Post by caterat on Feb 15, 2008 17:27:59 GMT -5
Here's the beginning of my Sand-Sponge (Sandy and Spongebob ship) story: (It's in Sandy's point of view)
BANG! BANG! Ugh. Someone's at the door and I'm still in my bed. I'm a mess. I was up till 3:00AM last night, or early this morning, whichever you prefer. If you're wondering, the reason I was up so late (or early) is because I was trying to figure out what I could do for Spongebob on Valentine's Day that would be so special, he'd have never seen anything like it. That's real hard work, if you haven't noticed.
Oh, man. I have to brush my fur and put on some REAL clothes, not PJs, before I answer the door. I don't want ANYONE seeing me like this.
I jumped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom. While I was brushing my teeth, I walked to my closet and opened up the oak door. A neat row of purple bikinis hung on one side, then my suits for when I go in the water were on the other side. I yanked a purple bikini off its hanger, and set it on my unmade bed.
Rushing to the sink, I spit and rinsed my mouth out. I set my brush down and went back to my bed to put on my bikini.
BANG! BANG!
"HOLD ON! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" I yelled, as I got my hair brush (or Fur Brush) and brushed my exposing fur. I felt a little chilly in my bikini, seeing as how it's February and two days until Valentine's Day.
"I'M COMING!" I screamed, while running out the front door of my Oak tree home.
I turned the cold knob on my front door of my Treedome, my fur bristling at the cold touch. It opened to show a yellow sponge with a water helmet over his head.
CHAPTER 2
"Spongebob! What are you doing here this early in the mornin'?" I asked him. My heart was pounding with, well, if you must know, love. I've had a crush on Spongebob ever since that day I saved him from that giant clam. But lately, it's been more than that. It's turning into love. I'm sure that Spongebob thinks we're just friends, though. So I must contain my feelings.
"We agreed that I would come over today at 8:00 to plan a Valentine's Day party at the Krusty Krab," He replied, walking past me with an armload of supplies, including his bright yellow Planner I had gotten him for his Birthday. Wow, he actually LIKED that? It was the only thing I could find, even though I wanted something MUCH more special.
"Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout making ya wait forever. I had to stay up late last night for something, and I guess a girl needs to have her Beauty Sleep," I told him, embarrassed by having to apologize for something like that.
"It's OK, Sandy. I've done that before. What did you have to do that made you stay up that late, anyway?" Spongebob asked.
"Well, uh, just............something like work." It really WAS like work, so it wasn't a lie.
"Oh, well, you look great for a squirrel who didn't get all of her Beauty Sleep, and had to get ready that fast," he said, his face starting to get redder and redder by the second.
"Well, shucks, Spongebob. Thanks," I said, my face doing the same thing. I could feel it getting hot. I rubbed my foot on the ground while I said it, because I was clearly flattered. Hearing that from the guy I practically LOVED? Well, that was just awesome.
Spongebob cleared his throat and said in a business-like voice;
"Well, let's get to work planning this party. It's gonna be great!"
We both walked over to my picnic table and sat down. Spongebob put his pile of supplies on the red and white checkered table cloth.
"Right, so, one of us needs to cover decorations, and the other needs to figure out how many people are gonna be there, the food, and just how many supplies we would need," Spongebob told me, still in his business voice.
"Well, as you can see," I waved my arm to show Spongebob my well-decorated home. "I'm pretty good with decorations, so I think it would be better for me if I did them for the party. But that's only if you're OK with all that MATH," I told him, making sure he knew that I was open to both suggestions.
"Yes, your home is decorated VERY well, Sandy. Decorations WOULD be best for you, and, don't worry about me and the math, I have my trusty calculator, BOB!" Spongebob said, holding up a square yellow calculator, apparently named Bob.
"OK! Fine with me. One question, though. Who's takin' care of the games?" I asked him, knowing that if he chose Squidward or Patrick for them, they would stink.
"Oh, I have Pearl on that. I know it wouldn't be a good job for Patrick or Squidward, and Pearl's very hip and she knows what's new, so I trust her," Spongebob said, nodding. Relief washed over me.
"Music?" I asked.
"Patrick's on that. Don't worry, though. I gave him a pile of CDs that were up-to-date, and NONE of them had Goofy Goober. I told him to pick about ten songs altogether for the party," Spongebob said, smiling. I loved his smile.
Anyway, all we did for the rest of the day was plan the party and buy supplies for it. This was the PERFECT day. I got to spend it with SPONGEBOB!
CHAPTER 3
After the whole party was planned, the decorations picked out, the games set up, and the music picked out, we were done. Spongebob and I had a celebration dinner together. Yay! I lit candles and got fresh-cut red roses for the picnic table we were eating at.
