By Dark Inkling
Spongebob sat at the desk of his study, his heart racing as he thumbed the pages of his Driver's Manual, occasionally writing things in a nearby notebook. He glanced, yet again, at the vase on the edge of his desk filled with sea flowers. He held back a blush and continued to study, but only briefly.
He sat there patiently flipping each page before getting flustered. "Aw! Tartar Sauce!" He tossed the book hardly down on the table. It was so hard to consentrate with these stupid flowers sitting there. They had been there two days, ever since the postman brought them in a neat mail-order style package.
Delighted by the delivery, but shocked at the flowers. It was so bewildering. Who would send him such a gift?
Spongebob studied the flowers again, studying each sea-daisy petal, each stem, and each leaf until he had them memorized. He pulled the tan tag out of the desk drawerer and examined it yet again. "To SpongeBob, From Your Secret Admirer." He read aloud.
It was so confusing? Who under the deep blue sea could these be from? He pulled out his list of potential admireres:
Sandy - Most likely, but after several hours of testing them for Karate' traps and finding nothing, it became clear that they were not from her.Besides she was a 'land critter' and that would complicate things.
Gary - likely because of all the favors Spongebob does for him, but not likely because he can't use a phone to call the mail-order company, at least not by himself.
Patrick - Same as Gary.
Mr. Krabs - Too expensive, besides not his style.
"Ugh." Spongebob said. This sure was a toughie. He didn't really like any of his friends like that, and he wouldn't be able to put anyone down like that. Why risk the friendship? But what if when he found out who it was, perhaps he might like them back eventually? Then what?
Spongebob glance at his snail-shaped wall clock. It was way past his bedtime. He got ready for bed, and went up to his room, ploping down on the bed. He lied awake for awhile, wondering, and before he shut his eyes to go to sleep, he decided that he would take it day by day, and hope that tommorrow he may find out who sent those lovely sea-flowers.
Miles away at the Chum Bucket, Plankton paced the floor, hoping that his beloved sponge recieved his gift, and hoped that tommorrow, he would have the courage to tell him who they were from.
I will write more on this story, if readers would like me too, but I feel it is pretty compleate. Please take the time to review! Thanks for reading...
-Inky