First REAL Pat/Sponge moment in this fic. I think you'll likey. :P

"Spongebob, wake up!" Patrick shouted loudly in Spongebob's ear as he slept soundly.

"Hunh... What?" He murmured sleepily, not opening his eyes.

"Wake up, it's important!" He shouted even louder as he stood in his p.j.'s by his bedside, looking extremely anxious.

Spongebob slowly opened his eyes, only halfway, as he was still half-asleep. He stared at his alarm clock next to him. He rolled onto his stomach and said muffled into the pillow, "Pat, it's three in the morning..."

"But Spongebob..."

"What?" He shot up in bed and glared at the star. He hated getting woken up at night, as he always tried to force himself to get at least eight hours of sleep before work. He never wanted to be tired.

Patrick dropped his desperate look and smiled sheepishly. "Um...do you have any ice cream?" He grinned.

"Wha...?" Spongebob was dumbfounded. "Pat, why do you always wake me up for this every time you sleep over?"

"'Cause I get hungry..." He murmured quietly.

Spongebob rolled his eyes and groaned. "Fine. Go downstairs and get some..." He covered his head with the pillow.

He heard Patrick whimper. "Come with me?" He whispered hopefully.

"Patrick..."

"It's dark down there!"

Spongebob lifted his head. "Come on." He got out of bed, only in his underwear, and headed towards the stairs.

Patrick smiled at him gratefully and grabbed him by the hand as they walked downstairs. He quickly flew to the freezer and picked out three different ice creams and then searched around the cupboards for some toppings.

Spongebob stood there in a daze as he yawned, still exhausted. He waited patiently for Patrick to finish making his sundae, when he noticed him carrying two towards the both of them. He looked at him confusedly. "Umm...why are you eating two sundaes?"

"That one isn't for me!" He said, sitting down at the table and setting one down for himself and one for Spongebob. "It's for you!"

Spongebob drew back. "Patrick, you know what ice cream does to me..." Referring to their past incident at Goofy Goober's where the two of them both got drunk on multiple Triple Gooberry Sunrises, and nearly tore the place apart. Dairy was not something their bodies excepted.

"Aww, come on, Spongebob!" He said, taking a huge bite of his own sundae. "It's just ONE sundae!"

Spongebob looked at the delicious looking sundae in front of him and drooled. He would be lying if he said he didn't want it. But he still resisted. "I don't know... Patrick, you shouldn't be eating any either!"

"Spongebob, stop worrying about me! He said, almost halfway done with his ice cream. "Now sit down and eat!" He pushed the untouched sundae closer to the edge of the table.

"Ohhh..." He couldn't resist anymore. He knew he was going to regret it later, but he couldn't resist the temptation of one of his favorite foods. He rushed over to the seat and began to scoop it into his mouth as fast as he could. Before he knew it, the whole thing was gone, and in fact he had finished before Patrick. He sat there, mouth agape, astounded at the sponge's feat. Spongebob just grinned as he licked the ice cream from his lips. Patrick quickly finished his also and rushed back over to the counter to make another.

"You're having more?" Spongebob asked, feeling the effects of the ice cream already.

Patrick nodded and he plopped one in front of Spongebob also. "Are you?"

Spongebob felt his stomach growl with detestation, but he couldn't turn it down. He and Patrick both downed their seconds quickly. Spongebob felt his head become a bit foggy, but he was enjoying himself. "Get me a third.." He told Patrick.

Patrick grinned and rushed back in a flash and came back with TWO more for each of them. Spongebob's eyes widened but he still devoured them. Patrick was still halfway on his third by the time Spongebob had finished. He almost dropped his spoon in his astonishment. Spongebob lifted his eyebrows and went over to the counter himself and made four more, two for each.

And the night continued like that, although it seemed that Spongebob was the only one eating it by the time they were done. Patrick stopped at his tenth, as he began to get delusional at that point. He watched drunkenly as Spongebob finished his sixteenth. His spongy head slammed down on the table and he groaned. "Ohh... I don't feel good..." He murmured.

"Y-yeah but that was f-fun, right?" Patrick slurred.

"You bet it was!" Spongebob suddenly lashed out and pumped his fists in the air, knocking Patrick clear off his chair. The star now lay almost unconscious on the floor as he tried to blink the fogginess from his eyes away. Spongebob looked down at him. "You know what would be a good *hiccup* follow-up to this?"

"Nope."

"DANCE PARTY!" He screamed, and he ripped off his underwear and ran into the living room. He turned on his boombox and loud rage party music began to play. He hit a button on the wall that caused a disco ball to fall from the ceiling.

Patrick grinned happily, and shakily followed his best friend to the living room. "WHOO!" He cried out and he grabbed Spongebob's hands and whirled him through the air like a speeding bullet. Spongebob laughed loudly as he spun in middair. Suddenly Patrick let go and Spongebob was flung across the room, smashing into his t.v., the screen obliterated. He didn't care though. He got right back up and grabbed Patrick. "Hey, Patrick! W-watch this!" And he moonwalked across the floor, stumbling all the while he did.

Patrick giggled, one of his eyelids beginning to twitch. "I...I wish I could do that, Squidward..." He grinned widely.

"I'm not Squidward! I'm..." He was about to say before he completely blanked out. "Uum...I think I'm Sandy..."

"Naw, Sandy's a mermaid!" Patrick came over to his side, and suddenly grabbed Spongebob's butt from behind him and held him above his head. "You dun...don't have a tail!" He pointed out as he squeezed him.

Spongebob giggled at the sensational feeling. "P-Patrick, stop it!" He cried as the star squeezed harder.

