Wowwww...long time no post!! Sorry about that guys, I'm don't have 'flying Spandy sparks' at the moment, and...well, it's hard to stay warm with a dying fire, y'know? But I know that a lot of people are looking forward to the onset of this story, and to be quite honest, I was really rather proud of the story plot, so I boogied and started getting it written! I don't have much more, but keep reminding me, and I'll keep updating. Or at least...try XD Enjoy!!

Chapter 8: "Sharon the Chipmunk"

"Sandy?!"

"Sharon!"

The girls both screamed in delight, and locked into a tight embrace. SpongeBob stood awkwardly to the side, smiling.

"Sandra Cheeks, I never thought the day would come when I'd see you on my doorstep once again!" Sharon, Sandy's friend in California, was a bubbly young chipmunk. "And I see you've brought a friend!"

Sandy's smile was broad. "Sharon, I want you to meet SpongeBob. He's a sea critter!"

Sharon smirked at Sandy. "I have a bit of ice cream in my freezer, if you two would come in and seat yourselves at the table, I shall have it served momentarily! Well don't just stand there, come in!" She ushered the squirrel and baffled sea sponge into her house and shut the door. "Dining room is this way!"

After spending the past four hours in Sandy's little car, listening to hours upon hours of Lonestar, Alabama, and Trace Adkins CDs on repeat, it was nice to step into Sharon's classy home. The walls were artistically adorned with pressed flowers, small figurines, and pictures of friends and family framed with oak and hung neatly along the hallways. A cream colored shaggy carpet bristled under their feet, cut off by bamboo flooring once the dining room was reached.

"Oh Sharon, what you've done to this place!" Sandy was saying. "I remember when you first moved in..." She laughed.

Once the three were seated together at the table, SpongeBob had a chance to take in the girl. She was short, much shorter than Sandy, and rounder, too, but wore the same loose smile and spoke with a slight drawl. It was much less recognizable than Sandy's, though. That could probably be contributed to her manner of speech; so formal, like she was narrating a novel.

Ding Dong!

"Oh, that'll be my boyfriend, Michael!" Sharon jumped up from the table at the sound of the doorbell.

"Ooh, what's this I hear?" Sandy teased, and put another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

The smirk that Sharon put on at the door returned, bigger than before. "Yeah, I've got a boyfriend now, Sandy." She looked over at SpongeBob, then back at Sandy, and then walked off to answer the door.

Sandy raised her eyebrows and laughed, and SpongeBob felt he wasn't getting the joke.

Sharon re-entered the room with another young chipmunk. His fur was darker than hers, and he looked a couple years older, but not much.

"Sandy, SpongeBob, this is Michael! Michael, remember me talking about Sandy?"

"Yeah, I do!" Was his reply. "It's great to meet you guys!"

"Howdy!" Sandy stood up and offered a hand, which Michael briefly shook. "It's nice to meet y'all."

"Pleasure's mine, ma'am."

SpongeBob stood up as well. "I'm SpongeBob! It's nice to meet you!"

Michael shook his hand, too. "You sure are a strange little dude, where ya from?"

"He is from the ocean!" Sharon excitedly cut in. "The two of them will be accompanying us for dinner tonight."

"Ooh, like a double-date?"

"Heh, 'cept we ain't dating." Sandy commented, blushing.

"Riiight." Michael smiled at Sharon.

"Well, I suppose I'll warm the motor up on the car." Sharon said, and the four headed off to dinner.