After Spongebob had left Sandy needed to get her mind off of the guy. She couldn't do any sporting so she decided to drown herself in work. She had already started the breakthrough of something brilliant. It was an virtual reality helmet she tried to develop years ago, but creating a fantasy in ones mind that appeared before the very eyes just over coarse of thought was much harder and scientifically advanced than cutting through a mapped out time line already in existence. If you'd accidentally thought of something scary, or your mind tapped into a traumatic memory in virtual reality would allow you to re-live it. Processing through thoughts was hard and probably would never be invented due to liability. Choosing a destiny in time was much easier since the viewer was fully aware of the consequences. She had kept it secret for years. Working on it every so often when she'd find herself depressed but now, after years of pain it was finished. A portal over the eyes that let you see into any point in the subjects life that they wanted to see. Just as she was about to flip the switches on, she heard someone at the door. "Patrick? Uh... Hi..." She almost smiled.
"Oh these are for you." He handed her a box of chocolates. He was dressed in a fancy outfit. She noticed he had his water helmet on and didn't forget to put it on this time. It felt weird being around him now knowing he was straight. He looked into her arms to see the box that was in the shape of a heart pressed into her arms. Now she did smile. "Fer me? How sweet. This is so --" She opened the box, she stared into it for a few seconds blankly before looking up silently. "Patrick, this box is empty."
She noticed chocolate smeared around his lips. Her black eyes rolled.
Now this probably seemed odd and unlikely to most. The smartest in the ocean liking the dumbest? Sandy didn't see it that way. Patrick was actually very intelligent. Out of a snowball he was able to form a three-dimensional model of Deoxyribonucleic acid. Or the time Patrick cracked one of life's biggest advances and created a parallel universe on the other side of a mirror. His genius was rare though, but she figured he was just like all of the other genius' of life with their eccentricities. Van Gough, Einstein. Every brilliant mind had their odd little quirks. And Patrick's fascinated her. She wanted to study him more and see what made him tick. If he could only tap into that intellect whenever he wanted, combined they could invent anything! Not to mention Patrick was very funny and sweet. Sandy probably had more of a fascination with digging into his mind than she did a romantic interest. She was just blurred right now. "Would... Ya'll like to come in? I could whip us up a batch of tea and cookies?"
"Actually, there was something I came here to tell you, but I can't can't remember what it was."
"Does it have anything to do with why you're all dressed up?"
SpongeBob had been thanked 3 times by Patrick. Patrick kept forgetting he thanked SpongeBob. He also kept forgetting it was him that went over there and asked her, not SpongeBob. By now SpongeBob was clued into every detail of their night. He still kept getting a funny feeling in his stomach that returned. He tried to block it out by watching television, walking Gary, cooking, but he couldn't shake it. He decided to go over and see Sandy again to tell her what was on his mind. He felt something he needed to get off of his chest.
He left his house, it was cooler so he threw a jacket on, even though he usually never ever wore one, and started off in the direction of the dome.
Meanwhile Sandy had put the helmet, which looked like one you'd find in a game arcade for one of the helmet anyone asked she'd just go along with it being a new video game. She lay her hand on the control panel and pressed a button. She started to type in some detail. "Hmm let's see. What would happen if I traveled 2 years into the future at this moment in time? Without going to the dinner with Patrick, without leaving this spot. What would that map out fer my future." Sandy glanced at the clock inside and started to punch it in for two years. She listened as it started to make all these beeps, bells and whistles. Then a picture appeared before her eyes, it was somewhat blurry but started to get clearer within seconds until the picture was very high resolution.
"Wow, I never would have imagined to find butterflies so cute when I use to be scared of them. "
Sandy and SpongeBob had climbed Sandy's tree and now were laying on a branch, watching the butterflies in a mid afternoon, slow day in June. They obviously could survive in Sandy's air fortress. Future Sandy glanced at future SpongeBob who was laying down, both hands behind his head, gazing up into the air. "Guess you never really appreciate it much when you're from the surface world. Especially in Texas. We'd see this sort of thing every spring and summer."
"Do... " SpongeBob looked around at them with nervousness. "Do they bite?" The sudden outburst of laughter Sandy recognized as her own started to play. "Nah, they're gentle creatures."
