This is getting boring, 'cuz i still don't own anything except this stupid, predictable plot line
The radio had said that there was going to be an eclipse tonight. Just like the night way back when…
Flashback"Alright, class. I want everyone to meet me at the west entrance near the Lincoln wing at 9:30 sharp. We will go from there to the open soccer fields behind the school. It's a bit of a walk, so bring comfortable shoes. Any questions?"
One student raised her hand. "Professor Hinkley, what are we going to see?" The other students murmured in agreement at her question.
He mentally slapped himself. "There is going to be an eclipse tonight, and I thought it would be interesting, and it would fit into our unit. Any more questions?" No one raised their hand. "All right, class dismissed."
They'd had so much fun that night, watching the eclipse. Everyone had said it was the most fun thing in that course. He'd had so much fun teaching that night.
The Professor was woken out of his thoughts by someone calling, "Professor?" The voice belonged to Mary Ann.
"Mary Ann. Why can't you sleep this time?"
"Two reasons. But you have to tell me why you're up to hear the second one." After he nodded his head she continued. "Professor, I realized that I never had a chance to ask you why you were awake that one night. You already said that it wasn't because I had woken you up. I was wondering, since you fixed a problem of mine, if there was anything I could help you with."
The Professor stared somewhat dumbly at Mary Ann (A/N: is that even possible for the Professor?). Had she read his mind? He spoke, "There is a reason I've been staying up, but I don't see how it could be fixed." When Mary Ann looked at him questioningly, he continued.
"I…I miss my teaching, is all, Mary Ann. I miss the students who made it seem like I went through all those years of college for a reason. Each one was different, but they all wanted to learn. Their want of knowledge made teaching so much fun. I'd look forward to the days I had classes. I just…" he paused. "I have so many fond memories of so many different students. There isn't one that I don't miss."
"Professor," said Mary Ann soothingly. "Professor, I may not be as bright as some of the students you taught, but I was the head of my class in high school. You…you could teach me if you wanted to."
"Thank you, Mary Ann, but I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do-"
She broke him off. "But I do want to do it, Professor. I've always had a fascination for chemistry, and biology always looked like fun. And we could even see if any of the other castaways wanted to do it, and even if they didn't, you'd still be able to teach me. Oh, please, Professor, we'd have so much fun!"
He chuckled. "When you say it like that, Mary Ann, you make it sound like I'd be doing you the favor. All right, I'll do it, and thank you." He thought for a moment. "Mary Ann, if I remember correctly, there was more than one reason you couldn't sleep. I was wondering if you might share that second reason with me, so that we can both go off and get a good, rest-of-the-nights sleep."
"Oh, that, Professor. That wasn't anything important. Besides, I don't think you can help."
"Mary Ann," said the Professor with his eyebrows raised. "Isn't that what you said about y9our dance, and what I said about not being able to teach? What's bothering you?"
"Maybe you could help, Professor. There's…there's someone whom I like, here one the island, and…well…I don't know if he likes me, and I've given up hope of him telling me he likes me. What's the best way of…of telling him?"
During Mary Ann's confession, the Professor had turned away, not wanting to hear anymore. "OF course she would like Gilligan," he thought to himself. With envy for Gilligan in his head, he said, "Bake him his favorite dessert and say, 'Gilligan, I love you.'"
"But…but, Professor, I don't like Gilligan. At least not that way."
"Then bake the Skipper's favorite dessert and tell him you love him."
"Professor! What makes you think I like the Skipper?"
"Well, you don't like Gilligan, Mr. Howell's married…" He turned around. "You just implied that you don't like the Skipper…that means…" Mary Ann had stepped closer while his back was turned and was now smiling up at him.
"What's your favorite dessert, Professor?" she said innocently.
His eyes widened as she leaned in and quickly brushed her lips against his.
"Banana-crème pie," he said as he leaned in to kiss her back. "And Mary Ann, I think that that is a very important reason not to be able to sleep."
They both laughed, and spent the rest of the night on the beach, in each other's arms, watching the bright moon. Neither planned on being depressed again.
