A/N: I'm going to throw another shoutout for my GI roleplay! Could someone at least make a Skipper account? I'd love you forever! Well...you can make anyone you want besides Ginger and Mary Ann haha! My account is .gilligan, just let me know!
Chapter Eight
1965
"Oh, Gilligan, come and take this chair. It's the most comfortable." Mrs. Howell said as the first mate walked into the hut. She led him over to the chair, Mr. Howell behind them.
"Thank you for inviting me over tonight." Gilligan said as he sat down.
"Well, it's the least we could do after the way you helped me this morning." Mr. Howell said.
"But I broke your priceless, one-of-a-kind, solid gold camera."
"Yes, you did, didn't you?" Mr. Howell held his hands out like he was going to grab the young man by the neck, making Gilligan lean back. There were a few soft knocks on the door.
"Oh, there's someone at the door." Mrs. Howell walked over to it, smiling. The sound made the millionaire stop and Gilligan relaxed a little more. "Come in." the door opened and Mary Ann walked in with a grin on her face. "Oh, Mary Ann, what a surprise!"
"It is?" Mary Ann looked a little confused. "You did ask me over."
"Oh, yes, of course." At this, Gilligan stood up from his seat. In his hands he held his hat. Mary Ann held her clutch purse in hers. "Gilligan dropped in, too. Isn't that nice?"
"Hi, Gilligan." Mary Ann couldn't stop smiling.
"Hi, Mary Ann." Gilligan smiled back.
"Now, isn't this cozy? Sit down right here." Mrs. Howell motioned for the two to sit. Mary Ann sat down first and then Gilligan did the same. "Thurston, haven't we got some champagne cooling in the stream?"
"One of our last bottles." Mr. Howell said.
"Oh, marvelous! We must get it at once!" she blew out a candle and walked over to the door, Mr. Howell behind her. "Now, you two children sit there and chat, and we'll be right back." She blew out three more candles and then the Howells left the hut. For a few minutes, Mary Ann and Gilligan sat there in silence. Mary Ann shifted around nervously while Gilligan looked at his hat for a few seconds before he tucked it under his arm.
"Is something bothering you, Mary Ann?" he asked.
"No, Gilligan." The farm girl looked at him quickly. "No." she smiled. "Well...I do want to thank you for the flowers."
"Oh, I didn't give you those flowers. Mrs. Howell did."
A look of confusion swept over Mary Ann's face. "Mrs. Howell? Ginger said you left them."
"I did. For Mrs. Howell."
"Oh..." this time, Mary Ann looked disappointed. "I guess I just..." she took in a deep breath. She just couldn't say it. "I thought maybe..."
Gilligan's eyes widened. "Oh... Then you mean that you... And Ginger was... The guys were right."
"I guess there's been a misunderstanding."
A pang of disappointment hit both of them in the stomach, but neither showed it.
"Yeah, I guess... Tell you what, Mary Ann... Tell you what... If I was gonna spend all morning picking flowers for someone..." Gilligan messed with his collar. "I'd certainly pick those flowers for someone as sweet and nice as you are." He unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. Mary Ann smiled at him.
"That's an awfully sweet thing to say, Gilligan,"
"It was an awfully sweet thing for you to think that."
"Not half as sweet as you." Mary Ann placed a hand on his arm. That was when he knew. His heart started doing little flip flops and butterflies seemed to form in his stomach.
"I'm not...you're twice as sweet as me."
1978
Mary Ann stared at the top of the ceiling. A smile was plastered onto her face when she thought about that day. When she thought about that, about the kiss from two days ago. Ginger had gone Ohio to get together with the Professor for the weekend.
The Kansas girl hopped off of the bed and walked out of the room. She walked into the kitchen and smiled to herself. As quietly as she could, she dug for a pie pan. She took it out and set it down, getting some ingredients. She walked over to the radio and turned it on, singing along softly. She heard the TV turn on in the other room and she looked around the doorframe. She saw Gilligan standing in front of it and then sit down, satisfied with whatever channel it was on. Automatically, she grinned.
"Good morning." She said in a sing song voice. Gilligan looked at her as she walked over to him. He smiled.
"Hey, Mary Ann."
The brunette sat in his lap and kissed his cheek. "How'd you sleep?"
"Good I guess. I had a really weird dream."
"You want to tell me about it?"
"Sure!" he paused for a second. "But I can't remember it..."
"That's okay." She kissed his forehead. Then she looked at him and fixed his hair a little bit. The first mate leaned up and kissed her softly. They pulled away a little bit and Mary Ann giggled happily. "You know what? I think you kiss better than Herbert."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You're so good, I want to come back for more." She blushed and kissed Gilligan again.
...
At the marina, Mary Ann leaned on the side of the Minnow II, Gilligan next to her. "This really is a beautiful boat, Skipper. You did a great job."
"Thank you, Mary Ann." Jonas smiled. The three of them were just relaxing after everything that had happened.
"I helped paint it." Gilligan looked at his shoes.
"Well so did I." Mary Ann took his hand in hers.
"I'll be right back; I'm going to...check the mail." The Skipper started to leave.
"You just checked it." Gilligan looked a little confused.
"Yes...well...Gilligan I wanted to check it again." In reality, Jonas just wanted to let the new couple have some time together.
"Why?"
"Gilligan, would you stop asking questions!"
"Sorry."
The Skipper rolled his eyes and left. Mary Ann giggled and looked up at her new boyfriend. She smirked slightly and took his hat off of his head.
"What's with you and my hat?" Gilligan raised an eyebrow.
"I just like taking it."
"Why?"
"Because. I love your hat. It's a part of you, in a way." She held the hat close to her. "I love your hat like I love you." She blushed.
"I love you too. At least I think I do." Gilligan furrowed his eyebrows. Mary Ann shook her head, stared up at the sky and sighed.
"Oh, Gilligan."
"What?"
"Either you know you love me or you don't."
"But I don't."
"How do you feel when you're around me?"
"Um..." he thought for a second. "I'm scared I'll mess up, and I have a funny feeling in my stomach."
"And when I'm gone?"
"When you're gone, I can't stop thinking about you. You're always on my mind."
Mary Ann blushed and looked at him. "Gilligan."
"What?"
"That's love."
"Oh. Well then, I love you too."
Mary Ann giggled like a little schoolgirl and kissed his cheek. "Good."