“Wow, Sandy. This is really, uh……………nice,” Spongebob said, tugging at his collar.
“Thanks,” I said, blushing. I wanted our special dinner to be, well, romantic. That’s why I had a vase full of roses, and lit candles sitting out.
“Right, so, uh, I’ll go get the plates and food,” I said, starting to rush off. A soft yellow hand appeared on my arm. I blushed even more.
“Let me help you,” Spongebob told me, getting up. He was such a gentleman.
“Uh, OK,” I said. I could feel my face getting hot. We walked side-by-side to my kitchen. It had wood flooring (of course) along with oak cabinets all around. A simple round table set in the middle of the room. I got out the Ham, while Spongebob got out the beans, corn, and Sparkling Grape Juice. I picked up the noodles on my way out.
The rolls lay out on the picnic table already. I sat down my food I was carrying and went back inside to get the glasses for our Sparkling Grape Juice.
After everything was on the table, Spongebob and I sat down and started talking and eating. It was like, well, I hope it was like a date. I really didn’t know how Spongebob felt about me, yet. Was it the dreaded just friends? Or was it more than that?
These questions haunted me all the way until I fell asleep that night, then, instead of just haunting me and my thoughts, they haunted my dreams.
SANDY’S DREAM:
“Hi, Sandy! Want to have a picnic together?” Spongebob asked me. I was very excited, due to the fact that it was Valentine’s Day, and this might be the day that I find out if Spongebob loves me, or just wants to be my friend.
“Why, sure, Spongebob! Just let me get my suit on,” I said, rushing to my bedroom. I grabbed my water suit, put it on, and rushed back out to Spongebob.
“Ready!” I said, smiling. He smiled back. Did I mention that I loved his smile?
We walked to a secluded spot and sat down. I helped Spongebob set out the lunch. I felt so jittery and shaky, I had to deny pouring the Sparkling Grape Juice, because I was afraid I might spill it. We talked and ate. After each of us were done, we talked some more. In fact we talked so long, it was starting to turn dark. I had to light some candles he brought. Spongebob said that he brought them just in case it got dark, and, well, it did. Here it comes, I was going to tell Spongebob how I felt about him.
“Spongebob, I like you,” I blurted, embarrassed.
“Well, I like you, too,” Spongebob stated it like it was obvious. I grew excited, then sad. I realized he meant he liked me as a friend, not that kind of like. I sighed.
“Spongebob, let me show you how much I like you,” I said, pulling my helmet off, and leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. He pushed me away.
“Sandy, I don’t like you like that! Now I can’t ever see you again--it would be too uncomfortable! You just ruined our friendship! Goodbye!” He screamed. Oh, no. He didn’t love me. I was so sad. I started crying. He had just left me, crying and drowning, drowning and crying, drowning, crying…………….
CHAPTER 4
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” I woke up screaming with my face in my pillow. It had been such a horrible dream, a nightmare. But, somehow I had a feeling that there was a chance that Spongebob didn’t feel the way he had in my dream. Well, we’ll find out sooner or later.
I decided I had to get up and eat breakfast, maybe put some nice clothes on--instead of these itchy PJs. I started making some eggs and bacon, even though I was kind of depressed all because of that stupid dream.
When the bacon and eggs were done, I took a seat at my round oak table and started to eat slowly.
When my breakfast was finished I put another one of my purple bikinis on and left my Oak tree home. Watering the daisies that surrounded my home, I started humming to myself. I wasn’t going to let a stupid dream depress me on the day of the Krusty Krab’s Valentine’s Day party! I was going to have fun and forget about what happened in my dream! Oh, man, I couldn’t wait for 5:00 when I’d walk over to the party and see all my friends, and maybe Spongebob.
Somehow I found things to entertain me till the party. That was pretty hard, seeing as how I woke up at 8:05, and the party was at 5:00. I had to wait eight hours and fifty-five minutes! But, I did it, and it was time to at least get ready for the party.
I opened up my smooth closet doors, and stepped past my bikinis and water suits. Behind my regular outfits, there was a beautiful white door with a brass gold, curvy knob, and a simple pink heart outlined in red was painted in the middle. Shaking with excitement, I turned the knob. Sparkles were everywhere, and there was a light that was blinding. OK, just kidding. But it was a pretty beautiful sight, with all the rhinestones and sequins. Yes, this was my secret closet that holds Holiday dresses. I had about four dresses to choose from on the Valentines’ Day section. They were all red, white, or pink. Some had more than one color.
Wanting to look extravagant for Spongebob, I pulled a simple hot pink silk dress off its hanger. It had shiny white and red rhinestones at the neckline. This was the one.
