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Mary Ann cleared away the breakfast dishes, trying to think of a way to get Gilligan alone again. But apparently the Skipper had other plans for Gilligan.
"Hi, Mary Ann. Can I get some fruit for our lunch? Gilligan and I will be out in the jungle all day today, gathering supplies."
Mary Ann was disappointed, but she tried not to show it. "Oh, so you and Gilligan will be gone until tonight?", she asked, getting together some food for them.
"Yes, so don't expect us for lunch--maybe not even for dinner. Thanks." Skipper smiled at Mary Ann and hurried away to begin work.
Mary Ann put her hands on her hips and thought for a moment. "This is getting ridiculous", she thought. She saw Gilligan coming and had the beginnings of an idea.
"Gilligan", she called to him.
"Yeah, Mary Ann?" He stopped heading into the jungle and came back to her.
"Uh, Gilligan..." She was just going to have to be more assertive or nothing was going to happen, so she took a deep breath. "Gilligan...I...wanted to finish our conversation from last night. So could we maybe...meet tonight...maybe down by the lagoon?", she finished, not all sure she was handling this right.
Gilligan looked a little surprised. "Yeah...I guess so, Mary Ann."
"Gilligan!!"
They heard the Skipper yelling for Gilligan to hurry up. Mary Ann reached up and gave Gilligan a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. "Until tonight", she said, and hurried away.
Gilligan stood there staring after her, somewhat dazed. He shook his head a little to clear it. "Coming, Skipper!", he yelled, his voice breaking and squeaking like it did when he was nervous.
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That night, Mary ann waited nervously by the lagoon. What if he didn't show up? What if she was handling this wrong? She had brought one of their Tiki torches down to the lagoon, and she had brought the radio, hoping to make things a little more romantic--she just wished she didn't feel so awkward abaout this. Sometimes she envied Ginger, who could handle men so effortlessly. She didn't exactly want to be like Ginger, but she wished she could be more confident.
Gilligan showed up about 15 minutes later. He and the Skipper hadn't made it back in time for dinner. He had cleaned up, and then the Skipper had asked him why he was headed back out so late. He didn't exactly want to tell the Skipper about meeting Mary Ann, so he had mumbled some excuse and left in a hurry. He stood and watched Mary Ann for a few minutes before she saw him. She was sitting on a rock, nervously looking at her fingernails. Gilligan was sure, though, that she wasn't as nervous as he was.
"Hi, Mary Ann", he said softly, walking over and sitting down beside her on the rock.
"Hi, Gilligan". She smiled at him, then looked back down at her hands. Suddenly she couldn't think of a thing to say or do. They sat there, very uncomfortable, looking all around at anything besides each other. (If you've seen "The Matchmaker", you know what I mean, LOL.)
Gilligan finally noticed that the radio was playing softly. "Would you like to dance, Mary Ann?", he asked, just to have something to say.
"That would be nice." They stood up and began to dance, standing about a foot apart. Mary Ann, starting to get over her shyness, finally smiled at him and put both of her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. Gilligan held her nervously, thinking about ways to tell her how he felt. Why couldn't he just act like he did in his dreams? His dream-self wouldn't have any problem telling her--in fact, he would have told her a long time ago. He took a deep breath and started to speak...
"Gilligan!" It was the Skipper again. He was calling for Gilligan from the doorway to their hut.
Mary Ann stepped back and threw up her hands. "Not again!", she said, going over and sitting back down on the rock. She began to cry a little out of sheer frustration.
"What's wrong, Mary Ann?" Gilligan came over and sat down beside her, looking concerned.
"Oh, Gilligan. I've been trying for three days to get you to tell me how you feel about me. I...I read your diary and saw what you wrote, and I just wanted to hear you say it."
"You read my diary?" Gilligan looked surprised.
She nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry, Gilligan. Ginger found it, and she told me you had written some things about me...and I just couldn't resist...I had to read it."
"That's all right, Mary Ann. I'm just surprised anyone found it, that's all. I couldn't even find it." He was suddenly embarrassed, realizing what she must have read. "It's a good thing I didn't write down everything I've felt about her", he thought. He got up and walked a little way toward the lagoon, then stood there looking out at the water.
