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Title: Jealously and Possessiveness
He had camouflaged himself and clumsily hid in the Goo Lagoon sand for thirty minutes. He had poorly worn a disguise and crouched behind a rock for sixty minutes, (he needed a good view of the tree dome). He had even paid his boss with money for a break early, so he could stealthily follow the different places his colleague took to her to. Could his actions be called spying? Yes, it could. A boyfriend tailing (more like stalking) his girlfriend during the week, had to be with-out-a-doubt a bad sign of some sort. For this usually optimistic boyfriend to warily observe (with high-tech binoculars of course): who his girlfriend was with on a specific day, and how she acted and talked with the said person had to imply that this boyfriend was perhaps mistrustful that his girlfriend could fall for another other than him. However, maybe this usually optimistic boyfriend was jealous of the time his girlfriend spent with other guys than him? It was most likely the case and unfortunately was.
The boyfriend's eyes twitched as the red lobster causally leaned his arms over his girlfriend's, and when his eye glared at how the pink starfish easily made his girlfriend double over wit laughter, or also when the turquoise octopus effortlessly kept his girlfriend engrossed with his discussions. The: lobster, starfish and octopus were indeed his friends, yet he; a yellow sponge, named SpongeBob, had been irked by them with a curious and envious eyes which he wouldn't admit to himself and let alone his girlfriend.
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"...He used to aggravate me. I mean I've always thought of Squidward as a stick in the mud, but lately-he ain't so bad. I like him." she says.
"Larry is literally the life of the party. Everywhere he goes, eyes are on him-even I can't help but stare." she exclaims.
"Y'all know that Rick, oh sorry. By Rick I mean Patrick." his eyes widened. "You must surely know how he sometimes rubs me the wrong way, well that's changed now. Ever since we've found a medium between us, we're becomin' closer than bark on tree." she declares.
When digesting her words down, it became hard for him stop clenching the glass in his hands so tightly. 'Calm down SquarePants. Sandy won't be pleased if you spill the lemonade over her couch. Like she always says, no need to throw a conniption' over nothing. It doesn't matter that she likes Squidward now, or that she can't keep her eyes of Larry or even the fact that...the fact that she has a new name for Patrick...It doesn't matter. At all.' he thinks.
"SpongeBob?" she questions, realizing the lemonade in his hands are spilling out it's contents. "Bob, what's up?" her hand rests on one of his shoulders, temporarily calming him down.
"Oh, nothings up." he responds, setting the drink down on the table in front of her couch. "I was just deep in thought, I guess."
Sandy removes her hand from his shoulder, studying him for a moment. "Hmm, you were deep alright. I called yer name twice and ya couldn't respond then." she chuckles to herself, recalling something in the past. "It's funny, how y'all remind me of Lucas on the show me and-"
He lost it there.
SpongeBob does not wish to know the other guy. He does not want to know who she's spending a lot of her time with. He does not need to know, but he does need to tell her something.
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Her words halt as the top-half of her body is pushed down on the couch, her head rested on the arm rest. The actions of the offender are far from malicious, but they weren't too gentle either. She looks up at him.
"Sandy, I don't want you spending your time with them." he states in all seriousness. "I don't want you spending your time with them any more. It's not...not appropriate." Despite herself, she almost flinches from his reprimanding tone of voice "I mean, you could easily go to to the mall with Pearl, create another amazing invention or even hang out at Ms. Puff's home-she is lonely sometimes."
She blinks at him, genuinely surprised. His words surprise her as well as his actions. Both his hands are gripping tightly onto her arms as if he was scared of her slipping away. Him manhandling her goes unnoticed for a moment, because the squirrel has never thought or even imagined in her life that SpongeBob (her boyfriend of four, and fourteen days) could sound and be so possessive as well as jealous. SpongeBob, green with envy? It's enough to make her laugh. The shock wears off because in all honesty, she's amused by such development from him.
Her voice is clear and calm, and that reaches to him. "Bob, y'all surely know that I ain't as dumb as a box of hammers. I do know who 'them' is." she says. "Don't lie to me. Answer me truthfully why you don't like me with 'them'."
His hands on her shoulders loosen their grip.
"B-because the way you and...you're always happy when...I don't," he pauses, brows furrowing in concentration to not shout at her and reveal how miffed he feels when Patrick, Squidward and Larry comment on the awesome days they've spend with Sandy. "I don't like it. Honest to Neptune, I just don't like it, nor do I accept it." The squirrel feels like gulping when his blue eyes darken a shade. "You're my girlfriend. Mine, not theirs."
The squirrel can detect the tones of: jealously and possessiveness emitting from his words. Still, she is amused, but him declaring her 'his' makes her heart pound louder and her mind blank for a moment. She's never seen this side of SpongeBob. She doesn't wish to question at this moment why she is feeling slightly thrilled at his last sentence.
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Reality crashed down on the sponge.
He slaps his hand over his mouth, realising all he's said and what he's done, or currently doing. SpongeBob leaps away from her to the other end of this couch, mortified and ashamed. A whole heap of apologies leak out his mouth, and all Sandy can do is watch and try not to giggle at such a scene.
'I wonder if I'll ever get used to his quick personality changes.' she thought.
