I couldn't help but find myself staring at any chance I got.
His form was entrancing, his elegance astounding. His green shorts fit him perfectly and his smiling was blinding. There wasn't a single fault within him.
His name?
Patrick Star.
I don't remember when I began lusting after this appealing man, I can only remember how much it hurt when I came to the conclusion that he and his best friend SpongeBob were more than just friends.
I rarely talked to Patrick, for when I did I stumbled and tripped over my own words in an attempt to impress him. Needless to say, I often failed when trying to do so. I end up stuttering in reckless abandon as he looked down upon my vermilion cheeks and heaving frame. His beauty made me nervous.
Sometimes, when I am unoccupied at home, I think about what my life would be like with this man. How happy would I be? How many kids would we have? My heart ached at the thought of finally being happy.
I peered out my window to see if he had left his rock yet. I hadn't heard the loud slam of his rock closing after he left, so I assumed he either hadn't woken up yet, or he was at Spongebob's house. I sneered in the direction of the tacky yellow pineapple that sponge called a home.
What did he have that I didn't? I constantly wondered.
I huffed and went to my bathroom and took a quick shower before putting on my nicest dress and shoes and strolling out of my house, determined to talk to Patrick and make him feel as though I was worth his precious time.
I knocked on his rock and it swung open, his eyes heavy with sleep.
"Good morning," I called softly.
"I was taking my midday slumber." He replied in his rattling tenor. I took a small step back.
"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered.
"It's alright, I guess." He said as he peeled himself from the rocks smooth underside.
"Come on in." He said, swinging his arm. I nodded and carefully entered his elegant house. Everything was made masterfully from sand, which I found completely amazing. I looked around in slight awe at all of the fine details caught in the ageless sand.
"You're rock is beautiful." I proclaimed.
"Thanks, I try." He said, pouring himself a bowl of kelpo.
I giggled a little and he looked over at me, scanning my whole, well-picked outfit. He opened his mouth but abruptly shut it, shaking his head and looking down at his cereal.
I took a few steps forward, getting ready to egg him on to say what he intended on saying.
His succulent lips parted again, preparing for speech.
"Have you seen Spongebob?" He asked. I stayed silent for a few seconds, my heart falling.
"No, Patrick," I said, looking down at my arms which were folded beneath my bosom.
"Good," he mumbled, taking a few dominant strides towards me. I took half a step backward as he approached me, but stayed relatively in place. His left hand caressed my face gently as he looked into my eyes.
"You mustn't tell me what I wish to do to you," he said, his low voice coursing through every inch of my now shaking frame.
"Tell me what you want to do, Patrick," I whispered, gently trailing my fingertips across his bare chest.
"I'd rather show you," he said, trailing his fingers down my side in a seductive yet gentle manner. My lips parted in a silent sigh of appreciation as he let his fingers roam as they pleased.