Mary Ann came up behind him and touched his shoulder. He turned toward her, and she took both his hands in hers. "So, Gilligan...how do you feel about me?", she asked softly.
Gilligan didn't know how to answer her. He stood there looking at her, thinking about how much he loved her. But how could he tell her? She was so wonderful, and he was just Gilligan. He looked again into her eyes, and he saw that she wanted him to tell her he loved her. He suddenly couldn't resist. He pulled her close and kissed her like he did in his dream, and he was surprised when she put her arms around him and returned the kiss.
"Where is that boy?", the Skipper thought to himself, coming through the jungle. He stopped suddenly, seeing Gilligan and Mary Ann standing beside the lagoon, kissing passionately. His mouth fell open. He was surprised-- no, he was astonished. He suddenly felt awkward standing there watching them, and he turned to go back to his hut. But he decided he'd better have a talk with Gilligan--and from the looks of things, he'd better do it soon.
Gilligan suddenly realized he wasn't acting like himself. He stopped kissing Mary Ann and stepped back from her, a little ashamed of himself (and truth be told, a little proud). "I'm sorry, Mary Ann. I don't know why I..."
Mary Ann stepped close to him again. "It's all right, Gilligan", she said softly, putting both hands on his face. She pulled him close and gave him a gentle kiss. "And you're wrong about not kissing very well", she said, smiling. She lowered her hands and took his hands in hers. "Now, Gilligan...tell me."
Gilligan looked down at the ground, searching for words. He took a deep breath. "Mary Ann...I...I love you. I think about you all the time, I dream about you every night. You're the most wonderful person I've ever known. You're beautiful and sweet, and..." He looked up at her. "I know I don't deserve you..."
Mary Ann put her finger on his lips, shushing him. "Don't ever say that. You're the most special man I've ever known, Gilligan...and I love you, too. And don't look so surprised", she said, laughing at his expression. "You're easy to love."
Gilligan finally smiled at her. He put his arms around her again, and pulled her to him. He gave her a gentle kiss, then looked into her eyes. She smiled at him, her eyes shining, and he kissed her again...
Mary Ann cleared away the breakfast dishes, trying to think of a way to get Gilligan alone again. But apparently the Skipper had other plans for Gilligan.
"Hi, Mary Ann. Can I get some fruit for our lunch? Gilligan and I will be out in the jungle all day today, gathering supplies."
Mary Ann was disappointed, but she tried not to show it. "Oh, so you and Gilligan will be gone until tonight?", she asked, getting together some food for them.
"Yes, so don't expect us for lunch--maybe not even for dinner. Thanks." Skipper smiled at Mary Ann and hurried away to begin work.
Mary Ann put her hands on her hips and thought for a moment. "This is getting ridiculous", she thought. She saw Gilligan coming and had the beginnings of an idea.
"Gilligan", she called to him.
"Yeah, Mary Ann?" He stopped heading into the jungle and came back to her.
"Uh, Gilligan..." She was just going to have to be more assertive or nothing was going to happen, so she took a deep breath. "Gilligan...I...wanted to finish our conversation from last night. So could we maybe...meet tonight...maybe down by the lagoon?", she finished, not all sure she was handling this right.
Gilligan looked a little surprised. "Yeah...I guess so, Mary Ann."
"Gilligan!!"
They heard the Skipper yelling for Gilligan to hurry up. Mary Ann reached up and gave Gilligan a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. "Until tonight", she said, and hurried away.
Gilligan stood there staring after her, somewhat dazed. He shook his head a little to clear it. "Coming, Skipper!", he yelled, his voice breaking and squeaking like it did when he was nervous.
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That night, Mary ann waited nervously by the lagoon. What if he didn't show up? What if she was handling this wrong? She had brought one of their Tiki torches down to the lagoon, and she had brought the radio, hoping to make things a little more romantic--she just wished she didn't feel so awkward abaout this. Sometimes she envied Ginger, who could handle men so effortlessly. She didn't exactly want to be like Ginger, but she wished she could be more confident.
