Chapter 6: Monday Morning

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Italics= SpongeBob's thoughts

Underlined= Sandy's thoughts

She waited until she heard the soft click of the door closing, then huffed out the air she had unconsciously been holding in. She could still feel the tingle of his touch, she lifted her hand, but decided that she much rather revile in the feeling than lose it. She moved her tongue around, picking out bits of carrot and onion. His soup was rather delicious and she really couldn't do anything while in this condition. Sandy shifted her body backwards, her shoulders and back gently pressing up against the bed frame. What was she going to do? He's going to be here this 'ole week. I think this could be the chance I need. Yes, this is! Sandy's gears turned in her head; she had to devise a plan, and quickly. She thought for a while; then when she thought she had gotten the plan perfect, she snuggled back down into the bed and closed her eyes; sleep came quickly.

He opened his eyes, regretted it and closed them. He tried again, this time he opened them and kept them open. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust. He had never woken up this late, so when he looked down at his watch and saw it was 10:00am; of course he jumped up and ran to the kitchen to start making breakfast. The yellow sea sponge flipped the pages in the chosen cookbook until he found the right one. Perfect! Bacon and eggs! He had no clue what it was, but the picture made his stomach rumble. He rummaged through the refrigerator, finally finding some bacon and eggs. SpongeBob's eyes scanned the instructions. It seemed simple enough, and he could have it cooked in no time. Hopefully Sandy likes this kind of food…

He cracked three eggs into the chosen frying pan; they sizzled as he moved them around. He patiently waited for the eggs to cook, looking out the window as he did. Suddenly, an idea came to him! "I should make her a pick-nick!" He mentally slapped himself, as he had exclaimed that out loud. He hoped that she hadn't heard him up there. It was the perfect idea; it was romantic, but wouldn't cause her to jump to conclusions; he could also show off his cooking skills. He slid the pan off the stove and placed two eggs on Sandy's plate; the other onto his plate. He tore open the bacon packet, taking out several pieces and placing them in the newly greased pan.

As they sizzled and pooped in the metallic cookware, the delightful aroma filled the kitchen and slowly wafted up the stairs. It passed under the door; swirling around in the small bedroom occupied by the sleeping young scientist. She stirred in her sleep; the covers slowly slipping off the bed. Another turn and they would fall off the bed completely. Sure enough, with the shift of her body, the covers slithered to the floor. Sandy shuddered as the warmth escaped and a breeze passed over her legs and torso. She turned trying to reach for the covers, but they were now residing on the floor. She cracked one eye open and searched her view for her blanket. She dropped her arm half-heartedly over the edge of the mattress and waved it around. Eventually her knuckles grazed the soft material and she extended her reach. She tugged the sheets back onto the bed, but it got caught on the bed frame.

Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, the bacon was nearly done cooking and the fry cook flipped them once more before sliding them next to the eggs. He quickly toasted four slices of bread and slipped them under the eggs. He carried both plates on one arm and poured two glasses of orange juice, picked them up and carried them in his right arm and hand. It was a difficult task getting the food upstairs without dropping the plates, as he could be severally clumsy at times. This just happened to be one of the many qualities Sandy loved about the young man. Somehow, he managed to knock on Sandy's door. She quickly jumped out of bed–with some difficulty of course- and fixed the sheets.

"Come in!"

The Sponge fumbled with the knob but got it open after a few awkward seconds. Without taking his eyes off the food, he placed the plates on the dresser, fixed the toast so it was on the plate and wiped the spilt OJ of his shirt. He turned around to face Sandy but covered his eyes hastily after a glance at her.

Sandy was puzzled as to the strange reaction of her friend. She spotted a light pink tinge on the very outer edge of his cheeks. She tilted her head, trying to get a better look at her friends face. His cheeks were growing ever redder. She moved past his face to the mirror behind him and saw she barely had anything on. Curse that stupid habit of sleeping in my underwear! She vaulted to the other side of the bed and slipped her P.J's on.

"Err, Sandy? Could you put some clothes on please?" SpongeBob squeaked from under his hands.

"Don't worry, I 'ave some clothes on now. You can take yer hands off of your face SpongeBob."

He hesitated, but lowered them slowly, glade that his friend was now fully clothed. Relieved, he sighed and turned back to the plates. Speaking over his shoulder he asked Sandy if she wanted some breakfast.

"Mmhmm… That smells great. How could I refuse?"

She sat on the bed and waited for her companion to hand her a plate. He placed it in her hands and sat next to her on the bed.

"You look a lot better compared to yesterday." He looked over to her and beamed.

He lifted the egg and bacon onto his two pieces of toast, just like in the picture and took a bite. IT…WAS…DELICIOUS! Why had he never tried this 'bacon' before? He stomach rumbled and he quickly devoured the last of his meal. Licking the food off his fingers he looked over to see if Sandy was nearly finished eating.

He was surprised when he saw the bottom of the plate instead of her face. With a quizzical look, SpongeBob rubbed his eyes and looked again. He nudged her knee gently. Sandy's body froze; he felt her tense. The plate slowly lowered from in front of her face and she smiled sheepishly. He concluded -after much thought- that she must have been licking the plate.

"Sorry?" It came out as more of a question, "it's just so good…you really are a great cook!"

She looked down to the white plate in her hands. Placing it down on the bed side table, her gaze turned to the sitting form next to her. She cocked her slightly and grinned at him; a burst of giggles escaping his lips after seeing her like that.

"Thanks for bein' here for me SpongeBob; it means a lot to me."

Unexpectedly, the furry squirrel leaned over and hugged SpongeBob. She smiled to herself as she felt his breath catch; the heat radiating off of his cheeks. She repositioned herself so her face was extremely close to his and loosened her grip. Now she was just holding onto him; his cheeks grew even hotter. I think I'm going to enjoy this! Sandy pulled back and let her arms fall lightly onto the bed. The colour of his cheeks would envy that of the brightest rose. Unbelieving of what had just transpired; he quietly got up off the bed and grabbed the two glasses and plates.

She watched as the small sponge closed the door. She smiled and leaned backwards on the bed. He would be back soon and she wanted to try out another experiment. This one would be good…

He walked down the stairs almost automatically. He had never had a hug like that, and he definitely wanted more. He placed the dishes in the sink for later. He contemplated staying down stairs, but thought Sandy could use the company. He walked back up the stairs, studying the walls as he walked. His feet scraped over the floor boards, as his steps became forced and harder to take. He slowed down until he was standing idly, outside the door to Sandy's bedroom. He didn't know what to expect; Sandy was full of surprises…

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