Disclaimer: I don't own SpongeBob SqaurePants. He and the rest of the characters belong to their rightful owner the genius; Stephen Hilenburg.

Notes: I love Spandy interactions. Thanks for the reviews guys it does gives me confidence as a writer. This chapter is a contrast to the first one about eye colours. Enjoy!

Title: Brown

Her eyes are wonderful, stunning no gorgeous, exotic or maybe...

"SpongeBob, are you even listening?" He was barely listening to her.

"Of course Sandy."

"Then what did I say SquarePants?" She demanded. 'Fish paste' he muttered under his breath.

"You know. I heard about the chimpanzee bosses and the time travel warp, thingamabob zone." He quickly saved himself.

"I know. Don't ya'll think think it's crazy what they want me to invent. I have a life too!"

"Yup. It's crazy." He said less enthusiastically.

It was an average, warm day in Sandy's tree dome. Sitting on her bench and discussing the insanity of her chimpanzee bosses. SpongeBob couldn't care less about her bosses for he was deeply intrigued by Sandy's eyes. The colours they would change into by demand of her emotions. It was breath taking. He was in a trance just by her eyes.

The shade of brown of her eyes ranged of: mahogany, camel, caramel, Sandy (One of his favourites), auburn, bronze, copper and coffee. The best one, his favourite was the chocolate brown for they were the most attractive eye colours he'd ever seen in his twenty-something years of life.

"SpongeBob, SpongeBob? SpongeBob!" He snapped out of the trance. What was going on? It looked like he was in trouble because Sandy's eye colours were swirling into the colours of: Maroon and Chestnut. He was dead. At least his last view would be her stunning eyes.

"Am I that boring SpongeBob? What's going on? Just tell me your staring at." Her sienna, brown eyes were fixed only and solely on him and he froze. He didn't know how to put into words her confused mood. These eye colours were going to rival her happy ones. What good competition.

Without thinking, or knowing, he slipped into his trance again. His thoughts were now verbal.

"I can't find the correct words to describe them. Their too magnificent." What was the colour again? He wondered.

Sandy looked behind her. All she could see was her tree house and a water fountain and that wasn't anything to be amazed about.

"SpongeBob what are staring at?"

"Chest. Nut. Chest Nut! That's what it is." And Sandy thought to herself, 'Chestnut, he's staring at Chests, a Chest...He, wasn't, he wouldn't. She angrily blushed all over and covered her bikini with her arms and shot daggers at the sponge. She couldn't believe it. He was staring at her, her.

It was a loud scream. "You've been STARING at my CHEST!"

"Yeah Chestnut," It took him two-point-five seconds to realize the mistake he had just made. He snapped out of his trance for the final time and got the courage to look up at her eyes. That was a mistake. His brain replayed the scenario he was in twice and SpongeBob was close to freezing up. He was in grave danger.

"No! I wasn't s-staring at your ch-che-chest. You've got to believe Sandy! You know I'm not that kind of guy." He rambled on and pleaded with her.

"Calm down Sponge Bob, I believe ya. I swear with you the porch light's on but no one is home."

"What do you mean Sandy?"

"I mean, tell me now what going on?" He gulped. It wasn't going to be easy but she deserved some explanation at least.

"I been distracted by-"

"By-"

"By your eyes. Their really captivating and I've been lost in them; I can't seem to find my way out. When your mood changes your eye colour changes too, I mean they stay brown but change into different shades of brown. I really like it." He said the last part quickly but Sandy still heard. He thought that.

"You think my eyes are pretty."

He chuckled nervously. "There's other words for pretty but yeah, I do." Unexpectedly Sandy laughed and looked at SpongeBob slightly with a blush.

She confessed as well. "How ironic. Last week when I was acting weird and ran to my tree house," He nodded. "It was because I. I was staring at your eyes." For both of them it was a relief getting the 'eye thing' out of their system. The other felt the same way.

"Heh. Thank Neptune for our gorgeous eyes." They both stared into each other's eyes, fully concentrated with no distractions. Neither was ashamed or embarrassed.

"Yeah. Thank him."

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