A/N: Check bottom! This story was hard to write. :/
The bright yellow sponge bounced down the gravely path towards his friends rock house.
He stood outside of it, the sound of the tv coming from it. It sounded like the Jellyfish Cartoons were on tv, Patrick's favorite show.
Sponge Bob was happy today.
Making Krabby Patties today was very enjoyable and he was really excited to visit his friend.
He knocked on the big rock, and the noise echoed loudly. The rock rose up from the ground to reveal Patrick sitting on his couch digging into a bag of seaweed chips.
"Hey sponge bob!" he shouted, his mouth half full. "Come join me!"
Sponge Bob happily walked in and shut the rock behind him. He took a seat next to Patrick and got ready for an hour of Jellyfish humor.
A perfect ending to a perfect day.
Sponge bob reached his hand into the bag of chips, helping himself. The only noises were the munching of the chips and the sounds of the tv.
Sponge Bob reached his hand into the bag once more, ready to grab a handful of chips, but something happened.
Just as he was reaching his hand in, it seemed that Patrick had the same idea.
Their hands touched briefly. Both of them glanced up at each other, and back down at their hands. They were still touching. Neither removed their hand.
Deep inside, Sponge Bob had this feeling. It was a feeling of love, of compassion just at the touch of Patricks soft pink skin.
Patrick was suddenly all Sponge Bob wanted. It was all he needed.
Patrick pulled his hand away and continued watching the show, seemingly unfazed.
But Sponge Bob had changed. Something deep inside of him, changed.
Authors Note:
This took forever to write.
Patrick is such a simple character, but Sponge Bob is like this complicated thing I can't seem to get right.
But this one I feel like I really caught him in his sensitive spot that he always has hiding under his skin and it's finally showing.
Thanks for viewing and reviewing! Should I write another? This is the only time in life where I can really lose myself.
*Daniel
