Please, please forgive me

A/N: I almost had writer's block, but luckily I looked at conversation I had with SKoomArt (Eva-Water-Gopha). And that helped, so yeah. Anyway enjoy.

Sandy's POV

I thought my anger would've faded by now, clearly it didn't. Adding to the fact I still have things to move in, I'm bound to run into him. "I don't remember putting up my clothes, or even opening the box." I said to myself, looking at the half empty box. I shrugged, and went back to transferring boxes. Hearing a drawer open then close, I groaned.

'He's been here this entire time, and I never noticed. Maybe it won't be so bad…if we don't talk to each other or come in physical contact.' I thought, really not wanting to be here as of now. Unfortunately, I do have to put my lab equipment away. So as long as he doesn't talk I'll be fine, which might be impossible because the minute I walked past him, he held me near him. Tearing away from him, I kept moving boxes.

"Frau."

Swiveling towards him, I yelled, "This is your entire fault!" slapping him a bit harder than I meant to, but it was worth it.

Grabbing my wrists to keep me from slapping him again, he leaned his forehead against mine, saying, "Stop. I know you're pissed, but I actually felt that."

I sighed and closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. Shadow's hard to figure out sometimes, especially now. "Course I am. Now let me go, idiot."

Dropping my hands at my side, I kicked him in the stomach and grinned.

"I thought you weren't going to hit me anymore?" he inquired, taking in a small breath of air.

Crossing my arms, I replied, "You thought wrong. At least show up tomorrow, or at least before my parents come after you."

He nodded, and looked at an unlabeled box, asking, "What's in this one?"

Holding it close to me, I frantically replied, "Nothing!" I never mentioned this before, but I enjoy hearing Shadow speak. Yet his baritone doesn't change how upset I am at him.

"So you aren't staying?"

"No, I still have things to pack and transfer."

Going back to the tree, I paused in the doorway, inquiring, "What are y'all doing here?"

Patrick turned towards me, with a dopey grin as usual, answering, "Helping you pack or something close to it."

"Thanks, but it's just a few chemicals, books, and clothes. I'll manage." I walked into my former room, still a bit surprised my bosses even let me move.

Nearly colliding with SpongeBob, he asked, "How'd it go?"

I smiled nervously, answering, "Pretty good, I might have hit him…twice. Other than that, we're still eloping."

He squealed and hugged me, with Patrick joining in later, exclaiming, "I'm so happy for you! I wonder what your kids will look like."

I blushed heavily, replying, "Well, I, we…we haven't talked about that yet. I mean, uh, it's actually a complex process with genetics and…why are you asking me?"

"Because my parents once told me that having children is the best thing in the world." He said whimsically, putting his hand on his cheek.

Patrick nodded, adding, "Yeah, but I've always wondered how they get the baby inside."

I pressed myself against the wall, blushing harder. "I'll tell you guys later. Now go home, it's late."

They looked at me and smiled, asking, "Really?"

"Yes, now leave."

Finally they left, to my satisfaction because how do they even assume we'll have kids? It's a nice idea 'n all, but I didn't think those two would bring it up. Sinking into the covers, I let my exhaustion evolve into sleep.

A/N: I sort of felt it was necessary to include the conversation near the end, but it was just for my amusement and to attempt to describe shock. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot. Also I might put information about this in my profile. Review please.