Disclaimer: Gilligan not mine, no one on Gilligan's Island mine.
Chapter Three
By the next morning, Mary Ann had decided that Ginger was right--she had to get Gilligan by himself, even if she didn't have a clue about what she would do once they were alone. So, after breakfast, she stopped Gilligan before he could disappear.
"Gilligan, I need to...umm", she said, thinking fast, "uh...pick berries this morning for lunch. Would you be able to come and help me?"
"Sure, Mary Ann. I was just going to go fishing again anyway."
"OK, good. Thanks, Gilligan," she gave him a warm smile, hoping to cover up her nervousness. She had no clue what to do next and hoped some opportunity would present itself.
They walked along picking berries, mostly in silence. Mary Ann was desperately trying to think of something to do, while Gilligan wondered why she was so quiet. She was starting to think that maybe she should just tell him the truth when there was a sudden flash of lightning, with a clap of thunder following almost immediately.
"Oh, gosh, I think we're going to have a bad storm!", Mary Ann said, stopping and looking up at the sky.
"Yeah. We'd better find some shelter. I think we're too far from camp to make it in time." Gilligan looked around. "I think there's a cave nearby-- maybe we should try to go there."
"OK." Mary Ann followed Gilligan through the jungle. The storm was coming fast. It started raining--hard--just before they got into the cave.
"Boy, that was close!", Gilligan said, looking out the cave entrance at the storm. He turned to Mary Ann. "Did you get very wet?"
"No, not too bad", Mary Ann said, brushing damp hair from her eyes. The wind had loosened her pigtails. "Did you?"
"No, I'm OK." Gilligan turned again to the cave entrance and stood watching the storm. Mary Ann had a sudden idea.
"Gilligan--I'm cold." She hated to lie to him, but she had to try to get his attention. "Could you maybe...put your arms around me?"
Gilligan turned to her, looking nervous. "Uh...sure, Mary Ann." She went over and put her arms around him, snuggling close to his chest. He nervously put his arms around her. Funny, she didn't feel cold to him--she felt warm. Gilligan didn't really know how to react--he had liked Mary Ann for a long time--well, more than "liked", but he didn't know how to tell her. His only experiences with girls had been bad ones--he had been laughed at and beaten up a couple of times by big brothers. But Mary Ann was so sweet, and she had always been nice to him--maybe he could tell her. While he was trying to gather his courage, the rain stopped, though neither of them noticed. Gilligan was finally able to find his voice. "Uh, Mary Ann...".
She pulled away a little and looked up at him. "Yes, Gilligan."
Gilligan looked into her eyes and couldn't say anything else. All he could think about was all the times he had wanted to kiss her and couldn't, and now she was right here, and she was looking at him like she wanted him to kiss her. "Don't think about it, just do it", he thought to himself. He leaned closer to her, intending to kiss her. Mary Ann closed her eyes and lifted her face to him.
"Gilligan!? Mary Ann!?" They jumped apart as they heard the Skipper and the Professor calling for them. Gilligan looked at Mary Ann sadly, then hurried out of the cave. Mary Ann sighed and followed him.
"We were worried about you two", the Skipper said, coming up to them.
"Yes, that was a very bad storm. We were afraid you had gotten caught in it", the Professor added.
"We're both all right", Mary Ann said. "We just got rained on a little bit. We went into a cave." She smiled at Gilligan. "I'd better get back to camp and start lunch." The Skipper looked from her to Gilligan-- something was going on here, but he didn't know what. Maybe she and Gilligan?...but no, this was Gilligan after all. Skipper chuckled to himself at the thought.
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That night, Gilligan sat on the bench near the huts, absent-mindedly poking a stick into the fire. He was thinking about what had almost happened in the cave. His feelings were very confused. He was disappointed, but also a little relieved--what if Mary Ann had been mad at him for kissing her? What if she was mad at him for almost kissing her?
Mary Ann came out of her hut and saw Gilligan sitting there, staring into the fire. She went over and sat down beside him. "Hi, Gilligan", she said softly.
Gilligan didn't look up. "Hi, Mary Ann." He sat there thinking for a moment, then looked up at her. "Mary Ann...uh...this afternoon...if the Skipper and the Professor hadn't come along when they did...", he didn't know how to finish, and he looked back down at the fire.
"I know, Gilligan...you would have kissed me."
"I'm sorry, Mary Ann."
"Oh no, Gilligan, it's all right. I...wanted you to kiss me." She paused for a moment, then put her hand on his arm. "I still do," she said softly.
It took Gilligan a second to realize what she had said, then he looked up at her, surprised. "You do?", he asked, his voice breaking like it did when he was nervous.
"Uh huh", she nodded.
Gilligan looked at her for a moment and realized she meant it. He moved a little closer to her and put his arm around her waist. He leaned over and gave her a small kiss. "I don't kiss very well", he said, blushing.
"I think you do", Mary said, blushing too. She touched his face with her hand. They sat there looking at each other for a moment, then he slowly leaned over and kissed her again, this time a lingering kiss. Then he looked into her eyes.
"Mary Ann...I..."
"Gilligan! Where are you, my boy?" This time it was Mr. Howell. Once again, Gilligan and Mary Ann jumped apart guiltily. Mr. Howell came hurrying up to them.
"There you are, Gilligan! Mrs. Howell and I need you to come to our hut immediately! We simply can't find it anywhere!"
"You can't find your hut, Mr. Howell?", Gilligan asked, confused.
"No, no! My teddy bear! Come along, my boy, we need you to crawl under our beds and look for it."
"But, Mr. Howell...", Gilligan started.
"No buts! Let's go!" Mr. Howell grabbed Gilligan's arm and hurried him along. Mary Ann sighed and headed back to her hut. "Well, it's a start", she thought to herself, then smiled.
