A/N: Old fic I got from a notebook. Enjoy.
Spongebob. The yellow annoying sponge. With his cheeky smile and weird laugh. He was almost always happy. It made Squidward sick. Squidward hated the thing. He disturbed him everyday. Squidward no longer had privacy. Squidward wanted to get rid of him... But he just couldn't. Squidward couldn't get the guts to do it even though he wanted to so badly. Squidward's inner feelings contradicted themselves. The feeling of pure hatred and the very puny, but strong, feeling of... Love? Squidward hated himself. He knew it. That feeling is love. He loved Spongebob. He'd scream this in a pillow before he slept. Squidward Tentacles loved that sickingly euphoric sponge and hated it.
He hid it behind his hate but its getting harder to hide. It starts to seep out from behind the negative energy and makes him show kindness.
"Squiddy, you can only hide so long," His mind would tell him everyday.
"I know! But I'm not ready to tell him,"
"You cannot be afraid of rejection, can you? That sponge is basically all over you!"
Squidward would hit himself for thinking like that. Why did things have to be so complecated for him? At the end of the day, Squidward would have a prep talk with himself.
"Squidward, you are a hateful person. Remember that. Hate is all you know. Love can not invade your perfect system. You hate him," That usually got him through the night.
A/N: Sorry if this is really stupid. No flames!