The Truth

By: Ghostwritter9396

Ch. 1: Good Morning

The underwater sun rose over Bikinibottom signaling a new day. A loud fog horn sounded once or twice, waking Squidward Tentacles out of a deep relaxing sleep. He jerked, sitting straight up in bed before he heard a loud SMASH outside his window. He groaned. He knew what it was without even looking. His annoying neighbor (and ex-boyfriend) SpongeBob's alarm clock had been tossed out of the pineapple house he occupied. Whenever that happened instead of its usual sudden disablement, it meant Squidward's other neighbor, a lazy fat pink starfish that slept under the rock on the other side of Squidward's teekee hut, was over for a 'slumber party'. Squidward tried not to think of SpongeBob and his new boyfriend over there, probably sharing a good morning kiss at this very moment. He sighed and looked at the time, 7:45, better get going or he'd be late for work again.

Not that it mattered, he had been late for work every day since he started, unless you count the year or two he and SpongeBob had been together and the yellow annoyance had made sure both got to work on time. He had been working as the cashier at the Krusty Krab ever since he dropped out of art school and had done probably everything in the book that would get him fired under any normal management. As it turns out however, he was not under normal management and the only thing that has saved his sorry ass from getting the boot was the mere fact that his boss, Mr. Eugene Krabs, was a money loving old miser who viewed letting employees go as a huge cut in profit. Paying employees aside, the cheap steak perceived that the less workers he had the less customers he would have because there would be less people to take orders and cook. Squidward could not, in a good mindset, disagree with this logic, but that krab certainly could afford to pay him and the sponge more than 15 dollars less than minimum wage. It was downright insulting, and to Squidward's knowledge, illegal.

SpongeBob rested his head on Patrick's chest as the starfish traced little X's and O's on his shoulders and back. He had worked it out with Mr. Krabs, he could have the day off today on account that it was his first year anniversary with Patrick. He would have to take Patrick there for a romantic dinner that evening to make up for it, but he didn't care. He loved his job and even though he loved being here with the love of his life he already missed the sound of the fryer. That is until Patrick lifted his chin so their eyes could meet. Then all thoughts of everything but the huggable starfish was driven out of his mind.

"What are you thinking about, Buddy?"

"How we're going to spend the day." SpongeBob responded happily. "I'm looking forward to the bubble blowing and the fair and then later jelly fishing."

"Before we do any of that though, I have something special to share with you." Patrick said softly. SpongeBob looked up at him curiosity filling his huge blue eyes, until Patrick's meaning became clear as the starfish pressed his hips upward that was, then they filled with amusement and excitement.

"My, my, that is something special." The sponge giggled as he slipped one leg between the starfishes and pressed back, grinding against his pink lover as he reached up and gently pressed his yellow lips to the Patrick's.

Plankton watched with his big single red eye pressed up to the window of the Krusty Krab as Squidward went in with as much enthusiasm one associates with a funeral. If there was ever a day that would be in his favor it's this day, the day practically the whole town was getting ready for the huge celebration for SpongeBob and Patrick. Plankton of course had not been invited but he didn't care, he was so small he wouldn't be seen. He was just doing some surveillance for right now, seeing where Krabs put the formula during the party. Knowing that paranoid old bastard he would most likely role it up and keep it in his back pocket.

"Mr. Squidward, it's about time you showed up." Mr. Krabs barked out as Squidward wandered into the fast food restraint.

"What is it now, Mr. Krabs?" Squidward sighed, knowing that the krab wanted something from him. He usually did when he spoke to him, otherwise his boss just ignored him and let him sit at his station without interference.

"I need you to help Mr. Squillium here grab the decorations for the party tonight."

"SQUILLIUM!?"

"Hey there, Squiddy." A sly voice rang out from behind Mr. Krabs. Sure enough there stood Squillium, Squidward's rival ever since high school. Ever since it was clear Squilliam loved his social status more than anything else.

"Mr. Krabs, please, can't Pearl or Sandy or Mrs. Puff or Larry or-"

"No, Mr. Squidward, I want you to go with Squillium." Mr. Krabs barked. "I don't trust me little Perl to be alone with me wallet." He leaned in close so Squillium couldn't hear his next words. "Besides, Squidward what's your problem with this guy? Are you two ex-lovers or something?"

Squidward felt his face burn but whether it was out of anger or embarrassment he didn't know. Grumbling he gestured for Squillium to follow him and he stomped out of the building, not bothering to hold the door for his companion and allowing it to swing back and hit him in that big nose of his. Squidward chuckled darkly to himself as he heard the satisfying CRUNCH of wood against quid.

Sandy and Pearl walked down the isles in the mall.

"I don't know what we can get them." Pearl sighed hopelessly. "No matter what we get Patrick will most likely try and eat it."

"Only if he's had too much ice cream before hand." Laughed Sandy. Pearl smiled. "What?" Sandy asked.

"I love your laugh, you know that girlfriend?"

Sandy laughed again and squeezed Pearl's shoulders, surprisingly small compared to her over large head.

"Well, you don't have to decide right now, we have a whole list of gifts to get, so you have time to figure it out." Sandy said reassuringly holding up a rolled up piece of paper that had everybody's gifts written on it. The two girls were in charge of getting all the gifts for the party. Sandy was in charge of holding everybody's money, and she now had a fist clutched tightly around the wad in her pocket. She couldn't wait to see the look on SpongeBob's and Patrick's faces when they arrived for their surprise party. They were the most annoying people in town but they were great together and she had to admit that they kept things interesting.