Disclaimer: Characters and show not mine. Sherwood Schwartz's, et. al.
Chapter Five Scene One
Later that evening, Gilligan stopped by and asked Mary Ann to go for another walk. They walked along, holding hands, neither one saying much. Mary Ann was feeling somewhat shy and embarrassed about the incidents of the morning. Yes, Ginger had told her that Gilligan had said he loved her, but now Mary Ann wasn't so sure. What if Gilligan didn't remember saying it? Or, worse, what if he had just told Ginger that to get rid of her? And that kiss! She was so embarrassed about that now. She didn't have much more experience with men than Gilligan had with women, and she had never kissed anyone like that before. And she had done it in front of everyone! She just felt so confused.
Gilligan wondered why Mary Ann was so quiet. "Is something wrong, Mary Ann?" Being Gilligan, he always thought he must have done something wrong.
"No, Gilligan." Mary Ann stopped and turned toward him, taking both his hands in hers. "Well, yes--I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of everyone this morning. I don't know what came over me."
Gilligan looked let down. "Oh--you didn't want everyone to know about us."
Mary Ann quickly backtracked. "No, no, Gilligan. I want the whole world to know about us. I just didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"I did feel uncomfortable--but in a good way." Gilligan blushed.
Mary Ann smiled. She just had to ask him--she had to know. "Gilligan...Ginger told me something this morning. She told me...well...that you told her you love me." She watched his face closely.
Gilligan looked stunned, then uncomfortable. "Uh....yeah....Mary Ann...."
Mary Ann looked hurt. She thought he was going to tell her he didn't mean it. "Oh." She looked at the ground, taking her hands away from his. "Gilligan, if you didn't mean it...if you just told her that to get rid of her, well...it's OK."
Gilligan didn't know what to say. How could he tell her how he felt? Everything in his life had changed in the past 24 hours. How could he tell her he loved her more than anything in the world? He had barely been able to use the word "like". He took a deep breath, and lifted her chin so she faced him. He could see she had tears in her eyes. "I...I did mean it. I do love you, Mary Ann."
Mary Ann slowly realized what he had said. "Oh, Gilligan!" She threw her arms around his neck, almost knocking him over. She started crying for real- -happy tears. They stood there for a moment--she was crying, he was confused about why she was crying.
She pulled back from him and put her hands on his face. "I love you, too." It took Gilligan a moment to realize she wasn't crying because she was upset--and then he realized what she had said.
"Really?" He hated the way his voice cracked when he was nervous. "You do?"
"Yes! Yes, Gilligan, I do!" She kissed him then, and it was a long time before they went back to their huts.
Scene Two
Gilligan lay awake in his hammock. The Skipper had long since started snoring, but Gilligan just couldn't sleep. This was ridiculous--he was exhausted, and he had a long day of work ahead of him. He just couldn't shut off his brain--which was a new experience for him. He could usually sleep anywhere, anytime. He just couldn't stop thinking about Mary Ann. She had worn her midriff-bearing top tonight, and, for some reason, this was what he was thinking about. He didn't understand why this was bothering him so much. He sighed and climbed out of his hammock--he might as well go get some fresh air.
Mary Ann woke up during the night and decided to step outside and get some air. She was surprised to see Gilligan at the table, sitting with his head down on his folded arms. He had told her earlier that he hadn't slept the night before because he couldn't stop thinking about her, but she thought he would surely sleep tonight--he must be exhausted. She walked over to him.
"Gilligan?", she asked quietly, in case he was asleep.
"Hmm?", he answered, not raising his head or looking at her.
"Are you all right?" She walked up behind him and massaged his back and shoulders.
"Just having trouble sleeping", he mumbled. She could feel him starting to relax as she continued rubbing his shoulders.
After a few minutes, she said, "why don't you go on back to bed? Maybe you can sleep now."
He started to get up. "Yeah, maybe I can. Thanks." He turned and saw her for the first time. She had on her night shirt, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. Mary Ann, seeing him staring at her, suddenly realized how little she had on.
Gilligan wearily rubbed his eyes and started trudging back toward his hut. "Oh boy", he mumbled. "I may never sleep again."
