Ginger Grant was beyond furious! Just who did Mary Ann Summers think she was, anyway? Gilligan had found an Eye of the Idol, and was granted three wishes. His first wish was for ice cream. Sure enough, not a minute later, a thing of chocolate ice cream showed up. His second wish was for vanilla ice cream. It showed up, too. His third wish was going to be for all of them to be off the island.

Everyone had gathered by the lagoon, ready to go, except for the Professor, who believed it all to be a bunch of nonsense. He refused to partake. This was when Mary Ann stepped in, and said she would stay with the Science man since she didn't want to leave him alone. How dare she?! Inside, Ginger was fuming! She meant what she said when she said, "Hollywood can wait." Professor Roy Hinkley was much more important to her than her career. They hadn't known each other very long, but they grew pretty close in the short time they've been on the island.

He was always seeking her help with his experiments, they took walks together, and really just enjoyed each other's company. That was her chance to be the first to step up, and show the Professor how she felt, but the Kansas farm girl beat her to the punch.

Speaking of which, Mary Ann walked by, carrying a load of laundry, and had a bright smile on her face.

"Well, if it isn't Mary Poppins," Ginger said, glaring daggers at the brunette.

Mary Ann's smile faded. "Is something wrong, Ginger?"

"How dare you?"

"How dare I what?"

Ginger put her hands on her hips.

"You just had to steal him from me, didn't you?"

Mary Ann was really confused now.

"Ginger, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."

Instead of saying anything else, Ginger took the basket of freshly clean clothes from Mary Ann's arms and dumped them onto the sandy ground.

"Ginger! What are you doing?!"

"This isn't the first time someone I thought was a friend betrayed me."

It was Mary Ann's turn to be mad. She wasn't one to get mad easily, but this was a sore spot for her. She always prided herself on being a good friend.

"First of all, I have no clue what you're talking about, and second of all, I have never betrayed someone I cared about before in my life! I'm not about to start now. Especially not someone who has become like a sister to me."

Ginger rolled her eyes at this.

"Please, that little goody-two-shoes act isn't fooling anyone."

"Will you just tell me what I've supposedly done?!"

"You offered to stay with the Professor! You just had to make your move before I even had a chance, didn't you?"

Mary Ann thought for a minute, her brow arched in confusion. Then it hit her.

"Oh! You mean when Gilligan was going to wish us off the island? Ginger, I only offered to stay because I didn't want him to be alone. Had it been you or even The Skipper, I would have done the same thing. I wouldn't feel right leaving someone behind."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"Wow, I can't believe I was mad at you."

"Well, now I'm mad at you. Accusing me of trying to steal someone from you. I would never do that!"

Ginger looked sad. She felt such horrible guilt. She should have known better. Mary Ann would never do anything to hurt her. She and Gilligan had that trait in common. They were the two nicest one the island.

"You're right, Mary Ann. I'm sorry for what I've said. I have just grown quite fond of the Professor, and well—"

Mary Ann nodded her head in understanding.

"It's okay, Ginger. I forgive you. I know what it's like to like somebody, and then have someone you thought was a friend steal him away from you. It hurts."

"It sure does. His name was Patrick, and I had been going with him for about a year. He even proposed to me! This was before I went off to Hollywood. I was around twenty-one, and my friend, Tina, stole him from me, a week before the wedding."

Mary Ann put a comforting hand on the red-head's shoulder.

"That's awful, Ginger. I dated a guy in high school named Dylan, and my friend, Dawn stole him while we were at the prom. I caught them making out by the bleachers."

"What a leech!"

Mary Ann chuckled.

"Indeed. So, are you going to tell him?"

"Tell who what?"

Mary Ann rolled her eyes. "The Professor, silly. Are you going to tell him how you feel?"

Ginger shook her head. "Not now. Not yet. I want to, I really do, I'm just not ready."

"Well, you should tell him. I mean, one day we will be rescued, and you'll regret not telling him. He'll go back to Ohio, and you'll go back to Hollywood. You really don't want to miss your chance."

Ginger nodded her head in understanding. "You're right, Mary Ann. Do you know where he is?"

"Last I saw him, he was in his hut."

"Thank you. I'm going to go talk to him."

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

The movie star headed over to the Professor's hut. She wasn't going to use any of her seductive tricks, she was just going to speak from the heart, and lay it all out there. She knew the Professor would never hurt her, even if he didn't feel the same way. He would let her down gently. It would hurt if he did, not question about it, but at least she would be able to sleep at night, knowing that she told him. Working up her courage, Ginger knocked on the door of the Professor's hut.

"Come in," he called from inside.

Ginger walked in to find the Science man working on an experiment.

"Hi, Professor."

"Oh, hi, Ginger."

"What are you working on?"

"Some more of that shampoo you wanted. It slipped my mind completely a couple of days ago, but luckily, I remembered before you ran out."

Ginger smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem."

There was a pause.

"Is something the matter, Ginger," Professor asked, sitting a glass down.

"Oh. Um, it's just, I have something to tell you."

"Is it important?"

"Uh-huh. Very."

"Well, have a seat." He gestured to a chair, which Ginger sat down on. She started fiddling nervously with her fingers.

"Professor… Roy… I-I need to tell you something."

The Professor crossed his arms.

"What is it, Ginger?"

"I like you."

"Well, I like you, too."

"No, I mean, I like you, like you. Like a woman likes a man, and vice versa."

The Professor thought a minute, and then it suddenly struck him.

"Oh! I see."

Ginger stood up from her seat.

"This isn't island madness, and this isn't because I'm away from Hollywood. Ever since we first met on the Minnow, I've liked you. The more time we spend together, the more I like you, and not just as a friend. Remember when you needed to borrow my perfume? It sent a chill down my spine the way you grabbed me to sniff my neck. If you don't feel the same way, I understand, but I just had to tell you."

The Professor was perplexed to say the least. This beautiful movie star, actually liked him? Out of all the guys in Hollywood, she liked him?

"What specifically about me do you like, Ginger?"

"Everything. Your passion for science, the fact that you treat me like a person, and not just another tabloid story, or an airhead like lots of guys do. You're very open and honest. You have a good heart, and I'm comfortable with you. You make me feel safe."

"I'm flattered, Ginger. The fact of the matter is, I like you, too. I like you because you are a bright, lovely, and charming woman. You're right. I don't view you as a movie star. I just view you as Ginger, a woman with a kind heart."

The Professor shocked the starlet by taking her hands in his.

"Ginger, would you do me the honor of going on a moonlit walk with me tonight?"

Ginger smiled brightly.

"Absolutely, Roy."