Chapter Three
By the next morning, Mary Ann had decided that Ginger was right--she had to get Gilligan by himself, even if she didn't have a clue about what she would do once they were alone. So, after breakfast, she stopped Gilligan before he could disappear.
"Gilligan, I need to...umm", she said, thinking fast, "uh...pick berries this morning for lunch. Would you be able to come and help me?"
"Sure, Mary Ann. I was just going to go fishing again anyway."
"OK, good. Thanks, Gilligan," she gave him a warm smile, hoping to cover up her nervousness. She had no clue what to do next and hoped some opportunity would present itself.
They walked along picking berries, mostly in silence. Mary Ann was desperately trying to think of something to do, while Gilligan wondered why she was so quiet. She was starting to think that maybe she should just tell him the truth when there was a sudden flash of lightning, with a clap of thunder following almost immediately.
"Oh, gosh, I think we're going to have a bad storm!", Mary Ann said, stopping and looking up at the sky.
"Yeah. We'd better find some shelter. I think we're too far from camp to make it in time." Gilligan looked around. "I think there's a cave nearby-- maybe we should try to go there."
"OK." Mary Ann followed Gilligan through the jungle. The storm was coming fast. It started raining--hard--just before they got into the cave.
"Boy, that was close!", Gilligan said, looking out the cave entrance at the storm. He turned to Mary Ann. "Did you get very wet?"
"No, not too bad", Mary Ann said, brushing damp hair from her eyes. The wind had loosened her pigtails. "Did you?"
"No, I'm OK." Gilligan turned again to the cave entrance and stood watching the storm. Mary Ann had a sudden idea.
"Gilligan--I'm cold." She hated to lie to him, but she had to try to get his attention. "Could you maybe...put your arms around me?"
Gilligan turned to her, looking nervous. "Uh...sure, Mary Ann." She went over and put her arms around him, snuggling close to his chest. He nervously put his arms around her. Funny, she didn't feel cold to him--she felt warm. Gilligan didn't really know how to react--he had liked Mary Ann for a long time--well, more than "liked", but he didn't know how to tell her. His only experiences with girls had been bad ones--he had been laughed at and beaten up a couple of times by big brothers. But Mary Ann was so sweet, and she had always been nice to him--maybe he could tell her. While he was trying to gather his courage, the rain stopped, though neither of them noticed. Gilligan was finally able to find his voice. "Uh, Mary Ann...".
She pulled away a little and looked up at him. "Yes, Gilligan."
Gilligan looked into her eyes and couldn't say anything else. All he could think about was all the times he had wanted to kiss her and couldn't, and now she was right here, and she was looking at him like she wanted him to kiss her. "Don't think about it, just do it", he thought to himself. He leaned closer to her, intending to kiss her. Mary Ann closed her eyes and lifted her face to him.
"Gilligan!? Mary Ann!?" They jumped apart as they heard the Skipper and the Professor calling for them. Gilligan looked at Mary Ann sadly, then hurried out of the cave. Mary Ann sighed and followed him.
"We were worried about you two", the Skipper said, coming up to them.
"Yes, that was a very bad storm. We were afraid you had gotten caught in it", the Professor added.
"We're both all right", Mary Ann said. "We just got rained on a little bit. We went into a cave." She smiled at Gilligan. "I'd better get back to camp and start lunch." The Skipper looked from her to Gilligan-- something was going on here, but he didn't know what. Maybe she and Gilligan?...but no, this was Gilligan after all. Skipper chuckled to himself at the thought.
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That night, Gilligan sat on the bench near the huts, absent-mindedly poking a stick into the fire. He was thinking about what had almost happened in the cave. His feelings were very confused. He was disappointed, but also a little relieved--what if Mary Ann had been mad at him for kissing her? What if she was mad at him for almost kissing her?
Mary Ann came out of her hut and saw Gilligan sitting there, staring into the fire. She went over and sat down beside him. "Hi, Gilligan", she said softly.
Gilligan didn't look up. "Hi, Mary Ann." He sat there thinking for a moment, then looked up at her. "Mary Ann...uh...this afternoon...if the Skipper and the Professor hadn't come along when they did...", he didn't know how to finish, and he looked back down at the fire.
"I know, Gilligan...you would have kissed me."
"I'm sorry, Mary Ann."
"Oh no, Gilligan, it's all right. I...wanted you to kiss me." She paused for a moment, then put her hand on his arm. "I still do," she said softly.
It took Gilligan a second to realize what she had said, then he looked up at her, surprised. "You do?", he asked, his voice breaking like it did when he was nervous.
"Uh huh", she nodded.
Gilligan looked at her for a moment and realized she meant it. He moved a little closer to her and put his arm around her waist. He leaned over and gave her a small kiss. "I don't kiss very well", he said, blushing.
"I think you do", Mary said, blushing too. She touched his face with her hand. They sat there looking at each other for a moment, then he slowly leaned over and kissed her again, this time a lingering kiss. Then he looked into her eyes.
"Mary Ann...I..."
"Gilligan! Where are you, my boy?" This time it was Mr. Howell. Once again, Gilligan and Mary Ann jumped apart guiltily. Mr. Howell came hurrying up to them.
"There you are, Gilligan! Mrs. Howell and I need you to come to our hut immediately! We simply can't find it anywhere!"
"You can't find your hut, Mr. Howell?", Gilligan asked, confused.
"No, no! My teddy bear! Come along, my boy, we need you to crawl under our beds and look for it."
"But, Mr. Howell...", Gilligan started.
"No buts! Let's go!" Mr. Howell grabbed Gilligan's arm and hurried him along. Mary Ann sighed and headed back to her hut. "Well, it's a start", she thought to herself, then smiled.