I brushed my teeth ( Again. You know, I’ve always been taught to brush my teeth before I go anywhere, so…..), making them pearly and white. I heard a soft rustle, and realized there was a light breeze outside. (How? I live in a dome underwater……) So I picked up a white short sleeved shrug to put on my arms, seeing as how my dress had spaghetti straps.
I brushed my fur and put my dress on. Looking in the mirror, I saw how elegant I looked. If this doesn’t “wow” Spongebob, I don’t know what would. I decided I needed one more thing--a simple gold chain necklace that would pull my whole outfit together. I got one from my jewelry box and hooked it around my neck.
I checked the shiny mirror. That should do it. I looked like a million buckaroos. (Or as you would say it: bucks)
Grabbing my purse on my way downstairs, I realized that I was going to be underwater! I had to put on one of my bland, bulgy water suits. Dang it! But then I heard a voice outside. Fear spread through my body, making me paralyzed. What should I do? It’s not like I could chase them off if they were a robber! I had high heels on!
CHAPTER 5
I made up my mind and decided to check out who was there anyway. I mean, if it was a robber, I could just yank off my shoes and kick their butts, couldn’t I? Well, I stepped outside, and guess what? It wasn’t a robber!
“SURPRISE!” A whole crowd screamed at me. Wow! A surprise Valentines’ Day party for me! Let me tell ya, I was shocked. I wasn’t expecting it at all. Hey, what the heck, though--it’s a party and I’m gonna enjoy it!
“What are ’yall doin’ here?” I asked.
“Well, we knew you’d want to look nice for this, and if it were at the Krusty Krab, you’d have to wear one of those ugly water suits,” Patrick said, having no consideration for the squirrel this was said to.
“Well, thanks, Pat,” I told him with a bit of sarcasm and sincerity, while I hit him upside the head. I mean, on one point, he was being rude, but on the other, he was being thoughtful on account of me. The whole gang was being thoughtful.
“Let’s not be lame and talk all day, let’s get this party started!” One of Pearl’s teenage friends yelled. A lot of rough and loud cheering came after that. So, on that note, we started the party. The music was turned up as loud as possible, (thankfully good music), the games were started, and the food and drinks were being served.
I felt a light tap on my back, and turned around. What I saw made me smile. Spongebob was dressed in a black tux and a red tie. He looked like he had just come out of a store that sold wedding clothes. Spongebob straightened his red silk tie and looked me straight in the eyes.
“You look great,” He said, blushing a little.
“Huh?” I asked.
“You look great!” He told me a little louder.
“Huh?!”
“YOU LOOK GREAT!” He screamed. The whole Treedome went
quiet. Everyone (which is about 60 people altogether) was staring at us. Even the music was stopped. Now I was blushing right along with Spongebob.
“Heh, thanks, Spongebob,” I said quietly, while I looked down at my feet that had red heels strapped to them. Then I said a little louder:
“What are ’yall starin’ at?!” I looked around the room. Thankfully, Patrick lost a few more brain cells, and turned the music up to full volume again.
“Want me to win you a stuffed animal at the games? Your choice on which one you want,” Spongebob stared at me with hopeful eyes.
“Sure, why not,” I said as a smile spread across my face. We practically skipped to the Claw game.
Purple and blue, with shiny silver on the edges, the Claw was fairly large. It held many furry stuffed animals that had yet to be won by young couples, and any other party-goers. There were bears, cats, dogs, dragons, love bugs, and many more inside. I found the one I wanted: a medium-sized white bear who was holding a poofy red heart covered in light lace.
“Spongebob, that’s the one I want,” I announced, pointing to the bear. It was laying on the top of the pile, so it made it easier for Spongebob to get it.
“OK, Sandy! Let’s see how many times I have to put these shiny quarters in this shiny slot until I get that one you want!” Spongebob told me, sounding quite over the top just for a stuffed bear.
“If you say so. I don’t want you to waste your money, though,” I said, worried he’d waste too much money.
“I’m gonna get you that bear!” Spongebob said, determined.
He stuck a quarter in the slot and red and green lights started flashing after the quarter slid through. A woman’s voice came out of nowhere, saying: “Welcome to the Claw, where you have to be an expert to get the prize you want! Each game is a quarter, and you have 45 seconds to get your prize. If you stink and don’t get one before the time runs out, sorry about your luck. You’ll be shunned for the rest of your life, because everyone would know that you stink at playing the Claw, and you’ll have to become a Hobo, and live out on a shuttle in space, eating only tubes of astronaut food. Have a nice day.”
