Next installment. No this isn't a Spandy fic despite what I wrote. Keep reading, it will get better, trust me.

"Ohh... That was fun..." Spongebob breathed after him and Sandy finally stopped their karate fight.

"Heck yeah..." Sandy agreed, huffing up and down before taking off her karate gear and setting it down on her bedside table. "So...did that make ya feel better?"

"About what?" He had also taken off his karate gear, and was now staring in question at her. He had completely forgotten.

"Oh...um...nevermind. Nothin." She said. She didn't want to upset him again, so she just kept quiet.

"Oh. Ok." He didn't even bother asking again. He was too happy after their fight. He sat down on her bed and lay down on the left side and sighed.

Sandy looked at his position on her bed for a moment. Then she noticed Spongebob patting the other side. "Wanna sit?" She felt a blush come across her cheeks and she continued to stare.

"Sandy?"

"Huh?" She snapped out of her trance. She felt herself become redder.

"You ok? You're all red." He commented, looking at her face intently.

"Huh? Oh...oh yeah!" She laughed slightly. "Sorry. What did ya say?"

"I said do you want to come sit with me?" He repeated.

"Uh, yeah sure." She stuttered, taking the right side of the bed. 'Pull yourself together Sandy ol' girl! Stop blushin, you can hold yourself together for one night...' She thought.

She grew more hot as she felt his body up against hers. They were so close. And he was just sitting there idly, as if this wasn't weird at all. 'We're in the same bed, how is he not blushin'?' She thought again.

He cleared his throat, which startled her for a minute. "Well, this was nice. Since, we haven't played together in a while."

"Yeah. Wanna come over again tomorrow?" She asked.

"After work I think I can." He said. "Oh nevermind, me and Patrick were gonna play tomorrow."

"Oh that's ok." She said, trying to not look disappointed. "What are y'all doin'?" She asked, trying to keep conversation going. She didn't know why, as they never had trouble holding a conversation, but today seemed different. Was it because of the Squidward thing?

"Oh we were just gonna drop by Squidward's house and-" His eyes widened and he sat up quickly. "Squidward! I completely forgot!" He jumped off the bed and got his karate gear quickly.

"Ok, so maybe..." She tried to ask him, but he was in a rush.

"In a couple days!" He shouted, running out the door. "Bye, Sandy!"

Sandy watched him run towards his street in a hurry. Slightly sad, she walked back inside her treedome and sighed with longing.

"Squidward!" Spongebob yelled as he ran down the road to his home. "S-S-Squidward!" He grew tired easily because of the fight from earlier, but he continued on. When he finally reached his door, he didn't bother knocking. He just burst through the door and followed the sound of his clarinet playing. He ended up in his art room and slammed against the wall, as he had been running so fast.

Squidward stopped playing abruptly and sighed when he noticed Spongebob against the wall. "Spongebob, what do you want?" He groaned, setting down his clarinet on the table beside him.

"Oh, Squidward..." He quickly got up. "I...I forgot to give you..." He started searching his pockets for the present, but his eyes widened when he remembered he had left it on the side of the road.

"Spongebob, if this is about that present, I told you, I DON'T want it." He said, watching Spongebob feverishly searching his pockets.

"No...it's here...somewhere..." He said, cursing himself that he had forgotten it.

"Oh, that's GREAT." He began to push Spongebob out of the room. "Now get out of my house."

"Wait, Squid, I can go find..." He began.

"No! How many times to I have to say it?" Squidward had turned his body to face him. "I. Do not. Want a gift. From you!"

Spongebob blinked. "Why?"

He groaned. 'Why can't he take a hint?' He thought in agony. "Because." He picked up the sponge and went down the stairs and set him in the doorway. "Now GO."

"Because why?" He asked.

"Because I don't want a present from you!" He yelled, trying to put more emphasis into his words so he would get the message.

"But...it didn't look like you had any from other people." Spongebob said, looking slightly sympathetic.

"I do." He lied. He had truly only gotten one from his mother. Something he didn't even want. But he still attempted to look as angry as possible. "You just didn't see them. Now please...LEAVE." He pointed a tentacle to his pineapple house.

Spongebob felt bad, but nonetheless he knew Squidward's anger would boil over at some point, so he just happily said, "Ok! I'll just give something to you tomorrow!" And he ran to his house.

"N-no, Spongebob!" Squidward tried to stop him, but he had already gone inside his house. He sighed and went back inside his own, making sure to lock his doors in case he decided to come back. 'Why does he even BOTHER if he knows I don't like him... Same reason as always. He just loves annoying you." He rubbed his temples in frustration and went upstairs to go to bed.

"Alright Gary, I messed up this time." Spongebob said to his snail as he searched his house again. "But I know I can find something else if I just look hard enough..." He went through his room hurriedly.

"Meow." Gary mewed as he slithered his way over to his owner.

"Hmm...I know! Squid likes art, so I could paint something for him!" He pulled out a piece of paper and some paints.

"Meow..."

"I WAS a great artist in high school, Gary!" Spongebob retorted as he began sketching.

Gary rolled his eyes and pulled out a messy slob of a picture from his treasure chest bureau. "Mreow.?"

Spongebob glared and threw away the paper he was working with. "Oh, and you think you can do better?"

Gary erased what was on the paper and drew feverishly with an eye stalk for a few moments, then handed him a detailed picture of himself to the sponge and smiled in victory.

"Ok, you got me..." Spongebob groaned. "Ohh...face it, Gary. I can't make something for Squidward. I can't even find anything..." He slumped sadly.

Gary felt bad for him, as he knew how much he wanted to make Squidward happy, even if his friendly attitude was rejected. He slithered downstairs quickly to his cat bed next to Spongebob's tv, and lifted it to reveal a treasure trove of incredible items. Great works of art, gems, and others. He quickly grabbed a shiny item and hid it under his shell and slithered back upstairs.

He tapped Spongebob with his eyestalk and meowed. He looked up sadly and Gary pulled out a shiny, gold clarinet that shimmered beautifully in the moonlight.

Spongebob's eyes glowed as he took it in his hands. "Wooooow! G-Gary, where did you-"

Gary grabbed it from him and played a few notes on the instrument that sounded absolutely beautiful. He handed it back to Spongebob and he stared at it in awe. "Squidward will love this! Thanks buddy!" He hugged his snail tightly. The poor creature groaned but smiled at his owner's happiness. After a while he started squeezing too tight and he could tell, so he let his snail go.

He grabbed more wrapping paper and carefully wrapped it. He then put a label on it that said,

"Sorry about today, Squidward. I hope you like it.

Love, Spongebob"

He set it down at the end of his bed and climbed into bed and set his alarm. "Wait'll Squid sees an eyeful of that..." He whispered to his snail before drifting off to sleep.