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therein. Do I look like Sherwood Schwartz or some production company
bigwig to you?
A/N: This fanfic is somewhat similar to my other fic, "The Second Ginger Grant Revisited". I liked this fic better, though, and hope to use it as a "launching-off point" for more fics about Gilligan and Mary Ann's courtship and, maybe, eventual marriage. The impetus for this fic was the episode "Diogenes, Won't You Please Go Home?"--the one where Gilligan has a diary. In a GI website a while back, some friends and I were talking about how we wondered what Gilligan had written about Mary Ann in his diary. Thus, this fic....
Chapter One
"Hi, Ginger!" Mary Ann said brightly, as she came into the hut the two shared.
Ginger guiltily hid the book she had been reading behind her back. "Uh, hi, Mary Ann." She thought for a minute, then made a decision. "Umm, Mary Ann, remember when you found Gilligan's diary a while back? Did you get a chance to read all of it?"
"No, just the parts I read to you and the others about the Skipper, the Howells, and you. Then Gilligan came along and I gave the book back to him. Why?"
Ginger pulled the book out from behind her back. "Because I found it again."
"Ginger! You should give that back to Gilligan! I realize that when I found it, I read parts of it out loud to everyone, but that was only because of all the trouble that was going on. You shouldn't read all..."
Ginger interrupted her. "Did you read what he wrote about you?", she said with a smile.
Mary Ann was suddenly intrigued. "No...what did he write?", she asked, trying to see what was written in the book.
Ginger hid the book again and said teasingly, "well, I don't know if I should tell you. You said I should give the book back to..."
"Ginger, what did he write?" Mary Ann was curious in spite of herself.
"OK, OK, calm down. Gee, I was only teasing you..."
"Ginger!"
"OK." Ginger reopened the book and found her place. She began reading. "There's another girl here on the island with us, her name is Mary Ann Summers. I can't explain how I feel about Mary Ann because I've never felt this way about anyone before. When I first saw her come on board the Minnow, I noticed how pretty she was. We've been here almost a year now, and I think she's the most wonderful, beautiful girl I've ever known. She's always sweet and kind to me, but I don't dare think she might feel the same way I feel. She's even kissed me a few times, but like an idiot, I didn't know how to react. I'd like to tell her how much I like her, but I know I'll never have the courage. So, I guess I'll just have to be happy with my daydreams." Ginger finished reading and looked up at Mary Ann.
Mary Ann stood there, shocked. "Let me see that!", she said, grabbing the book from Ginger. She wanted to read this for herself--she was a little afraid that Ginger might be joking. But no, there it was, and it was in Gilligan's handwriting.
"Mary Ann, Gilligan has a big crush on you. A huge crush from the sound of it. Now the question is--do you feel the same way?" Ginger had always suspected that Mary Ann secretly liked Gilligan, but she wondered if Mary Ann was even aware of it.
Mary Ann slowly put the book down. She sat down, then looked over at Ginger. "Yes," she said softly. "I feel the same way. But I can't tell him."
"Why not?!", Ginger asked impatiently. "Gosh, Mary Ann, he just said he's crazy about you!"
"Because he didn't tell me. He told his diary. And it may be silly, but I want him to tell me first." Mary Ann looked at the floor, exasperated with herself and the situation.
Ginger threw up her hands. "Well, you may be waiting a long time! You know how shy he is. He'll never tell you."
Mary Ann suddenly had an idea. "Unless I can encourage him to tell me. You know--pay extra attention to him, give little hints. It just might work!", she said, smiling.
Ginger wasn't convinced. "I don't think Gilligan takes hints very well. I still say the direct approach is best. Go over there and tell him you read his diary, and you feel the same way."
"No, I just can't do that. You'll see--I'll make this work." Mary Ann smiled to herself, making plans.
A/N: This fanfic is somewhat similar to my other fic, "The Second Ginger Grant Revisited". I liked this fic better, though, and hope to use it as a "launching-off point" for more fics about Gilligan and Mary Ann's courtship and, maybe, eventual marriage. The impetus for this fic was the episode "Diogenes, Won't You Please Go Home?"--the one where Gilligan has a diary. In a GI website a while back, some friends and I were talking about how we wondered what Gilligan had written about Mary Ann in his diary. Thus, this fic....
Chapter One
"Hi, Ginger!" Mary Ann said brightly, as she came into the hut the two shared.
Ginger guiltily hid the book she had been reading behind her back. "Uh, hi, Mary Ann." She thought for a minute, then made a decision. "Umm, Mary Ann, remember when you found Gilligan's diary a while back? Did you get a chance to read all of it?"
"No, just the parts I read to you and the others about the Skipper, the Howells, and you. Then Gilligan came along and I gave the book back to him. Why?"
Ginger pulled the book out from behind her back. "Because I found it again."
"Ginger! You should give that back to Gilligan! I realize that when I found it, I read parts of it out loud to everyone, but that was only because of all the trouble that was going on. You shouldn't read all..."
Ginger interrupted her. "Did you read what he wrote about you?", she said with a smile.
Mary Ann was suddenly intrigued. "No...what did he write?", she asked, trying to see what was written in the book.
Ginger hid the book again and said teasingly, "well, I don't know if I should tell you. You said I should give the book back to..."
"Ginger, what did he write?" Mary Ann was curious in spite of herself.
"OK, OK, calm down. Gee, I was only teasing you..."
"Ginger!"
"OK." Ginger reopened the book and found her place. She began reading. "There's another girl here on the island with us, her name is Mary Ann Summers. I can't explain how I feel about Mary Ann because I've never felt this way about anyone before. When I first saw her come on board the Minnow, I noticed how pretty she was. We've been here almost a year now, and I think she's the most wonderful, beautiful girl I've ever known. She's always sweet and kind to me, but I don't dare think she might feel the same way I feel. She's even kissed me a few times, but like an idiot, I didn't know how to react. I'd like to tell her how much I like her, but I know I'll never have the courage. So, I guess I'll just have to be happy with my daydreams." Ginger finished reading and looked up at Mary Ann.
Mary Ann stood there, shocked. "Let me see that!", she said, grabbing the book from Ginger. She wanted to read this for herself--she was a little afraid that Ginger might be joking. But no, there it was, and it was in Gilligan's handwriting.
"Mary Ann, Gilligan has a big crush on you. A huge crush from the sound of it. Now the question is--do you feel the same way?" Ginger had always suspected that Mary Ann secretly liked Gilligan, but she wondered if Mary Ann was even aware of it.
Mary Ann slowly put the book down. She sat down, then looked over at Ginger. "Yes," she said softly. "I feel the same way. But I can't tell him."
"Why not?!", Ginger asked impatiently. "Gosh, Mary Ann, he just said he's crazy about you!"
"Because he didn't tell me. He told his diary. And it may be silly, but I want him to tell me first." Mary Ann looked at the floor, exasperated with herself and the situation.
Ginger threw up her hands. "Well, you may be waiting a long time! You know how shy he is. He'll never tell you."
Mary Ann suddenly had an idea. "Unless I can encourage him to tell me. You know--pay extra attention to him, give little hints. It just might work!", she said, smiling.
Ginger wasn't convinced. "I don't think Gilligan takes hints very well. I still say the direct approach is best. Go over there and tell him you read his diary, and you feel the same way."
"No, I just can't do that. You'll see--I'll make this work." Mary Ann smiled to herself, making plans.