“OK!” Spongebob said with a smile of excitement on his yellow face. He put his hands on the black lever, and started pressing buttons all over the place, until the silver claw was right above my bear. Then he pressed the biggest green button there was, and the claw lowered on top of my white bear. It grabbed it with ease, and carried it over to the chute where you get your prizes. My bear came shooting into the air, and I reached up and caught it. Spongebob really was an expert at this.
I smiled as I admired the cute little bear.
“Wow, thanks, Spongebob. It’s so cute!”
“You’re welcome, Sandy. Let’s go get some punch.”
“OK.”
We walked together, me holding the bear, and Spongebob
fiddling in his pocket, trying to put his quarters back in. A mat was spread out where the dancing and eating was, so that I wouldn’t have to clean up my grass after a surprise party for myself. They really had thought of everything. This was wonderful. I didn’t even mind if Spongebob wanted to just be my friend, I just liked being here with him. Don’t get me wrong, I want Spongebob to like me more than that, but I’m OK if he doesn’t. As long as I get to spend time with him.
We arrived at the punch bowl. It was filled with red liquid. Spongebob grabbed two glasses and took the sthingy to pour some punch in each. He handed me one after he was done.
“Thanks,” I said.
He dumped his glass of punch in his bowl of water that was on his head and started sucking up the punch/water. It must not have tasted very good.
“Mmmmmmmm, tasty,” He said, looking at me with delight. I took a sip of mine and smiled at him. It was pretty good.
CHAPTER 6
The food was awesome. There were Krabby Patties, cakes, fried seaweed, and much more. I chose a Krabby Patty with ketchup and sat down at one of the tables. I set my food and punch on the white tablecloth. Spongebob joined me to drink his bowl full of punch. Apparently, he needed to concentrate to drink. I laughed a little while I chewed my Krabby Patty. He had his tongue stuck out while he was looking up at the bowl of punch on his head.
“Hey, Sandy. How’s it goin’,” A small voice said from behind me. I turned around, but no one was there.
“No! Down here!” The voice said again. I looked down and saw a green body about 4 inches tall.
“Fine, thank you, Plankton,” I said, a little confused. Plankton climbed up a chair leg, and sat down beside my chair. He then realized that he couldn’t see my face, so he climbed up on top of the table and turned to look at me.
“Much better. Anyway, what have you been up to?” Plankton told me with a smile. Spongebob seemed to snap out if his trance of trying to concentrate on his punch and stared wide-eyed at Plankton.
“Plankton! What are you trying to do to Sandy?!” Spongebob pointed a thin yellow finger a little too close at Plankton’s face. Plankton seemed to be totally calm.
“Can’t I have a nice little chat with Ms. Cheeks without someone accusing me of doing something?” He asked, his face expressionless. Or, at least, until he turned to me. His face turned from expressionless to a wide smile.
“Where was I? Oh, yes. So, what have you been up to?” Plankton asked me, completely ignoring Spongebob’s panic attack after his question. I was a little stunned.
“Well, nothin’ much. Just waiting for this party to start,” I said, acting like nothing exciting had happened the last couple days, when, in fact, they had. Plankton thought this was hilarious, and started laughing as hard as possible. He was pretty strange.
After he stopped laughing (which took a LONG time), he finally spoke, hiccupping a few times in mid-sentence.
“You’re so-- HICCUP!--funny! I just--HICCUP!--came up, or tried to--HICCUP!--, come up with more plans to steal the secret--HICCUP!--formula. Nothing new, though.--HICCUP!--,” He said, or tried to say. I smiled at his attempt to act casual.
“This goes out to all you couples out here,” Patrick, the DJ, said. “How many of you are couples?” About nine tenths of the room raised their hands. I wasn’t included, and neither was Spongebob.
“Well, this goes out to you,” Patrick said stupidly. He was SO clueless sometimes.
Plankton smiled.
“Wanna dance?” He asked me. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak until after Spongebob was done with his panic attack and realized what Plankton had said.
“WHAT?! NO!” Spongebob screamed, almost going into another panic attack.
“Why would you care?” Plankton asked, looking at Spongebob.
“Cuz maybe I want to--” Spongebob stopped.
“What? Dance? With Sandy?” Plankton laughed. Wow. This was better than cable.
“Yes! I do!” I looked at Spongebob, my mouth hanging open.
“Sandy, would you like to dance with me?” He asked, reaching his hand out to me.
“Sure,” I said, smiling and getting out of my chair.
“WHAT?! But I asked you first! You want to dance with that barnacle head, but not me?!” Plankton’s face was turning from green to red. He was pretty mad.
