Chapter 3 of Patrick's Laptop has finally come! I have had a bumpy ride of late, but now I'm back, and the story is back and YAY!
Calm-Waters: Thank you! I did think of leaving it there, but I have new inspiration for this story.
Laughing Rain: Narrator FTW!
Riverfur: Woop!
Night with glowing stars: Thanks
My Animated Imagination: Pleasure to meet you. I'm a Warriors writer at heart, but if I get any more inspiration, I'll try and get a story in.
Tigerstar: …ok…
This is from Squidward's PoV! WOOOOOO!
Keep reading,
Leopardstorm
Chapter 3 - Sunday
Sunday. The day my cheapskate boss is forced to give us the day off. Sunday is the day that I can recover from the misery and despair that is work, and especially SpongeBob. The sun peeked through my bedroom window and onto my bedsheets, slowly but surely waking me up.
"Ah," I yawned. "Good morning Clarie." Clarie didn't say anything, but I knew she was bursting with joy. "This is perfect: no work, no early-mornings, and no SpongeBob!" I laughed quietly as I got up.
After I got up, had breakfast and read the Sunday Paper (which this time wasn't all over the floor like last week), I sat down outside with some Chamomile Tea.
"This is almost too perfect…" I murmured suspiciously. "Where is that yellow headache?" I looked around. Silence…
By four o'clock, there was still no sign of SpongeBob or Patrick. I was even able to have my weekly foot massage without incident. Suddenly, there was a massive bang as Patrick slammed into my door.
"Squidward! Squidward! Squidward!" Patrick was literally breaking down my front door. Sighing, I opened the door.
"What do you want, Patrick?" If I kept ignoring him, it would only get worse. Better to get the pain over and done with now, Squiddy. Just remember your karma.
"Look! Look! Seanut Brittle!" Patrick slammed what looked to be a brand new laptop. I was amazed. How can Patrick afford something like that?!
"How much was it?" I asked him, although I knew I wouldn't get an answer worth hearing.
"Um…I don't know, but doesn't look tasty?" His disgusting saliva dripped onto my foot.
"Eugh, Patrick, that's disgusti –" I stopped. "What do you mean you don't know?" Then I smirked. "You stole it, didn't you?"
"…no," Patrick looked terrified. That should keep him away for the rest of the day… "Goodbye, Patrick…" I shut the door on his blabbering. It was then that I had a fantastic idea.
"If I framed Patrick for theft, that means I wouldn't have to see him for at least another five years, and SpongeBob would probably decapitate himself in misery." I grinned evilly. "This could be my chance."
And with that, I got to work.
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By dinnertime, I formulated a whole plan. This was even more important than my clarinet recital practice I had planned. I had it all worked out. I'd invite SpongeBob and Patrick over for drinks the next day, then I would get him to show me what he can do with his laptop. Then, because he probably would have forgotten to take the receipt, I would ring the police. Then the police would come, they would be jailed and I would finally be able to plant that shrub I had got from Canada. This plan had to work.
This chapter is short, I know, but it is important. The next chapter is the last one…will Patrick get arrested? Will SpongeBob get reviews for the story he submitted? Will Squidward be able to plant that shrub? You'll find out next time!!!
Thanks for reading!
Leopardstorm
