A/N: I'm feeling much better in regards to my mental health, so here's an update. Thanks for the reviews. What's one thing you enjoy about my writing?
SpongeBob entered his home, absent-mindedly petting Gary as he hung his work hat up. He smiled, finding Sandy and Squidward still on the couch, watching another movie. Sandy noticed him first, smiling as he walked further into the living room.
"Hey, you two, how's Squidward holding up?" he asked, sitting in between them and throwing an arm around Squidward.
"I'm fine," Squidward answered, popping a piece of candy into his mouth as The Bodyguard played. "Sandy told me something interesting."
"Ooo, what is it?" SpongeBob asked, looking at Sandy.
Sandy looked back, a blush working its way to her face. "I, uh, I'll be movin' in with someone by the end of the week once I leave." she finally said, smiling as SpongeBob gasped and took her hands in his.
"That's great, Sandy, who's the lucky person?" he asked, blue eyes shining. He was so excited for her new opportunity on land and had heard she reunited a family.
"My, uh, old bodyguard, Shadow. He's lettin' me stay with him 'til, well, 'til we get some things worked out." Like her overall relationship with him. Whether it was a romantic or platonic one. Whether she was actually supposed to working on charts for their living arrangement and if, oh. She blushed as the realization hit her. "That sly dog," she mumbled, ignoring the look Squidward gave her.
"I hear wedding bells, myself," he said, laughing at his own joke and yelping as Sandy hit him in the scrawny arm. "Well, it's true. It was bound to happen sooner or later,"
SpongeBob looked between the two before he shot off like a rocket towards the closet in the living room.
"What kind of cake are you having? What about decorations? What about your dress and his tux? Are you matching or is it gonna be black and white?" SpongeBob prattled off, opening a book labeled 'Friends' Weddings'.
Sandy chuckled, moving the book out of the way so she could see SpongeBob's face. "Come on now, that ain't happenin' 'til much, much later." Or ever. Marriage was never really on Sandy's bingo card.
SpongeBob nodded seriously for a moment before flipping pages in the book and turning his excited attention to Squidward.
"I had picked out colors for you and, and. . ." he paused, swallowing as Squidward leveled the sponge with a single look. "Never mind, what movie are you guys watching?" he asked instead, knowing that bringing up Will wasn't a good idea. Squidward was still fresh off seeing his boyfriend dead in their home.
"Actually," Sandy started, pausing The Bodyguard. "I wanted to ask a few questions 'bout Will,"
Squidward swallowed. He was tired. Tired of crying. "Alright. What is it?"
Sandy shifted, turning her full attention to the cephalopod. "I know this ain't easy, so ya can stop me at any time. When you. . .found Will, did anythin' seem odd to you?"
"No, besides the door being unlocked." Will worked from home, and he always locked the door after Squidward left for work. "I just. . .Sandy, I. . ."
"It's alright, take your time."
Squidward smiled sadly at the amount of care she was showing. "Thanks." Squidward took in a deep breath and let it out. "The knife, I had never seen it before. It was so. . .big and. . .sharp." he sighed, covering his face. "I keep trying to forget and it keeps coming back."
Sandy put a hand on Squidward's shoulder, pulling him into a strong, secure hug.
"Wh-why'd you ask that, Sandy?" SpongeBob asked, putting the book away and sitting on the couch in between them.
"Cause," Sandy shrugged. "I think Will was murdered, things ain't addin' up n I intend to get to the bottom of it."