I stepped out onto the dance floor, ignoring Plankton’s outburst. I was focusing on my hand in Spongebob’s. My heart was beating about a million times per minute, and my stomach was doing somersaults.
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BANG! BANG! Ugh. Someone's at the door and I'm still in my bed. I'm a mess. I was up till 3:00AM last night, or early this morning, whichever you prefer. If you're wondering, the reason I was up so late (or early) is because I was trying to figure out what I could do for Spongebob on Valentine's Day that would be so special, he'd have never seen anything like it. That's real hard work, if you haven't noticed.
Oh, man. I have to brush my fur and put on some REAL clothes, not PJs, before I answer the door. I don't want ANYONE seeing me like this.
I jumped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom. While I was brushing my teeth, I walked to my closet and opened up the oak door. A neat row of purple bikinis hung on one side, then my suits for when I go in the water were on the other side. I yanked a purple bikini off its hanger, and set it on my unmade bed.
Rushing to the sink, I spit and rinsed my mouth out. I set my brush down and went back to my bed to put on my bikini.
BANG! BANG!
"HOLD ON! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" I yelled, as I got my hair brush (or Fur Brush) and brushed my exposing fur. I felt a little chilly in my bikini, seeing as how it's February and two days until Valentine's Day.
"I'M COMING!" I screamed, while running out the front door of my Oak tree home.
I turned the cold knob on my front door of my Treedome, my fur bristling at the cold touch. It opened to show a yellow sponge with a water helmet over his head.
CHAPTER 2
"Spongebob! What are you doing here this early in the mornin'?" I asked him. My heart was pounding with, well, if you must know, love. I've had a crush on Spongebob ever since that day I saved him from that giant clam. But lately, it's been more than that. It's turning into love. I'm sure that Spongebob thinks we're just friends, though. So I must contain my feelings.
"We agreed that I would come over today at 8:00 to plan a Valentine's Day party at the Krusty Krab," He replied, walking past me with an armload of supplies, including his bright yellow Planner I had gotten him for his Birthday. Wow, he actually LIKED that? It was the only thing I could find, even though I wanted something MUCH more special.
"Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout making ya wait forever. I had to stay up late last night for something, and I guess a girl needs to have her Beauty Sleep," I told him, embarrassed by having to apologize for something like that.
"It's OK, Sandy. I've done that before. What did you have to do that made you stay up that late, anyway?" Spongebob asked.
"Well, uh, just............something like work." It really WAS like work, so it wasn't a lie.
"Oh, well, you look great for a squirrel who didn't get all of her Beauty Sleep, and had to get ready that fast," he said, his face starting to get redder and redder by the second.
"Well, shucks, Spongebob. Thanks," I said, my face doing the same thing. I could feel it getting hot. I rubbed my foot on the ground while I said it, because I was clearly flattered. Hearing that from the guy I practically LOVED? Well, that was just awesome.
Spongebob cleared his throat and said in a business-like voice;
"Well, let's get to work planning this party. It's gonna be great!"
We both walked over to my picnic table and sat down. Spongebob put his pile of supplies on the red and white checkered table cloth.
"Right, so, one of us needs to cover decorations, and the other needs to figure out how many people are gonna be there, the food, and just how many supplies we would need," Spongebob told me, still in his business voice.
"Well, as you can see," I waved my arm to show Spongebob my well-decorated home. "I'm pretty good with decorations, so I think it would be better for me if I did them for the party. But that's only if you're OK with all that MATH," I told him, making sure he knew that I was open to both suggestions.
"Yes, your home is decorated VERY well, Sandy. Decorations WOULD be best for you, and, don't worry about me and the math, I have my trusty calculator, BOB!" Spongebob said, holding up a square yellow calculator, apparently named Bob.
"OK! Fine with me. One question, though. Who's takin' care of the games?" I asked him, knowing that if he chose Squidward or Patrick for them, they would stink.
"Oh, I have Pearl on that. I know it wouldn't be a good job for Patrick or Squidward, and Pearl's very hip and she knows what's new, so I trust her," Spongebob said, nodding. Relief washed over me.
"Music?" I asked.
"Patrick's on that. Don't worry, though. I gave him a pile of CDs that were up-to-date, and NONE of them had Goofy Goober. I told him to pick about ten songs altogether for the party," Spongebob said, smiling. I loved his smile.
Anyway, all we did for the rest of the day was plan the party and buy supplies for it. This was the PERFECT day. I got to spend it with SPONGEBOB!
CHAPTER 3
After the whole party was planned, the decorations picked out, the games set up, and the music picked out, we were done. Spongebob and I had a celebration dinner together. Yay! I lit candles and got fresh-cut red roses for the picnic table we were eating at.
