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Title: Blurting

SpongeBob could keep his thoughts as secrets...sometimes. He claimed to have gazillion secrets still implanted into his head that he had never told a soul. There was that one time he told Patrick. He swore to never again do that again. The few months into the year, he had been spending more and more time with Sandy, growing from best friends to the greatest. Spending time with his crush wasn't the problem, it was the thoughts that went through his head about his crush that were the dilemma. They weren't dirty, no way but they could be suggestive. Apart from that, they were pure honest and genuine. When he blurted his thoughts out about her they were the exact truth. That was the problem.

Two week ago

"Isn't the sunset just beautiful SpongeBob?" The sunset was lighting up the sky underwater as if it was lit by a powerful candle. It was splashed with the colours reds, orange and even dark rosy pink and purple. It was gorgeous, he admitted it but something else was more captivating. In a lazy manner the sponge spoke.

"Your beautiful Sandy."

"Huh?" She turned to examine him; he caught onto his mistake

"Wow. Look at that swirl of, um, pink. " When she turned to look at the sunset again, he relaxed. It was good save, he couldn't afford to make small mistakes like that again.

Four days ago

The squirrel named Sandy Cheeks stomped around SpongeBob's condo in rage.

"Sandy. It's just a fortune cookie." The yellow sponge hesitantly spoke slowly not to enrage her even further.

"I know what it is!" The sponge cringed at the tone of her voice. She immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry SpongeBob, I'm not mad at you. It's just that. How am I supposed to know I'm in love when I don't truly know how it feels to be in love?"

She was in love. His heart was pounding because he desperately wished it was him but the chances were that it probably wasn't. Even though it would hurt him (a lot) he would help her because he quite experience in knowing how it felt and hurt to be in love. Now, how was he going to teach her this lesson without revealing anything?

"When your in love. There's this feeling inside of you that you just can't explain in words." She sunk down on the sofa to sit beside him.

"Yeah."

"You. You can start blushing and smiling when you see them." She nodded her head.

"You want to spend to spend as much time as possible with them. You might even love spending your time with them better than working at the Krusty-." SpongeBob held back his tongue and turned slowly towards to see if she caught him out.

"Sorry SpongeBob I didn't hear the last bit. Better than working where?" He thanked Neptune she missed that particular bit of his sentence.

"I said just better than working." She nodded her head again and signalled for him to go on. She swore she heard him say Krusty.

"Um." He had trouble saying the next bit as it was going to get personal. "As well as loving them for who they are on the inside. Y-you can help being mesmerized by their appearance."

"So, if their good-looking?"

"Yeah. For example their eyes, noses, cheeks, especially the eyes." He really couldn't help looking at hers. "I mean if they have the most gorgeous brown eyes you've ever seen: or the most cutest pink nose under the sea: or a luscious multicoloured brown fur sk-"

"Fur?"

"Fureet! Feet. Beautiful feet, how can you forget the feet?" Sandy looked at SpongeBob as if he was overdrawn at memory bank. He was jumbling his words and then replacing them with things she was a hundred percent sure he didn't say.

"Feet SpongeBob. You know your in love when your attracted to the persons feet? He chuckled nervously. When she put it that way, SpongeBob understood the stupidity of his words but anything was better than exposing his affection for her.

Yesterday

"I'm in love with you."

She whipped her head around to him so quickly she probably broke four muscles and two bones. She was sure her ears weren't deceiving her this time.

"SpongeBob. Did you just say?"

His eyes widened so big they nearly fell out their sockets. It had happened before. He only blurted out that confession because it was that spur of the moment thing that occurred. He tongue acted on its own accord. It was her fault as well. She decided to wear a delicate, diamond-like white rose around one of her ears and a short, cream wavy dress and the sun was shining on her and...She looked like an angel. It was her fault-she didn't exactly warn him that she would be drop-down gorgeous today. Though it was her right, her choice whether she wanted to warn him or not.

"SpongeBob."

He wasn't sure of what to say or do. The only thing he knew was that her whole face became an adorable flustered shade of pink. He scanned through his mind to his memory of what he had said or done or thought of in the last two minutes before his confession outburst. SpongeBob sadly realised he had blurted out something once again.

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