SpongeBob stood up on the branch and tried to catch one with his hands, but the slow flying butterflies even were too quick for him. He tried a few times with no luck. Impatiently he darted out to grab one but had rushed too much and stumbled off of the branch, losing his balance. He felt himself fall from with under and he would have landed hard and hit the bottom of her dome if Sandy's fast reflexes hadn't grabbed his hand in time. His body dangled in the air. SpongeBob looked down at feet and feet of pain he could fall too. He looked up and saw his yellow arm being held above his head, Sandy's hand gripping his hand. "Hold on SpongeBob." She pulled him up effortlessly until he was close enough to grab. She lay her hand upon his back and pulled him onto the branch she was sitting on. She guided him to safety but he was still jolting in tremors. He started to shake and tremble in fear. His system still in fright from the impact. She noticed how badly he was shaking and how scared he looked. She smiled down at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close to her side. He stopped shaking for a moment and looked up at her. They looked at each other blankly for a moment until he broke into a small smile and slowly rested his head upon her shoulder. "Thanks Sandy."
"Don't mention it partner."
"You know this has been the best anniversary I've ever had!"
"It's been yer only anniversary SpongeBob. I mean I am yer first girlfriend."
"Yer first girlfriend...Yer first girlfriend...Yer first girlfriend..." It started to echo back in her mind and slowly drown out until she woke from the trance.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Violent screaming started to pour and sound out of her lungs. Forcefully she kicked. She twisted back and forth in her seat hysterically. SpongeBob, who had been standing there watching her for only about 20 seconds promptly removed the helmet from her head. Her eyes had been shut tightly now instead of wide in shock. She was still spinning her head around so he had to grab her shoulder to try to calm her. "Sandy! Sandy! It's SpongeBob. You're okay!"
She paused, everything inside of her got real still and silent for a moment. The helmet was no longer over her eyes and she could still hear him. She allowed her rounded black eyes to open themselves up, but as she did she saw SpongeBob in front of her. "SpongeBob?" She combusted into another terrified shriek which caused him to jump back and remove his hand from her shoulder. As she watched him fly back into the air, his hand lagging behind she pieced together he was touching her.
SpongeBob wondered if he'd came at a bad time. "I just came over to talk... Are you okay?"
"No! I mean... YES!" Sandy shook her head. She took his arm and started to drag him to the door. "Listen SpongeBob, It's nice ya came over here and all but you've really got to leave. Now!"
"But Sandy."
"What??" She let out a sigh in frustration, she was extremely fed up, as she looked down she noticed all her fingers wrapped around his forearm. She screamed at the sight and let him go quickly. "Oh dear! . . . SpongeBob! You've got to get out of here now."
He took the hint and nodded, he started to walk to the door and she followed behind him anxiously. "Okay Sandy, but what time should I come back?"
"Never!"
He stopped walking and shrieked. He swallowed a hard gulp inside of his throat. His voice started to crack. "N-never?"
"Look... SpongeBob, I'm sorry this is on such short notice but I know ya'll are here because earlier today I said we weren't good friends anymore and you probably want to come here to fix that, right? Well if you really want to be a good friend you'll never ever come over here again, call me, look at me, even think about me!"
He felt heartbroken, confused, shocked and abandon. "But Sandy! Wait! Whatever I did I'm sorry!!"
She pushed his back until he was out of her door. "It was nice knowing you SpongeBob. But this is the way it has to be. I'm sorry."
SLAM!
Sandy felt bad the way they had to end things. She even felt bad for her hostility but she couldn't hang around him and allow it to turn into a... relationship. It was best to cut the ties now before they grew to that. Maybe one day she'd get a chance to explain herself. Hopefully by then it wouldn't matter. He'd find a nice girl, settle down, maybe take over the Krusty Krab one day, have a couple of children and live in that pineapple home. Sandy just didn't want that. She wanted to explore, do and see it all. Live on the wild side of life and on the edge. And if one day their worlds should have ever collided, and they meet each other up again. Him beside his wife, with baby on the way. Her doing what she always loved to do. Maybe even with Patrick. By then she'd smile at him in their new lives and remember what life use to be.
Man this was depressing to read but I'm trying not to over do the Spandy because I know I tend to get obsessive with it. Speaking of Spandy, wasn't the vision romantic?