“Wow, Sandy. This is really, uh……………nice,” Spongebob said, tugging at his collar.
“Thanks,” I said, blushing. I wanted our special dinner to be, well, romantic. That’s why I had a vase full of roses, and lit candles sitting out.
“Right, so, uh, I’ll go get the plates and food,” I said, starting to rush off. A soft yellow hand appeared on my arm. I blushed even more.
“Let me help you,” Spongebob told me, getting up. He was such a gentleman.
“Uh, OK,” I said. I could feel my face getting hot. We walked side-by-side to my kitchen. It had wood flooring (of course) along with oak cabinets all around. A simple round table set in the middle of the room. I got out the Ham, while Spongebob got out the beans, corn, and Sparkling Grape Juice. I picked up the noodles on my way out.
The rolls lay out on the picnic table already. I sat down my food I was carrying and went back inside to get the glasses for our Sparkling Grape Juice.
After everything was on the table, Spongebob and I sat down and started talking and eating. It was like, well, I hope it was like a date. I really didn’t know how Spongebob felt about me, yet. Was it the dreaded just friends? Or was it more than that?
These questions haunted me all the way until I fell asleep that night, then, instead of just haunting me and my thoughts, they haunted my dreams.
SANDY’S DREAM:
“Hi, Sandy! Want to have a picnic together?” Spongebob asked me. I was very excited, due to the fact that it was Valentine’s Day, and this might be the day that I find out if Spongebob loves me, or just wants to be my friend.
“Why, sure, Spongebob! Just let me get my suit on,” I said, rushing to my bedroom. I grabbed my water suit, put it on, and rushed back out to Spongebob.
“Ready!” I said, smiling. He smiled back. Did I mention that I loved his smile?
We walked to a secluded spot and sat down. I helped Spongebob set out the lunch. I felt so jittery and shaky, I had to deny pouring the Sparkling Grape Juice, because I was afraid I might spill it. We talked and ate. After each of us were done, we talked some more. In fact we talked so long, it was starting to turn dark. I had to light some candles he brought. Spongebob said that he brought them just in case it got dark, and, well, it did. Here it comes, I was going to tell Spongebob how I felt about him.
“Spongebob, I like you,” I blurted, embarrassed.
“Well, I like you, too,” Spongebob stated it like it was obvious. I grew excited, then sad. I realized he meant he liked me as a friend, not that kind of like. I sighed.
“Spongebob, let me show you how much I like you,” I said, pulling my helmet off, and leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. He pushed me away.
“Sandy, I don’t like you like that! Now I can’t ever see you again--it would be too uncomfortable! You just ruined our friendship! Goodbye!” He screamed. Oh, no. He didn’t love me. I was so sad. I started crying. He had just left me, crying and drowning, drowning and crying, drowning, crying…………….
CHAPTER 4
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” I woke up screaming with my face in my pillow. It had been such a horrible dream, a nightmare. But, somehow I had a feeling that there was a chance that Spongebob didn’t feel the way he had in my dream. Well, we’ll find out sooner or later.
I decided I had to get up and eat breakfast, maybe put some nice clothes on--instead of these itchy PJs. I started making some eggs and bacon, even though I was kind of depressed all because of that stupid dream.
When the bacon and eggs were done, I took a seat at my round oak table and started to eat slowly.
When my breakfast was finished I put another one of my purple bikinis on and left my Oak tree home. Watering the daisies that surrounded my home, I started humming to myself. I wasn’t going to let a stupid dream depress me on the day of the Krusty Krab’s Valentine’s Day party! I was going to have fun and forget about what happened in my dream! Oh, man, I couldn’t wait for 5:00 when I’d walk over to the party and see all my friends, and maybe Spongebob.
Somehow I found things to entertain me till the party. That was pretty hard, seeing as how I woke up at 8:05, and the party was at 5:00. I had to wait eight hours and fifty-five minutes! But, I did it, and it was time to at least get ready for the party.
I opened up my smooth closet doors, and stepped past my bikinis and water suits. Behind my regular outfits, there was a beautiful white door with a brass gold, curvy knob, and a simple pink heart outlined in red was painted in the middle. Shaking with excitement, I turned the knob. Sparkles were everywhere, and there was a light that was blinding. OK, just kidding. But it was a pretty beautiful sight, with all the rhinestones and sequins. Yes, this was my secret closet that holds Holiday dresses. I had about four dresses to choose from on the Valentines’ Day section. They were all red, white, or pink. Some had more than one color.
Wanting to look extravagant for Spongebob, I pulled a simple hot pink silk dress off its hanger. It had shiny white and red rhinestones at the neckline. This was the one.
