Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. Never did, never will.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. It just turned out that way.
Chapter Two
Later that afternoon, Mary Ann went out looking for Gilligan. She was a little nervous about seeing him now that she knew what he had written. Maybe Ginger was right--maybe she should just tell him she knew about his diary and that she felt the same way. But she really wanted him to tell her first--she needed to hear it from him, not from his diary. She found him sitting on a rock at the lagoon, fishing. She walked up and stood slightly behind and to the side of him.
"Hi, Gilligan", she said cheerfully.
Gilligan jumped, startled. He had been half-asleep. "Oh, hi, Mary Ann."
Mary Ann sat down next to him. "Are you having any luck?"
Gilligan nodded. "Yeah, I've caught a couple of big ones to have for dinner. See?", he said, holding up some fish on a line.
Mary Ann smiled. "Oh, Gilligan, you're so wonderful to take such good care of us. You always make sure we have plenty to eat. We really don't give you enough credit." She jumped up, went behind him, and gave him a hug. "You know what? I'm going to make you a special pie for dessert. No, I'll make you two pies." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and hurried away, leaving Gilligan to wonder what in the world that was all about.
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That evening, Mary Ann sat down on her bed, exhausted. She had spent most of the day being extra-attentive to Gilligan--she had baked him pies, made sure he had extra helpings at dinner, and had just generally worn herself out being cheerful. And of course Ginger was right--Gilligan didn't take hints very well. She looked up as Ginger came in.
"Well, you were right, Ginger--this just isn't working", she sighed. "At least not yet anyway."
Ginger sat down at their dressing table and started powdering her nose. "If you had called him 'sweet' one more time at dinner, I was going to be sick", she said. She turned to Mary Ann. "I think you're going to have to be more aggressive."
"More aggressive?" Mary Ann looked unsure. "Ginger, I'm not very good at being aggressive. I could never 'vamp' men the way you do."
"Of course not. Besides, there's only one Ginger Grant," Ginger said with her usual seductive swagger. "But you're going to have to let him know you're interested. Get him alone and do something besides offering to cook for him."
"Ginger!" Mary Ann said, somewhat shocked.
"Oh, I didn't mean that." Ginger giggled. "Although his reaction might be interesting."
Mary Ann giggled too at the thought of Gilligan's reaction. "Well, I'll think of something. Right now, I'm going to get some sleep." She got up to get changed for bed. "Maybe something will happen tomorrow."
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. It just turned out that way.
Chapter Two
Later that afternoon, Mary Ann went out looking for Gilligan. She was a little nervous about seeing him now that she knew what he had written. Maybe Ginger was right--maybe she should just tell him she knew about his diary and that she felt the same way. But she really wanted him to tell her first--she needed to hear it from him, not from his diary. She found him sitting on a rock at the lagoon, fishing. She walked up and stood slightly behind and to the side of him.
"Hi, Gilligan", she said cheerfully.
Gilligan jumped, startled. He had been half-asleep. "Oh, hi, Mary Ann."
Mary Ann sat down next to him. "Are you having any luck?"
Gilligan nodded. "Yeah, I've caught a couple of big ones to have for dinner. See?", he said, holding up some fish on a line.
Mary Ann smiled. "Oh, Gilligan, you're so wonderful to take such good care of us. You always make sure we have plenty to eat. We really don't give you enough credit." She jumped up, went behind him, and gave him a hug. "You know what? I'm going to make you a special pie for dessert. No, I'll make you two pies." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and hurried away, leaving Gilligan to wonder what in the world that was all about.
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That evening, Mary Ann sat down on her bed, exhausted. She had spent most of the day being extra-attentive to Gilligan--she had baked him pies, made sure he had extra helpings at dinner, and had just generally worn herself out being cheerful. And of course Ginger was right--Gilligan didn't take hints very well. She looked up as Ginger came in.
"Well, you were right, Ginger--this just isn't working", she sighed. "At least not yet anyway."
Ginger sat down at their dressing table and started powdering her nose. "If you had called him 'sweet' one more time at dinner, I was going to be sick", she said. She turned to Mary Ann. "I think you're going to have to be more aggressive."
"More aggressive?" Mary Ann looked unsure. "Ginger, I'm not very good at being aggressive. I could never 'vamp' men the way you do."
"Of course not. Besides, there's only one Ginger Grant," Ginger said with her usual seductive swagger. "But you're going to have to let him know you're interested. Get him alone and do something besides offering to cook for him."
"Ginger!" Mary Ann said, somewhat shocked.
"Oh, I didn't mean that." Ginger giggled. "Although his reaction might be interesting."
Mary Ann giggled too at the thought of Gilligan's reaction. "Well, I'll think of something. Right now, I'm going to get some sleep." She got up to get changed for bed. "Maybe something will happen tomorrow."