Chapter 8: The Quick Getaway

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Italics= SpongeBob's thoughts

Underlined= Sandy's thoughts

Oh no! What have I done?! Kissing Sandy?! She'll never forgive me! I'm doomed, DOOMED!

The yellow sponge closed the door behind him and stepped away from it; half expecting a blood thirsty squirrel to come bursting through it any second now. Not wanting this to be his last day on earth, SpongeBob ran to the stairs and began his quick decent; unfortunately he slipped and fell down the last ten. Bruised and battered, he ran the door; but since he was so confused and dazed by the encounter, instead of turning the handle, the sponge ran into the door with a loud 'thump'. It was loud enough to make the squirrel quicken her pace, scared that the sponge had hurt himself. Hearing the sound of footsteps, thinking that she was finally coming to get her revenge, SpongeBob opened the door and was already halfway to his house when the concerned mammal burst through after him in order to see what had caused such a loud noise.

Sandy sighed.

I've scared him off. Damn it! How can I get that little sea critter to realize that I'm not mad at him.

She had gotten a kiss, the most single happiest moment in all her life. But now, now her best friend was scarred and she hated that she hadn't stopped him in time.

SpongeBob arrived at his house panting heavily. His legs felt like jelly and his stomach rumbled from being empty.

First things first, I have to eat, feed Gary and then get some rest if I want to be able to go to work tomorrow.

The sponge thought that if he could bring something normal, some kind of routine back into his life, it would return to normal. He could be happy, and would be able to understand things again. He was just so confused! One moment he was caring for his best friend, next thing, he practically sucking her face off. Anyway, this particular afternoon was a bright sunny one, so upon entering his house, SpongeBob found his beloved snail snoozing in a patch of sunlight on the floor.

Not wanting to wake him, SpongeBob tip-toed to the kitchen and began to make a sandwich. While he sat their chewing and swallowing the food in front of him, his thoughts drifted back to the problem concerning the situation he was in with Sandy.

Maybe I should wait for a while so she can cool down before I try to apologize. A week or two should do it. Now there's no way I'll be telling her that I like her anytime soon, well, it should be obvious by THAT show of affection. I'll just have to wait for myself to get over her and then everything can return to normal.

The thing was; deep down SpongeBob didn't want everything to return to normal. He wanted to explore these new feelings, to understand what's going on inside his head. To have the courage to go up to Sandy and pour his feeling out for her to know. He wanted to be able to look at her and see her smile at him, to tell him that she loved him. He wanted to kiss her again and hold her close; to learn new things and help her with her experiments. To impress her and get her to see him in a new light.

But the sponge just couldn't see that happening. He couldn't see her ever returning his feelings for her, or being impressed by something he could do.

Why would she ever want a stupid, immature, goofy kid like me to be that special someone when there were so many other guys to choose.

So, after washing his dishes and calling Mr Krabs to let him know that he would be in for work tomorrow, the sponge walked slowly up the stairs, donned his pajamas, slid under the comforting covers of his bed, and gently wept into his pillow until his fell asleep.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted it to be purely about SpongeBob. Thanks guys for reading my story, it means a lot to me. =3

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