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Weeks Later...
Sora sat on a rock near the lagoon. Gilligan sat on a rock right next to her. The first mate held a fishing pole, while the woman played her bamboo pipes. On her lap sat her songbook and makeshift pencil. Gilligan rocked side to side as the music went on.
"That's some real nice music, Sora," he complimented.
She paused to grin.
"Thanks Gilly. Got any nibbles?"
He shook his head.
"No. Not for a while now."
His stomach growled loudly. Sora let out a chuckle at the goofy boy.
"I'll go see if lunch is ready." She playfully ruffled his hat. "Please don't look in my song book, okay?"
He nodded. "Okay."
The emerald eyed woman stood up. Leaving her belongings on the rock, she headed back toward camp. It wasn't long until he started whistling the tune he had heard Sora play. As he continued, his eyes gravitated to the leather bound book lying on the rock. Almost immediately, he retreated his gaze. Not a moment later, his eyes shifted back to the book. Gilligan slapped his hand over his eyes, and forced his head to face the lagoon.
"Don't do it, Gilligan," he spoke to himself, "You said you wouldn't look."
He slowly parted his fingers from his face. His eyes poked through and stared at the book.
"What could it hurt?" he asked aloud.
"It could hurt me," Gilligan replied to himself.
"It's just a song book."
"But Sora said not to look in it."
"What if she has my favorite song in there?"
After a moment of debate, the first mate dropped his hand. His gaze surrounded the book. He gradually reached out his hand.
"Gilligan!"
Spooked, the first mate stood up and yanked the pole from the water. He spun to face the tree line. He scratched his head when he noticed no one there.
"Gilligan," Sora yelled again.
"Over here!"
The brunette broke through the brush. She raised a curious eyebrow at the first mate. She rolled her eyes and strolled over.
"Mary Ann says lunch is ready."
She bent down and scooped up her things. She grinned at Gilligan.
"Ready?"
He nodded his head vigorously. The pair started walking back to camp. They walked and talked through the trees. Gilligan soon had Sora laughing. Not long after, the two strolled over to the table and sat down. The duo continued to talk while they waited. The Skipper, Ginger, and the Howells soon joined them.
"So, what's in your book anyhow?" inquired the first mate.
Sora's cheeks immediately flushed with embarassment. Her eyes shifted from each castaway.
"W-Well, uh, personal things as well as not so personal things," she sputtered out.
"I thought you said it was a songbook," the Skipper stated.
"It is. I base my songs on real events or emotions."
"Oh," squealed Ginger, "That's how I would use my emotions on set."
"How's that, dear?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"When the director needed me to cry, I would think of the saddest things I could. It always made it more dramatic," the actress explained.
While she had been talking, the Professor and Mary Ann sat at the table as well. The food had been laid out as well. The eight castaways began to eat.
"So, what have you written about?" the Skipper asked the brunette.
She swallowed her food. She hesitated.
"Uh, I wrote about the play we did for Ginger. I wrote a few just for the Howells-"
"What about the ones we haven't heard?" suggested Mary Ann.
"Oh! Um." Sora lowered her gaze as she gripped the book. "I wrote about the cliff, the island, all of you," she whispered the last one.
Ginger clapped her hands together.
"That's wonderful! You could play us all our songs."
"Well I-"
She was cut off by the excitement from the others. Sora lowered her gaze again as her cheeks burned red. The first mate noticed. He grinned at her.
"You don't have to play my song," he told her.
She glanced up at him. She smiled slightly.
"Thank you."
The rest of lunch was filled with chatter and eating. Sora said little as she munched on her food. Thankful that the meal was over, the brunette began to help clean the table, leaving her leather book. An ominous hand reached out and grabbed the book from the bench.
Mary Ann and Sora continued to clean. When they were done, the two walked back toward the table. Sora let out a yelp.
"What is it?" the farm girl questioned in puzzlement.
"My songbook! It's gone!" She began to pace. "Oh no. No, no, no, no, no."
"Sora, calm down. I'm sure someone just brought it back to your hut."
The brunette stopped for a moment. She nodded.
"You're right. I should go check."
The emerald eyed woman sped away. Mary Ann sighed.
Elsewhere...
Gilligan hummed to himself as he headed toward his hut. He opened the door. Noticing the Skipper, he started talking.
