A/N: Bonus chapter! Hope this helps you all have a nice Monday!
In the Professor's hut...
The Professor awoke the next morning happy and ready for the day. This was not a common feeling on the island, especially these days when morale was at an all-time low. But today was different. He could feel it in the air that something good was going to happen that day. Maybe it was a premonition or maybe it was only the exceptional dream he had had last night about a certain red-headed actress.
The Professor had always had a thing for Ginger Grant, but he just did not know how to go about telling her his real feelings. He always assumed that someone who was used to being around the glitz and glamor of Hollywood would never return the affections of a plain professor from Ohio. Sure, the two of them had their share of passionate kisses every once in a while, but he felt she would forget all about him once she returned to her regular life.
Of course, he planned on eventually telling Ginger about the way he felt about her; he just wanted to wait for the right time. He knew he had to approach it like one of his many science experiments: carefully and steadily.
He just wished that he could have had more experience with the matters of the heart. The Professor did not know anything about love or romance. He had never even felt he was in love with anything besides his work. That is, until he met Ginger of course. Now, he knew he had to wait for the perfect opportunity so that he could reveal his true feelings to her.
The Professor got out of bed and got ready for the day. He brushed his teeth with toothpaste he made from some mint leaves they found on the island and showered using soap he had made from native flora. It even surprised him sometimes how he was able to make so many things out of the simplicities of their island. After showering, he went back into his hut to get dressed.
As he was getting to the door, he could see a thin slip of paper that had been slid underneath. He picked it up and read what the note said in neat cursive font.
"You have been cordially invited to the annual Howell Cotillion Ball. Festivities will begin Friday at sunset. Dress formally in your nicest clothes. If nice clothes are not available, Thurston Howell III himself will be happy to provide you with a suit. Bring a date if possible. - Eunice Wentworth Howell and Thurston Howell III"
The Professor smiled to himself. Of course the Howells would feel the need to throw a party on their island. He thought it was a good idea, however. He was well aware of the low morale on their island and thought the party may boost everyone's spirits. Morale had been the lowest since the time when he needed to employ Ginger's help to convince everyone she was a psychic. He smiled thinking fond memories of the two of them working together. They sure made a good team.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
"That's it!" he exclaimed to himself.
He could ask Ginger to the party!
He knew Mary Ann and Gilligan would be going with each other because the two of them had become sort of a couple and were inseperable. He always had a feeling the sailor had been attracted to the farmgirl, and he was genuinely happy the two of them had found each other.
That only left the Skipper as potential competition. He had felt sometimes as if he might have harbored some feelings for Ginger, but he never acted on them so the Professor didn't think too much of it. But now, he couldn't help but feel a bit insecure on if Ginger would accept the Skipper's affections if he ever acted on them. The Skipper was a rough navy type, and he knew some women liked that. He just didn't know if she would prefer that over himself.
The Professor tried to push the thoughts out of his mind. If the Skipper hadn't acted on his affections yet, there wasn't anything saying he would start now. He knew he had to tell Ginger how he felt about her, and the perfect opportunity had manifested itself through the Howells' party invitation.
He would just have to own up to the fact that he had to accept his fate if Ginger in fact did reject him.