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The Professor wanted to talk to Skipper alone. He told him what Gilligan had told him a couple of nights ago.

"Professor, I certainly don't mean-"

"I know you don't, Skipper, but it does hurt his feelings. You're his best friend, and telling him that his ideas are dumb in any way, really makes him feel bad about himself."

"What should I do?"

"Well, just try to be a little bit more patient with him. Maybe ease up on the capslaps, and compliment him some more. I'm not saying you have to like all of his suggestions, but don't tell him they're dumb. He really does try to help, Skipper."

The Skipper nodded his head. He loved Gilligan like a son, and certainly didn't mean to make him feel bad. He was always a little rough around the edges, but deep down had a big heart. He would never intentionally hurt anybody, especially not his little buddy. The young sailor was down at the lagoon, fishing. Skipper walked up to him and put on a bright and cheerful smile.

"Hey, little buddy! Catch anything yet?"

"Nope, not yet, Skipper."

"You certainly look happy."

"Uh-huh. I'm feeling better. Those talks I've been having with the Professor sure do help."

"That's great, Gilligan! Listen, I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Well- I just want to say I'm sorry."

Gilligan looked confused.


"Well, I know I don't always treat you fairly. You're my best friend and a lot of the times I put you down for your ideas, even if they are good ones. I'm sorry."

"Wow, thanks, Skipper! I really do appreciate it. If they are dumb, though, I want you to be honest. Maybe put it in nicer words, though."


Well, that was easy, Skipper thought. He was glad his little buddy was feeling better. He had a feeling, though, that something else was on the young man's mind. Nothing bad, no. Just something. But what could it be?


Gilligan decided he wasn't going to wait any longer. Life was too short, and he wanted to tell Mary Ann how he felt. The young farm girl was in her hut, sewing, when he knocked on her door.

"Come in."

Gilligan walked in, carrying some flowers he picked.

"Hi, Mary Ann."

"Hi, Gilligan."

"I picked these for you," Gilligan said, holding out the flowers.

"Oh, they're beautiful, Gilligan! Thank you," Mary Ann said, with a smile. She took them and smelled them.

"Mary Ann, I have something to tell you."

"What is it, Gilligan?"

"Do you promise not to laugh?"

"I swear I won't."

"Mary Ann... let me down gently, okay?"


"I-I-I love you."

Mary Ann's brown eyes widened at this.

"You love me?"

"Very much. I have for a long time. When you let me down, please be gentle."

Mary Ann put her hands on her hips.

"Now, why would I let you down when I feel the same way?"

"You do?"

"Absolutely. I've known it from the first. I Iove you, too, Gilligan."

Gilligan blushed at this. He was not expecting this answer. Sure, the Professor had told him that it was obvious Mary Ann had romantic feelings for him, but what if he was wrong?

"Are- are you my girlfriend now?"

"Of course! Only if you want me to be?"

"I always have."

NOTE: Very short chapter, I know, but hopefully, it's still good :)