"Why would she want me?" I wondered sitting on my bed, thinking about a squirrel, "Why?" I am just a sponge in a sea of confusion. Although I love flipping patties and jellyfishing with Patrick, there is just one creature I love more. But she only thinks of me as a friend. For my entire life seems like a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece in it. Who knows what would happen if I ask her out, so why, oh why would she want me?
The moment I saw her wrestling that giant clam, I knew I have found that missing piece of the puzzle. She introduced herself as Sandy Cheeks, and Thus began love right there and then.
Love. Love seems like a hard word. It actually used to make me sick, believe it or not. But now that I have met her, it is one of the few reasons to continue on. Love.
"You know what?" I told my pet snail, a meowing type who is very odd to me, yet who I love anyway, named Gary, "I am going to Sandy's house." Gary just meowed, with a non caring expression, like always. Sometimes I wonder if he even cares about what I am saying. But it didn't matter, I was going and that was that.
There was a blue squid who lives in a tiki head for some reason, named Squidward. He seems to be annoyed by my presence, yet I remain completely unaware of that, I went up to his house anyway, shouting
"Hey, Squidward!"
"What do you want from me?" He cried, seemingly angry at my existence
"Oh, nothing" I replied
"Then go away!" He angrily said, and closed his window.
Patrick was out at his house, or rock, playing in his yard. Patrick is a pink starfish who is my best friend, but sometimes I think he doesn't really care. He may pretend to, but I am just uncertain of it. He is kinda tubby, but I never call him that. I learned my lesson once.
"Hey, Patrick" I said
"Wanna play with me?" He asked
"No, thanks. I'm going to Sandy's house" I replied.
"Sandy, Sandy, Sandy. When is it ever going to be me?"
Even though I do most of my things with him, I just ignored him and went down the road to Sandy's house. I couldn't go into her dome without a water helmet. I learned that lesson multiple times, so I took out my trusty water helmet and knocked on her door. The squirrel opened the door. With her bright beautiful eyes, and her amazingly combed fur, and of course those buck teeth.
"Howdy, SpongeBob! Come on in" she said.