Look, I don't mind a little criticism, but this is fanfiction, where young authors can expand their creativity. So, keep it down to a minimum. Now, on with the story.
Ginger
I sat in a chair, listening to the Hollywood news, and I was shocked that it is not as exciting as it once was to me all those years ago. It seems...dull. It may just be being here on the island for all these years, or maybe it's the inner girl in me speaking out. But I have made up my mind. I am staying here. Oh, but I can't leave the Professor here all alone. I turned off the radio, and walked back to our little camp, not walking the way an actress is suppose to walk.
"Hey Ginger, is everything all right my dear?" Mr. Howell asked me. I nodded, but he wasen't to sure.
"Your not acting like Ginger Grant, the movie star." I smiled.
"No Mr. Howell. Now, I am just plain old Ginger Grant." He just shook his head as I walked back to my hut, and I found the Professor there, head in his hands.
"Professor, what is wrong?" He shook his head, thinking he can keep the answer away from me.
"Come on Roy," it felt strange using his real name, "please tell me what is the matter." He shot up so fast, I might have been just a little scared.
"You really want to know what is wrong Ginger? Well, how about trying to keep acting like I want to be rescued when I really don't! I am scared Ginger, and no one cares!" I stepped back, suddenly scared. He took notice, and starts to weep. Now that, I just can't stand, seeing my lover crying, thinking no one cares. Well, that will change. I walked over to where he was, and took him in my arms, softly rocking him back and forth.
"It's ok Professor. It's going to be ok." When he calmed down, I looked him in the eyes.
"You think no one cares, but I know one person who dose Professor."
"And who may that be?" He asked, eyes still red from crying.
"Me." I told him before I kissed him.
R&R. Goodbye for now