Failed Declaration
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: Failed Declaration :
"What are you doing here?", Squidward asks, yawning, hoping his unwanted visitor will keep it short.
Bouncing from what foot to the other, Plankton nervously looks around, to be sure that no one will overhear his hopeful words. After a minute, Squidward sighs in boredom as he pushes his front door closed. Knowing he'll never have the courage to come here again, Plankton steps in front of the hulking piece of wood, yelling, "I came here to tell you something!"
"Really...?", Squidward asks sarcastically, a grim look on his face not making it easy for Plankton to say what's been on his mind for past hour, day, week, hell, what's been on his mind since the first time he laid his eye upon the cerulean wonder of a squid that stands before him.
"I just wanted to say that I... That I..., well, that I lo-. Umm, that I wonder if you're free tomorrow night.", Plankton says, mentally cursing himself for sounding like such an imbecile.
Holding the door partially opened, Squidward looks down on Plankton, not even bothering to mask the distaste in his eyes and voice as he drawls, "Tomorrow night...?"
Holding his arms to his side, so he can't do that twiddle thing with his thumbs that his computer wife always hassles him about when he's anxious, Plankton answers meekly, "Yeah. Tomorrow night, Saturday... We can go out and..., err, do stuff. Maybe we can see that new comedy mov-"
"Excuse me Plankton,", Squidward interrupts the tiny owner of the Chum-Bucket, laughing "what in the seven sea's made you think I would ever be caught dead anywhere with you?"
With that Squidward none too gently knocks this bothersome vermin out of the way with the tip of his foot, before he coldly slams the door in Plankton's face. Struggling to muffle his heartbroken sobs, Plankton turns around slowly, thankful that no one had witnessed his great embarrassment.
It might be a sign of how much the universe hates him, when a crowd of jeering high school students begin throwing the trash they just picked up off the ground at him. Their leader in the letterman jacket hollers at him, "What a loser!"
Signing raggedly, Plankton chooses to take to long, deserted path home, to avoid as much harassment as he can. As he trudges on to his pitiful home, Plankton wishes he could take himself back to this morning and just pulverize the thought that on this day he would confess his feelings for his true love.
: Failed Declaration :
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