"SPONGEBOB"
Spongebob mentally shook himself. Squidward? Come to see him? He was ecstatic, and blushed. He couldn't help himself.
"Where's Patrick?"
His facade of rage quickly fell away, and he began to cry, so subtly that had anyone but Spongebob, who knew his every expression, seen, they wouldn't have known what was happening.
"Squidward, what's wrong?"
"I...I wish I was straight."
Spongebob's heart fluttered with hope, every pore in his spongey body seeming to absorb happiness, even from the air above the water. He tamped this down and tried to be sympathetic. Was it possible? Did Squidward feel this way about him.
Meanwhile, Squidward was shivering.
"I'm going to tell this to Spongebob? But I hate him. I hate him so much, I..." and then he realized how badly he needed to tell ANYONE and knew that although Spongebob was a giggling idiot, he was Patrick's best friend and so there must've been SOMETHING to him
"I'm in love with .. I.. .. I'm in love with Patrick.."
Spongebob's rosy cheeks turned white, and his heart sank like the titanic, cut by an iceberg of pain.
"So this is what it's like to have your heart broken..." he thought. His mind flickered between suicide and revenge on Patrick, but his love for Squidward was so pure that he simply had to choke out advice. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Not even a giggle.
Spongebob had been silent for several minutes. Squidward became very nervous. What if Spongebob was disgusted by his homosexuality, and wanted to tell all of Bikini Bottom? However, so shaken from admitting this for the first time in his life, he fell into Spongebob's arms, and as upset as they both were, for that moment a wave of safety and contentment fell over them both.
"I hope this moment lasts forever. They both thought. Squidward out of pain and fear, and Spongebob out of pain and loneliness
Meanwhile, Patrick had rung Squidward's doorbell for several minutes and gone home himself, wondering why the lack of an answer made him feel so terribly cold, alone, and empty.
