Sixty Spandy Shots

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

Notes: This chapter can be seen as a continuation from 'Whipped'. Thanks for the reviews guys, I'm so happy you enjoy the story. Enjoy!

Title: Weak


It was the third time on the same day he successfully escaped from Sandy. He wasn't weak, he was strong. He wasn't going not fall for her charms so he wouldn't by running away like a weakling.

Remember what Patrick said: 'Don't look at her. Any part of her.' The other thing Gary said was...Oh barnacles. I forgot. This ain't good. The coaching advice SpongeBob's snail and best friend gave to him was slowly erasing out of his mind.

"SpongeBob there you are. I've been looking for you all day, I really need your help." This was bad. Sandy was staring right at him and he could feel the gaze pass through his spongy form even though he bent down 'pretending' to tie his shoe laces to avoid her eyes.

"We'll you found me."

"SpongeBob?"

"Yeah."

"Are you avoiding me today? Every time I saw or even talked to you, you changed the subject or ran away."

Still bent down tying up his other shoes. "That's nonsense Sandy. I'm not avoiding you."

She folded her arms, tapping her foot. SpongeBob knew by heart the expression that would be on her face.

"Really. You not even looking at me."

"I tying my shoelaces Sandy. I can't trip now can I." It was a weak attempt.

The frustration left Sandy's voice and she sounded apologetic.

"Look SpongeBob. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. Could you please just look at me."

He was going to crack. His brain was sending instructions to every muscle in his body to make a movement and his heart was pleading with him to look at her eyes. His soul wasn't helping either. It was a war with his own self he was not going to win. Sandy took action in the situation and held his head forcing him to look at her. SpongeBob made no sign of protesting for it was already too late. Brown met Blue and Blue met Brown.

"SpongeBob. I was wondering if you could you help me test something." The physical contact was cheating was not helping SpongeBob one bit, surely Sandy must have known she was his weakness. The poor, whipped sponge didn't have a chance.

"Sure. Why not. Whatever you say." His brain had already formulated the words for his mouth to speak accompanied with a smile. You couldn't trust your insides these days.

Both the snail and star were spying on the sponge and squirrel. Patrick threw his binoculars down on the ground in rage.

"All that hard work for nothing. He failed. I'm going home. See you later Gary."

"Meow"

Gary the smart snail thought to himself and concluded the dilemma his owner was in. When against the girl you secretly have a crush on and by chance practically owns you along with your heart, soul and mind not on your side. You were gonna lose whether you liked it or not. His master's weakness was Sandy Cheeks and that was that. The snail couldn't wait to tease his owner when he got home.

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