Big thank you to Guest Jenna who requested I keep writing! This ones for you!
"W-What?" I asked, taken aback. What in the world was he saying?
"Nothing… Nothing. Here." He said, holding out a pearl earring. My eyebrows furrowed again. I touched both of my ears and realized my right earring was missing.
"Thank you," I said gratefully, taking it out of his hand and putting it back in. I fumbled and dropped the backing. As I bent down to pick it up, Patrick kneeled down as well. I stopped, looking straight into his cool blue eyes.
"I've got it," We both said at the same time. I chuckled and looked down at the silver backing.
He grabbed it and held it out to me. I reached out for it and he grabbed my hand, pulling me into him. He gently grabbed my chin and I looked around to see if anybody else was witnessing this. What if somebody caught us together and told Spongebob? All thoughts completely flew out of the window as he placed his own smooth lips on mine, slightly chapped out of pure nervousness for my interview.
As stupid as it sounded, my first thought was what chapstick did he use?
And my second thought was pure worry.
What if we were caught?
I placed my hand on his chest and slowly pulled away in order to ensure his feelings were not massacred in the process.
"Patrick, what if-"
"Trisha, I'm starting to think you're just trying to lead me on." He said, standing up. I stood up after him, my eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean?" I asked. How was I leading him on? He's married for Neptune's sake!
"Oh, nevermind, I've got to go. Here comes Spongebob." He said, gesturing behind me. I looked and found him stomping towards us. Patrick walked towards him while I speedily walked away, intending on going home and locking my doors tightly.
I partly expected Spongebob to come bursting through my doors, partly expected to hear him explosively yelling at Patrick, but neither happened. In fact, I didn't see the pair the rest of the day until the sun had gradually painted Bikini Bottom's skies in an array of blues, purples and pinks. I felt awfully jealous.
What had they done? I wondered. My face scrunched together in distaste as I caught a mental image of what might have happened. I shoved the thought out of my head immediately.
The rest of my night was spent trying to banish mental images that failed to leave, even when I closed my eyes. They were almost burned into my eyelids by the time I frustratedly ran a bath, drizzling the bubble bath soap in under the tap.
The doorbell rung just as my bath filled and I huffed in annoyance as I stomped down the stairs and opened the door.
"Yes?" I asked exasperated as the door swung open. "Oh…"
Spongebob stood next to Patrick who looked uninterested.
"Have you seen my ring?"
"No." I answered immediately.
"Patrick what are we going to do?" Spongebob cried.
"It's just a ring," Patrick said.
"Just a ring?!"
I looked around awkwardly as the fought.
"Yes!" Patrick yelled back.
"Patrick, do you even know how much it costed?"
Patrick groaned and looked over at me, trying to find an escape from the yellow noisemaker.
"It's just a friendship ring, get over it!" Patrick yelled.
