His hands gently caressed my lower back, slowly following the slight curve that followed before a loud knock resonated throughout his monumental rock. My eyes flitted up to meet his widened ones. I stepped back, my cheeks an abashed vermillion.
"Go answer it," I whispered. He nodded slowly as his eyes scanned from the very top of my head to my well-painted toes.
He walked over to edge of his house before calling to his visitor.
"Come in."
I watched as the rock swung open and revealed an irked Spongebob.
"We were supposed to meet ten minutes ago!" He yelled accusingly. Patrick stuttered before finally coming up with an excuse.
"Well, Trisha just woke me up. I went to bed a little late last night." He claimed. Spongebob's eyes snapped over to me and gave me an accusing look.
"I-I'm sorry." I apologized, brushing my bangs out of my face. He disregarded my apology and looked back down at Patrick.
"We need to talk," Spongebob said sternly, giving me a dirty look. My cheeks became even hotter and I helped myself out of Patrick's rock, giving him one last look before Spongebob slipped in and the rock shut with a loud thud. I stood at the edge of his rock until the only noise left was Spongebob's shrill yelling. I slowly walked back in the direction of my house, peeking behind my shoulder every few steps, hoping Spongebob would storm out and leave Patrick alone again, so I would be able to go back inside.
After a few minutes, I finally realized they were probably going to be talking for a while, so I entered my own house reluctantly.
It was so unbelievably unfair! How could Spongebob just… just barge in like that? And give me that look? What right did he have?
I huffed and crossed my arms beneath my bosom, pouting.
It wasn't like they were… They were together. They couldn't be together! They had been friends for years, if they were together it'd be weird, right?
I tried to pound my doubts out of my head- I didn't need even more stress in my life. The constant stress of my unreachable crush on Patrick Star made it easy to over-stress.
I delicately sat down on my couch and turned on my TV, watching the pointless pictures flit across the screen as my mind continued to race.
A loud knock was heard at my front door only twenty minutes after I initially sat down and I arose quickly and ran to the door, smoothing down my hair in hopes that it would be Patrick at the door.
I placed my hand on the cold metal of the door and slowly opened it.
It was Spongebob. Patrick was guiltily standing behind him. My heart began racing. Had Spongebob found out? Already?
"Next time, just wake him up and leave. You have no business being in his house." Spongebob demanded.
I was about to politely comply, but a bubble of anger rose in my stomach.
"Why should I?" I asked, my voice thick with conviction.
Spongebob gripped Patrick's wrist and thrust his hand in my face, which made me flinch backward. I inspected his hand before scanning across the shining wedding band. Spongebob held up his hand and showed me the matching ring. Something inside of me legitimately broke. I looked straight at Patrick, deep into his eyes, but he quickly looked away out of shame.
Had he really touched me like he had, knowing he was married to that yellow fool?