Chapter Five Scene One
Later that evening, Gilligan stopped by and asked Mary Ann to go for another walk. They walked along, holding hands, neither one saying much. Mary Ann was feeling somewhat shy and embarrassed about the incidents of the morning. Yes, Ginger had told her that Gilligan had said he loved her, but now Mary Ann wasn't so sure. What if Gilligan didn't remember saying it? Or, worse, what if he had just told Ginger that to get rid of her? And that kiss! She was so embarrassed about that now. She didn't have much more experience with men than Gilligan had with women, and she had never kissed anyone like that before. And she had done it in front of everyone! She just felt so confused.
Gilligan wondered why Mary Ann was so quiet. "Is something wrong, Mary Ann?" Being Gilligan, he always thought he must have done something wrong.
"No, Gilligan." Mary Ann stopped and turned toward him, taking both his hands in hers. "Well, yes--I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of everyone this morning. I don't know what came over me."
Gilligan looked let down. "Oh--you didn't want everyone to know about us."
Mary Ann quickly backtracked. "No, no, Gilligan. I want the whole world to know about us. I just didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"I did feel uncomfortable--but in a good way." Gilligan blushed.
Mary Ann smiled. She just had to ask him--she had to know. "Gilligan...Ginger told me something this morning. She told me...well...that you told her you love me." She watched his face closely.
Gilligan looked stunned, then uncomfortable. "Uh....yeah....Mary Ann...."
Mary Ann looked hurt. She thought he was going to tell her he didn't mean it. "Oh." She looked at the ground, taking her hands away from his. "Gilligan, if you didn't mean it...if you just told her that to get rid of her, well...it's OK."
Gilligan didn't know what to say. How could he tell her how he felt? Everything in his life had changed in the past 24 hours. How could he tell her he loved her more than anything in the world? He had barely been able to use the word "like". He took a deep breath, and lifted her chin so she faced him. He could see she had tears in her eyes. "I...I did mean it. I do love you, Mary Ann."
Mary Ann slowly realized what he had said. "Oh, Gilligan!" She threw her arms around his neck, almost knocking him over. She started crying for real- -happy tears. They stood there for a moment--she was crying, he was confused about why she was crying.
She pulled back from him and put her hands on his face. "I love you, too." It took Gilligan a moment to realize she wasn't crying because she was upset--and then he realized what she had said.
"Really?" He hated the way his voice cracked when he was nervous. "You do?"
"Yes! Yes, Gilligan, I do!" She kissed him then, and it was a long time before they went back to their huts.
Scene Two
Gilligan lay awake in his hammock. The Skipper had long since started snoring, but Gilligan just couldn't sleep. This was ridiculous--he was exhausted, and he had a long day of work ahead of him. He just couldn't shut off his brain--which was a new experience for him. He could usually sleep anywhere, anytime. He just couldn't stop thinking about Mary Ann. She had worn her midriff-bearing top tonight, and, for some reason, this was what he was thinking about. He didn't understand why this was bothering him so much. He sighed and climbed out of his hammock--he might as well go get some fresh air.
Mary Ann woke up during the night and decided to step outside and get some air. She was surprised to see Gilligan at the table, sitting with his head down on his folded arms. He had told her earlier that he hadn't slept the night before because he couldn't stop thinking about her, but she thought he would surely sleep tonight--he must be exhausted. She walked over to him.
"Gilligan?", she asked quietly, in case he was asleep.
"Hmm?", he answered, not raising his head or looking at her.
"Are you all right?" She walked up behind him and massaged his back and shoulders.
"Just having trouble sleeping", he mumbled. She could feel him starting to relax as she continued rubbing his shoulders.
After a few minutes, she said, "why don't you go on back to bed? Maybe you can sleep now."
He started to get up. "Yeah, maybe I can. Thanks." He turned and saw her for the first time. She had on her night shirt, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. Mary Ann, seeing him staring at her, suddenly realized how little she had on.
Gilligan wearily rubbed his eyes and started trudging back toward his hut. "Oh boy", he mumbled. "I may never sleep again."