***Rights go to Hillenburg, you know the routine, let's get on with this.
Chapter One: What Just Happened?
"So it could be...or maybe it's...it might've been...ah, forget this!" SpongeBob cried in defeat. He looked at the clock with tired eyes: 1:38 AM. Great. Work started in less than five hours. It lead back to the question at hand: why in the world was he still awake?
It had to do with Sandy. That was for sure. Ever since the dance ended, she was on SpongeBob's mind. It was crazy! There was a notepad and a half filled with crossed-out reasons as to why this was.
One of the big ones was that he'd always loved her but didn't know it. SpongeBob still remembered trying to save Sandy from the giant clam, although she had been perfectly okay. Yes, that day was forever etched in the young sponge's mind. It seemed like a good reason at the touch.
It'd been crossed out two seconds after it was written.
SpongeBob had gotten to thinking: Why have I not seen it before? He'd always tried to impress here. Like back with the Anchor Arms dilemma. He would've told any other girl not to sign him up or would've left all together. But Sandy had been so hyped up for the event...
...but that was just his wondering. Where did Sandy's love come into play? Maybe it was during the 'Ripped Pants' incident. SpongeBob had faked his drowning that day. Before he could admit that it was a joke, he could've sworn he heard Sandy crying.
It was like the old saying: you never know what you have until it's gone. She knew what she had and thought it was gone.
The clock read 1:52. SpongeBob yawned and laid his head on the pillow. As he drifted off to sleep, he could only think of one thing.
It was his love for Sandy.
***Chapter will get better soon, just stick with me. Reviews appreciated!