"Hey Skipper, have you seen Sora's songbook?"
The round man shot from his chair. His hands were behind his back. He glanced around nervously.
"What? No. Was she missing it?" he stumbled out.
Gilligan's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"Skipper! You have her-"
He was cut off as the Skipper covered his mouth.
"Sh! Keep quiet, Gilligan. I only wanted to see what she wrote about me."
The first mate muffled through the man's hand. The Skipper rolled his eyes.
"I know some of it's personal."
Gilligan muffled again.
"I only want to see the song about me."
The goofy boy muffled an even longer sentence. The burly man raised his eyebrows.
"Really? She won't stop looking?"
Gilligan slowly nodded his head. The Skipper let his hand fall from the first mate's face. He began to pace.
"Come on, little buddy. Please don't tell her," he pleaded.
"Gilligan, did the Skipper say if he saw it?" Sora gasped. "Skipper!"
The round man lowered his gaze as he set the book onto the table. Gilligan stood, stunned, in between the two. Sora's lips were pursed in irritation. Her nose and cheeks dictated how furious she was at the man. The Skipper chanced a glance at the woman only for her to narrow her eyes. She snatched the book and walked out of the hut. Both men let out a breath they had been holding.
The Professor walked through camp. He grinned as he saw his roommate. It disappeared once he noticed her crimson nose and cheeks. He gulped. Sora stomped past him and into the forest. The perplexed Professor walked into the hut. The Skipper held his head in his hands.
"So, you were the one who took it?" the intelligent man asked.
"I just wanted to know what she wrote of me," the round man paused, "I don't know why she got so upset."
"She did say she uses real events and emotions. She may have a secret or two she doesn't want us to know," The Professor suggested.
Gilligan's eyes lit up in recognition. He slowly began to inch out of the hut.
"Why would she want that?" asked the Skipper.
The other man shrugged.
"I'm not sure. She could have psychological blocks that prevent her from trusting anyone fully."
"What about Henry? She seemed to trust him."
The Professor bit back a simmering anger before responding.
"But she didn't. Do you remember how she acted when he first came into camp? She didn't want anything to do with him."
"That's right!"
"Besides, everyone has secrets, Skipper."
The Skipper glanced around.
"Hey, where's Gilligan?"
Sora held her knees to her chest, concealing her songbook. Her emerald eyes watched the vast ocean lap against the rocks and shoals. The wind blew slightly.
"Sora," Gilligan called from behind.
The brunette waited for her friend to find her. A moment later, Gilligan sat down next to her. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I will be," she muttered.
"You wrote about wanting to stay here, didn't you?"
She nodded slightly. A tear rolled down her cheek. The first mate wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"I didn't mean to get shipwrecked, but I meant to leave," she admitted, "I couldn't take it anymore."
"What couldn't you take?" Gilligan asked hesitantly.
"Everything. My mother wanted me to be a nurse, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. She didn't care what I wanted to do. My dad never wanted to talk about it. Henry seemed like he listened. It seemed that he understood, but he didn't. He betrayed me, twice."
By this time, her tears were cascading down her cheeks. Gilligan rubbed her shoulder, not knowing what else to do. A long time past before either spoke again.
"It's getting dark," muttered the first mate, "we should head back."
Sora nodded. The pair stood up and started their trek back to the huts. Almost immediately, they saw the Skipper. Sora slowly let go of Gilligan's arm as she headed over to him. The round man spun around, unsure of what to do. The brunette lowered her ashamed gaze.
"Skipper, I'm sorry I was angry with you."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken your book."
The woman let out a little giggle.
"I suppose both of us are to blame."
"I guess so," he paused, "Well, goodnight Sora."
"Goodnight Skipper."
Again, I'm super sorry this took nearly a month to update. Anywhoosal, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Hopefully you caught some insight to Sora and her problems. If you are at all confused, don't hesitate to ask (I do better at answering those than updating). Please continue to R&R, there's always room for improvement. I'm thinking on doing a valentine's day chapter, but I'm hesitant. Let me know if I should or not. There are no reviews to answer right now, so that's pretty much it. Thank you for all your support and kindness! Have a wonderful Valentine's Day(or singles awareness day if you prefer)! Stay amazing you awesome people!
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