Patrick dropped him to the floor. "Sorry. Um...who are you again?" He asked questioningly.

"Sponge...something..." He murmured from the floor. His eyes then caught something on the table. A video camera. He got up to grab it and turned it on. He giggled as he raced back to the star and held it in his face. "So, Mr. Star... h-how's college turning out for ya?" He asked, now completely unaware of his surroundings.

"Amazingly Mr. Squarepants!" Patrick cried. "I'm at my graduation party...with all of m-my best friends..." He grabbed a lamp beside him and put his arm around it and looked at it seductively. "And my g-girlfriend, Linda!" He kissed the lightbulb, only to recoil from being burnt.

At this, Spongebob gasped and dropped the camera to the floor. "You...you have a...GIRLFRIEND?" He asked in horror.

"Yeah...why?" He let go of the lamp and it fell to the floor, lightbulb shattering.

Spongebob's eyes welled up. "I...I thought that WE..." he couldn't finish. He just broke down sobbing.

Patrick gasped and ran to his side. "W-what's wrong, Spongie?" He asked sweetly.

"I-I just thought... I thought...that YOU loved me!" He screamed in his face before breaking down sobbing.

Of course neither of them knew at all what they were saying or what was happening. Patrick shook his head violently and turned Spongebob to his side and shakily held his bony hands. "I was just kidding... I DO love you!" He cried.

Spongebob sniffled and smiled. "R-really?" He asked, stuttering.

Patrick answered this by tackling him to the floor and kissing him hard and long. Spongebob moaned happily as he returned them with equal enthusiasm. They sat on the floor like that for a good hour, just cuddling and making out to their heart's content. At no point did the effects of the several dairy snacks wear off in that time.

And what neither of them knew was that the camera that had been dropped on the floor was currently filming the ordeal.

Spongebob woke up with a moan and he held his head. Unlike alchohol, ice cream didn't have the hang over effect, but he still had a pretty bad headache. He found himself sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by ice cream glasses. The disco light from above him and he got up to turn it off. He had an awful stomachache as he got up and he slowly leaned back over to soothe the cramps. That's when he looked down and noticed that he had no clothes on. He was completely exposed.

Eyes the size of a grain of sand, he quickly peered around the room. In horror he saw Patrick laying down near where he had just been. A blanket covered where his privates would be. He shrieked in horror, and quickly covered his mouth when he saw Patrick stir. He frantically tried to search for something to cover him.

"Spongebob could you keep it down, I'm-" Patrick lifted his aching head, and stopped short when he got a load of the sight in front of him. He turned bright red.

Spongebob stopped short and giggled nervously. "Morning..." He said nervously.

Patrick blinked. "Um...am I still dreaming?" He asked sleepily.

"Uum..." Spongebob then lit up, realizing full well he could take advantage of the situation. "Yes, Patrick! You're still asleep, and dreaming... None of this is happening!" He said quickly and he rushed over and put Patrick's head back on the floor gently. "Just give me a few seconds, and I'll tell you when to wake up!"

As soon as he heard Patrick begin to snore he rushed upstiars and quickly put on his underwear and squarepants. All the while he felt a hot blush on his face. 'Neptune, I must have had too much ice cream last night...' He thought to himself as he ran back downstairs, fully clothed.

"Ok, Patrick, you're awake!" He called in his ear.

Patrick moaned and turned over onto his back. The blanket fell off but thankfully, he still was wearing his p.j.s. "Hey, Spongebob." He waved sleepily.

"Um, what happened last night?" Spongebob asked his friend.

"We had an ice cream eating contest." Patrick said, getting off the floor and sitting down lazily on the couch. "And...I don't remember what happened after that..."

Spongebob blinked, trying to put the pieces together. He was naked. The disco ball was going. Patrick was practically on top of him when he got up. He glared at the star, hands on his hips. "I told you, Patrick! We shouldn't have eaten ANY ice cream." He doubled over from a cramp and groaned in pain.

Patrick rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote. "You ALWAYS say that, Spongebob, but I know you love it." He tried to turn the t.v. on, but the remote refused to obey. He clicked it hard. "Spongebob, your remote's broken!"

He continued to rapidly click it, Spongebob still fogged up. Then his eyes flew to the t.v. The screen was shattered, the pieces of glass scattered on the rug. He gasped. "My t.v!" He cried. He ran into the kitchen to grab a broom and dust pan and rapidly swept up the glass. "Oh dear Neptune..." He murmured as he tried to sweep it up. He then checked all around his body. "Do I have any glass sticking out of me, Patrick?" He asked frantically.

Patrick glanced at his body for a few seconds. "Nope." He grumbled in irritation as he still attempted to turn the television on. "Spongebob, what's wrong with your t.v.?"

Spongebob held his head as he looked around his trashed house in confusion. "Patrick, can you leave so I can clean this up?" He asked quietly.

Patrick got down from the couch. "Sure. I'll just watch the new Mermaidman and Barnacleboy at my house..." He groaned in irritation as he left for his rock.

Spongebob looked around the house and sighed. He picked up the soggy sundae bowls in disgust as he washed the dishes and cleaned up all other messes. He then returned to the living room, looking around to see if he could find any other clues about what had happened.

Then he saw a flashing light under his ottoman. He leaned down to pick it up, revealing his video camera, still filming. He stopped recording and was about to delete it until he saw the thumbnail. Him and Patrick on the floor together. It was slightly blurry, so he couldn't quite make it out. He quickly pressed the play button.

And his jaw dropped to the floor.