I brushed my teeth ( Again. You know, I’ve always been taught to brush my teeth before I go anywhere, so…..), making them pearly and white. I heard a soft rustle, and realized there was a light breeze outside. (How? I live in a dome underwater……) So I picked up a white short sleeved shrug to put on my arms, seeing as how my dress had spaghetti straps.
I brushed my fur and put my dress on. Looking in the mirror, I saw how elegant I looked. If this doesn’t “wow” Spongebob, I don’t know what would. I decided I needed one more thing--a simple gold chain necklace that would pull my whole outfit together. I got one from my jewelry box and hooked it around my neck.
I checked the shiny mirror. That should do it. I looked like a million buckaroos. (Or as you would say it: bucks)
Grabbing my purse on my way downstairs, I realized that I was going to be underwater! I had to put on one of my bland, bulgy water suits. Dang it! But then I heard a voice outside. Fear spread through my body, making me paralyzed. What should I do? It’s not like I could chase them off if they were a robber! I had high heels on!
CHAPTER 5
I made up my mind and decided to check out who was there anyway. I mean, if it was a robber, I could just yank off my shoes and kick their butts, couldn’t I? Well, I stepped outside, and guess what? It wasn’t a robber!
“SURPRISE!” A whole crowd screamed at me. Wow! A surprise Valentines’ Day party for me! Let me tell ya, I was shocked. I wasn’t expecting it at all. Hey, what the heck, though--it’s a party and I’m gonna enjoy it!
“What are ’yall doin’ here?” I asked.
“Well, we knew you’d want to look nice for this, and if it were at the Krusty Krab, you’d have to wear one of those ugly water suits,” Patrick said, having no consideration for the squirrel this was said to.
“Well, thanks, Pat,” I told him with a bit of sarcasm and sincerity, while I hit him upside the head. I mean, on one point, he was being rude, but on the other, he was being thoughtful on account of me. The whole gang was being thoughtful.
“Let’s not be lame and talk all day, let’s get this party started!” One of Pearl’s teenage friends yelled. A lot of rough and loud cheering came after that. So, on that note, we started the party. The music was turned up as loud as possible, (thankfully good music), the games were started, and the food and drinks were being served.
I felt a light tap on my back, and turned around. What I saw made me smile. Spongebob was dressed in a black tux and a red tie. He looked like he had just come out of a store that sold wedding clothes. Spongebob straightened his red silk tie and looked me straight in the eyes.
“You look great,” He said, blushing a little.
“Huh?” I asked.
“You look great!” He told me a little louder.
“Huh?!”
“YOU LOOK GREAT!” He screamed. The whole Treedome went
quiet. Everyone (which is about 60 people altogether) was staring at us. Even the music was stopped. Now I was blushing right along with Spongebob.
“Heh, thanks, Spongebob,” I said quietly, while I looked down at my feet that had red heels strapped to them. Then I said a little louder:
“What are ’yall starin’ at?!” I looked around the room. Thankfully, Patrick lost a few more brain cells, and turned the music up to full volume again.
“Want me to win you a stuffed animal at the games? Your choice on which one you want,” Spongebob stared at me with hopeful eyes.
“Sure, why not,” I said as a smile spread across my face. We practically skipped to the Claw game.
Purple and blue, with shiny silver on the edges, the Claw was fairly large. It held many furry stuffed animals that had yet to be won by young couples, and any other party-goers. There were bears, cats, dogs, dragons, love bugs, and many more inside. I found the one I wanted: a medium-sized white bear who was holding a poofy red heart covered in light lace.
“Spongebob, that’s the one I want,” I announced, pointing to the bear. It was laying on the top of the pile, so it made it easier for Spongebob to get it.
“OK, Sandy! Let’s see how many times I have to put these shiny quarters in this shiny slot until I get that one you want!” Spongebob told me, sounding quite over the top just for a stuffed bear.
“If you say so. I don’t want you to waste your money, though,” I said, worried he’d waste too much money.
“I’m gonna get you that bear!” Spongebob said, determined.
He stuck a quarter in the slot and red and green lights started flashing after the quarter slid through. A woman’s voice came out of nowhere, saying: “Welcome to the Claw, where you have to be an expert to get the prize you want! Each game is a quarter, and you have 45 seconds to get your prize. If you stink and don’t get one before the time runs out, sorry about your luck. You’ll be shunned for the rest of your life, because everyone would know that you stink at playing the Claw, and you’ll have to become a Hobo, and live out on a shuttle in space, eating only tubes of astronaut food. Have a nice day.”
