Hey Guys! I've been rewriting the chapters and highly recommend that you go back to about chapter 6 or 7 as there was a MAJOR story line change and if you don't, you risk not understanding things mentioned later.

Thanks for reading! Please leave any advice and/or opinions in the form of a P.M or a review! =3

Chapter 9: Lady Luck

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Italics= SpongeBob's thoughts

Underlined= Sandy's thoughts

The doors squeaked as he pushed them open; he was early, like always. It was a part of his life that he would never lose; at least he could rely on himself to be up early for work days, something stable in his ever changing days. The sponge kept his eyes on the wooden planks of the flooring; his gaze tracing the grooves and contours that covered them.

Once again, he was standing in front of the oh-so-familiar grill that he saw nearly every day for the past few years. But instead of getting stuck into the chopping of vegetables, whistling a tune from a show he'd watched the previous night, and cleaning the surface of the grill; SpongeBob, for the very first time in his career, stood there doing absolutely nothing. Nothing; it wasn't something the sponge was familiar with. He was always busy doing something; jelly fishing, working, hanging out with Patrick, or working on a project with Sa-, no…he could not yet bring himself to think of her name.

Back at the tree-dome, Sandy was having an equally eventful day as our sad sponge at the Krusty Krab. She was currently sitting at her work bench in her lab, looking at the sheets of blue prints she had drawn up to distract her. She leaned on the palm of her hand and rested her elbow on the bench top. Her eyelids dropped, obscuring half of her vision. She hadn't gotten any sleep at all last night; she was too scared that she may have just ruined her relationship with her best friend.

She reached for the small outline of a cog, her fingers grasping the cold metal. It rolled into her palm; she played with it before finally holding it between her forefinger and thumb. She turned it, trying to examine it from all angles, just like the problem she was having right now. A scrape and squeak, and she was up rushing about the lab finding equipment for her project. The one she had put off until now; suddenly being filled with the need to occupy herself with something while the day drew on.

This pattern repeated itself the next day, and the next, and the next… It seemed that the two animals had found a way to distract themselves from the current situation. One; endlessly flipping patties and making food; the other, working diligently to finish the mind reading contraption that was set upon her to make by her bosses. And so, this cycle continued. For a day, then another, then another; until days turned into weeks, and weeks into months.

It was on a particularly cold morning that the two finally were brought together, by some sort of force, to see each other face to face. For the sponge, he was rushing to work when the sudden downpour caused him to duck into the nearest shop; it just so happen that the squirrel was also out looking for parts when the sudden downpour hit, also forcing her to take cover in the nearest shop.

SpongeBob finally took in his surroundings; he was standing in a quaint little coffee shop, the one off the corner of Seaside Avenue. He placed his wet umbrella amongst the others and stood in line to order a drink. He closed his eyes and took in a depth breath; the air smelled heavily of cocoa and a sweet scent hung close to the counter. He heard the sound of the little bell that rang whenever a costumer entered or left. He opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the noise. The bright yellow of a raincoat blinded him momentarily and he smiled at seeing such a vibrant colour again. Someone he knew owned a raincoat like this; now, who was it again? No…not them….no, he had a yellow umbrella. Oh…that's right…Sa-…she had one; they're almost exactly the same. SpongeBob could still remember why she had bought it in the first place.

'It reminded me of you. That same bright yellow color; I love that color!'

Heh, that's right. Even now the memory still brought a smile to his face, even if it was a sad one; but it was smile none the less. But, it disappeared as soon as the figure turned.

IT'S HER! SHE'S HERE! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? Quick! I've got to make myself as unnoticeable as possible!

Feeling a gentle prod, he spun back around to face the cashier.

'Your order?'

'…oh! One latte please'

'Of course! That's $2.80.'

*Hands over money*

'Please take a seat, your drink will be out soon.'

The fish smiled at him, flashing her dazzling white smile. He turned on his heels and made a beeline for the table furthest from the queue. As he sat down he breathed out, unaware that he was holding his breath at all. He rested his elbow on the table and supported his chin with his palm. He glanced at the queue, just curious to see if she was still there. Seems like lady luck really had it in for him today. She was looking around when she spotted him, and to his dismay, she looked him straight in the eye before snapping her head back to the front in a movement that should have broken her neck.

He groaned.

Oh now I've done it! She knows I'm here AND she knows I know she's here! Okay…Just got to stay calm; stay calm. Easy! Nice deep breaths don't start hyperventilating because she's coming this way, she might be sitting at the table next to you. Yeah, probably…Or not! STAY CALM! Don't freak out SpongeBob. DON'T FREAK OUT!

'Hey, is this seat taken?'

'N-Not at all… Help y-yourself.'

OH GOD!

So guys, Watcha think? I have really good ideas for this story and if it goes as planned, it should live up to its name. BTW, I did plan this to be really fluffy and sweet at the start, but I want this to be a good story, so there's going to be a whole lot more drama and hopefully, I can get it just perfect!

Reviews and Constructive Criticism Welcomed.