows at the blonde. "Any other...questions?" she stuck her tongue out at him, shaking her head. "Thank you, Doctor Blythe." he blushed slightly, which Amelia didn't notice, as he readjusted his hat. "Have a good day then."

Once he was out of hearing distance, Ruby frowned asked what could Gilbert have possibly seen to know that certain information, to which Amelia grimaced at the thought. "We need to stop listening to these nonsensical lies!" the redhead explained, as she suddenly smile."And I know exactly how! Meet me at night, at the meadow past the lake of shining waters." Amelia nodded curiously, promising she would be there.

And she did.

As soon as the sun disappeared behind the distant mountains in the horizon and night fell upon them, Amelia slipped out of her window quietly and walked barefoot to meet the girls, forgetting her shoes in her room, a lit up lantern in her hand. All the girls were dressed in their white night dresses, and Anne handed a flower crown made of twigs to each of them. Soon, they stood walking down the forest into a clearance, giggling as they struggled to keep quiet. Amelia's short blonde hair flew behind her as she helped the others gather rocks and sticks to build a fire that Ruby, with the help of Tillie, lit up with fire.

Soon, they all stood around the dangerous source of warmth, admiring the smell of burnt wood and the soft noise of crickets, as the moon's light shone on them, giving the girls a better source of light that the small lanterns they had brought with them. Anne had prepared them all pieces of cards with what they were supposed to say, praying to the goddess Beltane. The redhead stared, and soon they all chanted their parts, raising their sticks with light blue bows wrapped around them. "Walk with us, Goddess, so blessed are we!"

They all threw small white pebbles they had found on the way to the clearance in the small woods and chucked them into the fire, finishing the small ritual. Amelia giggled, and soon they were all screeching and dancing around the fire, with the upmost joy about being a woman. Amelia suddenly felt blessed, for being surrounded by such powerful and amazing young women. She lifted her hand,laughing as the others quietened down to hear what the blonde had to say for herself.

"I just wanted to say thank you all. You are all such powerful, emotional and intelligent women and I'm blessed to be a part of all of you, as you are of me." the girls cheered, applauding the statement as they celebrated to the night.

hey!

i'm aware this is more

of a filler chapter, but ithings start to get very

juicy.

also, i finished season 3 of

Sabrina this morning and omg,

best season yet.

loved it!

i was thinking of writing

a nicholas scratch fanfic

what y'all think?

fun fact!

my current playlist is

old taylor swift songs, high

school musical songs, teen beach

movie songs and louis

Tomlinson songs.