Gilligan showed up about 15 minutes later. He and the Skipper hadn't made it back in time for dinner. He had cleaned up, and then the Skipper had asked him why he was headed back out so late. He didn't exactly want to tell the Skipper about meeting Mary Ann, so he had mumbled some excuse and left in a hurry. He stood and watched Mary Ann for a few minutes before she saw him. She was sitting on a rock, nervously looking at her fingernails. Gilligan was sure, though, that she wasn't as nervous as he was.
"Hi, Mary Ann", he said softly, walking over and sitting down beside her on the rock.
"Hi, Gilligan". She smiled at him, then looked back down at her hands. Suddenly she couldn't think of a thing to say or do. They sat there, very uncomfortable, looking all around at anything besides each other. (If you've seen "The Matchmaker", you know what I mean, LOL.)
Gilligan finally noticed that the radio was playing softly. "Would you like to dance, Mary Ann?", he asked, just to have something to say.
"That would be nice." They stood up and began to dance, standing about a foot apart. Mary Ann, starting to get over her shyness, finally smiled at him and put both of her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. Gilligan held her nervously, thinking about ways to tell her how he felt. Why couldn't he just act like he did in his dreams? His dream-self wouldn't have any problem telling her--in fact, he would have told her a long time ago. He took a deep breath and started to speak...
"Gilligan!" It was the Skipper again. He was calling for Gilligan from the doorway to their hut.
Mary Ann stepped back and threw up her hands. "Not again!", she said, going over and sitting back down on the rock. She began to cry a little out of sheer frustration.
"What's wrong, Mary Ann?" Gilligan came over and sat down beside her, looking concerned.
"Oh, Gilligan. I've been trying for three days to get you to tell me how you feel about me. I...I read your diary and saw what you wrote, and I just wanted to hear you say it."
"You read my diary?" Gilligan looked surprised.
She nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry, Gilligan. Ginger found it, and she told me you had written some things about me...and I just couldn't resist...I had to read it."
"That's all right, Mary Ann. I'm just surprised anyone found it, that's all. I couldn't even find it." He was suddenly embarrassed, realizing what she must have read. "It's a good thing I didn't write down everything I've felt about her", he thought. He got up and walked a little way toward the lagoon, then stood there looking out at the water.
Mary Ann came up behind him and touched his shoulder. He turned toward her, and she took both his hands in hers. "So, Gilligan...how do you feel about me?", she asked softly.
Gilligan didn't know how to answer her. He stood there looking at her, thinking about how much he loved her. But how could he tell her? She was so wonderful, and he was just Gilligan. He looked again into her eyes, and he saw that she wanted him to tell her he loved her. He suddenly couldn't resist. He pulled her close and kissed her like he did in his dream, and he was surprised when she put her arms around him and returned the kiss.
"Where is that boy?", the Skipper thought to himself, coming through the jungle. He stopped suddenly, seeing Gilligan and Mary Ann standing beside the lagoon, kissing passionately. His mouth fell open. He was surprised-- no, he was astonished. He suddenly felt awkward standing there watching them, and he turned to go back to his hut. But he decided he'd better have a talk with Gilligan--and from the looks of things, he'd better do it soon.
Gilligan suddenly realized he wasn't acting like himself. He stopped kissing Mary Ann and stepped back from her, a little ashamed of himself (and truth be told, a little proud). "I'm sorry, Mary Ann. I don't know why I..."
Mary Ann stepped close to him again. "It's all right, Gilligan", she said softly, putting both hands on his face. She pulled him close and gave him a gentle kiss. "And you're wrong about not kissing very well", she said, smiling. She lowered her hands and took his hands in hers. "Now, Gilligan...tell me."
Gilligan looked down at the ground, searching for words. He took a deep breath. "Mary Ann...I...I love you. I think about you all the time, I dream about you every night. You're the most wonderful person I've ever known. You're beautiful and sweet, and..." He looked up at her. "I know I don't deserve you..."
Mary Ann put her finger on his lips, shushing him. "Don't ever say that. You're the most special man I've ever known, Gilligan...and I love you, too. And don't look so surprised", she said, laughing at his expression. "You're easy to love."
Gilligan finally smiled at her. He put his arms around her again, and pulled her to him. He gave her a gentle kiss, then looked into her eyes. She smiled at him, her eyes shining, and he kissed her again...