[I promise this is my last one for the night]
He had asked to escort Josie to the dance, not because he wanted to, but because the one he longed to ask refused to even speak with him. He was in the middle of yet another waltz with Josie, when she came in. He couldn't help but stare (much to Josie's disappointment, of course). Her red hair was down, pulled from her face witha blue bow. Her dress was light blue with puffed sleeves. Yes, she was beautiful. He knew how rude it was to stare, but. . .the way his heart pounded. . .he longed to be dancing with her.
He stood by the punch table, talking with the sister of a friend, when she came up. His heart pounded. How he longed to ask her to dance. But he knew how her and Diana Barry must have been thinking that Gilbert would do anything Anne asked. It was true, but he was not to be branded a fool. As much as he longed to dance with her, as much as he longed to hold her in his arms, he also knew she wouldn't enjoy it so he ignored her, which was hard, for all he wanted to do was take in her beauty and revel in the thrills she gave him. Out of the corner of his eye (he was taking glances at her, half hoping that she would leave, half hoping that there would be some sign that she actually wanted to dance with him) he saw Diana come up to Anne. He wished Diana a Merry Christmas and left the girls. He stood off eating some cake, watching the two girls danced. He realized he had hurt himself more than her (though he would later find out he had in fact hurt her too). He wanted nothing more than to fill her dance card with just his name. Would it really be so bad to dance with her even if it was just on a dare? He realized she had left her dance card unattended. He went and picked it up, then decided he needed to have some kind of contact with her. He was, afterall, a lovesick schoolboy.
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see. The reward for this faith is to see what you believe. ~St. Augustine
"Do you know what happens when you assume? I don't know, something about a donkey. Stupid American phrase." ~Michel (Gilmore girls)