“OK!” Spongebob said with a smile of excitement on his yellow face. He put his hands on the black lever, and started pressing buttons all over the place, until the silver claw was right above my bear. Then he pressed the biggest green button there was, and the claw lowered on top of my white bear. It grabbed it with ease, and carried it over to the chute where you get your prizes. My bear came shooting into the air, and I reached up and caught it. Spongebob really was an expert at this.
I smiled as I admired the cute little bear.
“Wow, thanks, Spongebob. It’s so cute!”
“You’re welcome, Sandy. Let’s go get some punch.”
“OK.”
We walked together, me holding the bear, and Spongebob
fiddling in his pocket, trying to put his quarters back in. A mat was spread out where the dancing and eating was, so that I wouldn’t have to clean up my grass after a surprise party for myself. They really had thought of everything. This was wonderful. I didn’t even mind if Spongebob wanted to just be my friend, I just liked being here with him. Don’t get me wrong, I want Spongebob to like me more than that, but I’m OK if he doesn’t. As long as I get to spend time with him.
We arrived at the punch bowl. It was filled with red liquid. Spongebob grabbed two glasses and took the sthingy to pour some punch in each. He handed me one after he was done.
“Thanks,” I said.
He dumped his glass of punch in his bowl of water that was on his head and started sucking up the punch/water. It must not have tasted very good.
“Mmmmmmmm, tasty,” He said, looking at me with delight. I took a sip of mine and smiled at him. It was pretty good.
CHAPTER 6
The food was awesome. There were Krabby Patties, cakes, fried seaweed, and much more. I chose a Krabby Patty with ketchup and sat down at one of the tables. I set my food and punch on the white tablecloth. Spongebob joined me to drink his bowl full of punch. Apparently, he needed to concentrate to drink. I laughed a little while I chewed my Krabby Patty. He had his tongue stuck out while he was looking up at the bowl of punch on his head.
“Hey, Sandy. How’s it goin’,” A small voice said from behind me. I turned around, but no one was there.
“No! Down here!” The voice said again. I looked down and saw a green body about 4 inches tall.
“Fine, thank you, Plankton,” I said, a little confused. Plankton climbed up a chair leg, and sat down beside my chair. He then realized that he couldn’t see my face, so he climbed up on top of the table and turned to look at me.
“Much better. Anyway, what have you been up to?” Plankton told me with a smile. Spongebob seemed to snap out if his trance of trying to concentrate on his punch and stared wide-eyed at Plankton.
“Plankton! What are you trying to do to Sandy?!” Spongebob pointed a thin yellow finger a little too close at Plankton’s face. Plankton seemed to be totally calm.
“Can’t I have a nice little chat with Ms. Cheeks without someone accusing me of doing something?” He asked, his face expressionless. Or, at least, until he turned to me. His face turned from expressionless to a wide smile.
“Where was I? Oh, yes. So, what have you been up to?” Plankton asked me, completely ignoring Spongebob’s panic attack after his question. I was a little stunned.
“Well, nothin’ much. Just waiting for this party to start,” I said, acting like nothing exciting had happened the last couple days, when, in fact, they had. Plankton thought this was hilarious, and started laughing as hard as possible. He was pretty strange.
After he stopped laughing (which took a LONG time), he finally spoke, hiccupping a few times in mid-sentence.
“You’re so-- HICCUP!--funny! I just--HICCUP!--came up, or tried to--HICCUP!--, come up with more plans to steal the secret--HICCUP!--formula. Nothing new, though.--HICCUP!--,” He said, or tried to say. I smiled at his attempt to act casual.
“This goes out to all you couples out here,” Patrick, the DJ, said. “How many of you are couples?” About nine tenths of the room raised their hands. I wasn’t included, and neither was Spongebob.
“Well, this goes out to you,” Patrick said stupidly. He was SO clueless sometimes.
Plankton smiled.
“Wanna dance?” He asked me. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak until after Spongebob was done with his panic attack and realized what Plankton had said.
“WHAT?! NO!” Spongebob screamed, almost going into another panic attack.
“Why would you care?” Plankton asked, looking at Spongebob.
“Cuz maybe I want to--” Spongebob stopped.
“What? Dance? With Sandy?” Plankton laughed. Wow. This was better than cable.
“Yes! I do!” I looked at Spongebob, my mouth hanging open.
“Sandy, would you like to dance with me?” He asked, reaching his hand out to me.
“Sure,” I said, smiling and getting out of my chair.
“WHAT?! But I asked you first! You want to dance with that barnacle head, but not me?!” Plankton’s face was turning from green to red. He was pretty mad.
I stepped out onto the dance floor, ignoring Plankton’s outburst. I was focusing on my hand in Spongebob’s. My heart was beating about a million times per minute, and my stomach was doing somersaults.
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