"...That was so wrong of me. Really, really wrong." he comments. "My actions were worser than stealing candy from a baby, or littering on the pavement, worser than stealing the secret formula from the Krusty Krab or even-"
She scoots over to him, tapping on that bubble helmet of his to grab his attention. "Bob, it's okay, I forgive ya. No need to get all worked up over yer outburst." his head looks up at her, and Sandy can't tell if he was crying or not because his helmet is full of water. "I do see we're you're coming from, but seriously SpongeBob, y'all shouldn't be so jealous."
"I shouldn't? I mean, I wasn't jealous." he affirms.
She raises a brow at this. There's no way she's letting him off the hook so easily.
"You ain't jealous?"
"No." he voices quietly.
"Are ya seriously tellin' me that you ain't the least envious at how I can get a long purty fine with three other guys other than you, my boyfriend?"
Her eyes won't leave him. He can't form the words of denial at her when she can see through him so clearly. He has to submit. "Well, it's likely that maybe I'm...slightly," he stops, sucking in his cheeks to wonder to himself why it is so hard to admit. "as you said, perhaps I'm a little jealous."
The grin she tried to hold back is present her face. "Well partner, if by little you mean big then we're on the same page."
Nodding his head, the yellow sponge deflates a little, still not liking the fact he couldn't contain his struggles within him. One struggle becomes vocal.
"So...are ya still planning on going to the new museum with Squidward on Tuesday?"
The squirrel answers his question with a cheerful 'yes' before she realises, how the heck he knew such a thing? She decides to question him on the matter further later, the expression on his face is more important.
Sandy holds his hand in hers. "SpongeBob, look at me, 'cause I think you need to hear this." he turns and she points at him. "You. You, Mr. SquarePants are mah boyfriend. It ain't Larry, it ain't Squidward, and no matter how close me an Pat get, it ain't ever gonna be him. Understand." she squeezes his hand and moment later, he squeezes back. Before she can say more, he interrupts her by raising his hand.
"Yes, SpongeBob?"
"I'm more relieved about what you said about Patrick, but you didn't say that 'you ain't ever' gonna be with Squidward and Larry, so does that mean they still have a chance with you?"
She blinks at him, this time in disbelief. 'Has he been listenin'?'. She shakes his spongy form none too gently as if for the sponge to extract oxygen from the water in his bubble helmet full of it.
She stops shaking him. "Ugh, y'all can't be this jealous. Not even the colour of seaweed is as green as you." she sighs noticing that he didn't get her saying. She tries a different tactic. "Looky 'ere, Larry an me are friends, me and Squidward are good acquaintances, and me an Pat are somewhat friends and you and me are-"
"-together." he states factually.
Although Sandy refuses to detect the possessiveness that was in that statement, her cheeks do heat up. "Yes, together. This means that there are some things that y'all can do do that no other can do." she explains further. "For starters, you as mah boyfriend have rights to touchin' me."
He doesn't understand at first. "What do you mean by tou-" memories of the drama/romance film they watched a while back called 'Touchez-moi' re-enters his mind. A blush stains his cheeks. By the devious grin on her face, SpongeBob understands exactly what his girlfriend meant by touch. "Oh, is th-that so?" he manages to ask.
She nods, biting her lips from laughing. She wonders if he's reminded of the film they watched a while back. It has to be the explanation for the colour on his freckled cheeks.
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After much more blushing and near faintness at the explicit declarations of what SpongeBob can do to her that no other is allowed to, all things right in the world turn normal again.
He voices his thoughts out loud. "One day, I'd like to see you, get jealous or possessive over me."
She rolls her eyes half-heartedly. 'That'll be the day' she thinks. Sandy didn't get jealous or possessive-it wasn't in her nature (normally). "In your dreams, SpongeBob?"
"Maybe," he replies. "but I wonder how you'd react if you knew how Debby and Emily acted around me." He chuckles a little at the events that occurred on April the first. The two girls had been so serious then that he had nearly believed them. "I bet the almighty Sandy would feel a little green herself."
His chuckling stops, when feeling the temperature in the room cold. Ice cold. Looking at the squirrel next to him in question, he finds his answer. She's smiling, and by no means is it a genuine smile, but the innocent one. SpongeBob knows this smile by experience and it ain't too pleasant to remember how. His heart pounds when she speaks. "Emily and Debby, huh...y'all ain't ever mentioned them to me, SpongeBob." he winces at the accusatory tone in her voice. He begins to sweat at the next. "Who are they?"
A/N: So what's d'ya think of this chapter? I'm guessing some of you will know what 'touchez-moi' means, but if ya don't then search the word on google. Constructed criticism and advice is very much welcomed.
Spoiler: Next chapter-will feature a special moment between SpongeBob and Sandy. It's about time SpongeBob understood his confusion a lil' better.
ME TO YOU
Night-Waker: Spot on! For SpongeBob, it probably will be hilarious awkward for him and Mr. Krabs to discuss such things about a girl. Hopefully Squidward doesn't interrupt or walk in at the wrong moment.
DarkButterfly128: I do hope the next 25 chapters do satisfy you well. It's true, I did forget that with Pearl being a whale-she does breathe air too...BTW, Sandy returning normal might will be interesting event.
Enigma: I'm glad you liked Patrick's humour moments and also (poor) SpongeBob's confusion.