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Meanwhile, Gilligan was racing through the jungle after Mary Ann while the other castaways were discussing the situation.

"Mary Ann? Maaaaary Annnnnnn?" Gilligan shouted.

He had to find her. She was clearly upset because of Gilligan's response to the Professor asking if he loved her. Gilligan knew that he had to set the record straight because he really did love her.

Finally, after what seemed like ages of looking for her, Gilligan found Mary Ann sitting by the lagoon. He knew to come here to look for her because that's where they had kissed earlier that day. It had now become their unofficial "spot". Even through the darkness outside, Gilligan could tell that Mary Ann was still crying.

"Mary Ann, there you are. I was looking for you."

"Go away," she softly replied.

"Why did you run out like that? It's dark outside, and the Professor said we shouldn't be going out into the jungle alone at night."

"It doesn't matter."

"Can I sit down?" Gilligan asked, motioning to the spot next to her on the sand.

"I would like to be alone, please," Mary Ann said. Gilligan was the last person she needed to see right now.

"Well can you be alone with me?"

Mary Ann sighed at him and nodded. Something about his innocence and his attempt at cheering her up almost made her forget how upset she was. Almost was the keyword. Her heart felt so utterly broken after how Gilligan had answered the Professor's question.

The two sat alone in silence for almost half an hour. Mary Ann was beginning to grow impatient. She was perfectly fine with sitting at the lagoon alone and crying. Why should he come and sit next to her? Especially, since he wasn't going to even try to talk to her or say anything.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Mary Ann asked slightly annoyed.

"The sand sure is pretty tonight," Gilligan said.

It was a statement that only Gilligan was capable of making. Mary Ann didn't even bother to ask how sand could be pretty; she just wanted to know why he had come here to sit next to her.

"Gilligan, why did you follow me here?"

"Because you were crying, and I don't like it when you're upset," he responded.

Mary Ann couldn't help but be touched by the fact that Gilligan had gotten upset by her crying.

"You don't like it when I'm upset?" she asked.

"I don't like it when anyone's upset."

"Oh," Mary Ann said, her face falling. He didn't care that she was upset. He just didn't want anyone to be upset.

"You didn't let me finish," Gilligan said. "I especially don't like it if you're upset."

"Really?" Mary Ann asked, getting visibly happy again.

"Yeah, I really like you, Mary Ann. You're my best friend on this island. I would never want to see you upset."

"You like me?" she asked surprised. Was there a chance that Gilligan might love her?

"Of course, I like you. I like everyone here."

"Well, I know that. Everyone likes everyone here. We've all gotten to being the best of friends with what little happiness we've got on this island. But I mean do you like me as more than a friend?"

Gilligan had to pause to think for a moment. He knew that he saw Mary Ann as more than a friend to him, but he was scared of being rejected by her.

"Mary Ann, I do like you as more than a friend. Even more than a very best friend. My very best friend ever is Skinny Mulligan. And I definitely don't feel the same way about you as I feel about him."

Mary Ann smiled. Somehow, Gilligan could always make her feel better, even in his own Gilligan-like way.

"If you feel that way about me, then why did you tell the Professor that you didn't love me?"

"I couldn't say that in front of everyone," Gilligan said shyly. "Plus, Mrs. Howell kept talking about getting married and all that stuff."

Mary Ann laughed. She could admit that Mrs. Howell always went overboard with planning weddings and trying to get people on the island together. In fact, she wasn't all that disappointed when she first tried to set her up with Gilligan all those years back. They were just too young back then. They weren't ready to get married, much less completely cope with the fact that they were trapped on an island away from civilization.

"Gilligan, do you love me? You don't have to say if you don't want to, it's just that there's only the two of us here."

Gilligan thought again. Should he really tell her now? On one hand, she was right that it was only the two of them. He didn't have to worry about rejection in front of an audience. On the other hand, he was still nervous to tell her. What if she didn't like him back?

"I think I do," he said dumbly. He didn't know how else to say it.

"You think?" Mary Ann asked, her face dropping.

Gilligan knew that he had to say how he felt. It was now or never.

"Mary Ann, I do love you."

"You love me?"

"Yeah, I do. The reason I didn't say before is because I was afraid that you would reject me. I didn't think that someone like you would like someone like me. I always mess everything up for everyone.""

Mary Ann was completely overjoyed. He actually loved her!

"Gilligan, I don't think that you mess everything up. Sure, you can be clumsy sometimes, but who isn't. I don't think we'd be able to survive out here without you cheering us up everyday."

"Really?" Gilligan now had another question. "Do you love me, Mary Ann?"

"Yes, Gilligan, I do! I really really love you!"

Gilligan smiled. This could not have gone easier.

"Say, that wasn't that bad. All this love business is way easier than they show it in the movies."

Mary Ann laughed, "I guess it really wasn't that hard, after all. All it took was three years of getting stranded on an island."

"Maybe it's a good thing we never got rescued. Then, we never would've said we loved each other," Gilligan said.

"Then we all owe a thank you to Erika Tiffany Smith, The Mosquitoes, and Wrongway Feldman."

Mary Ann and Gilligan spent the rest of the night laughing and talking. Soon, they both got tired but didn't worry about going back to camp. Mary Ann fell asleep on Gilligan, and they spent the rest of the night in each others' arms.