SpongeBob+Sandy

Chapter 25- Different

~Sandy's POV~

The next morning was different, strange. You could almost say abnormal. Instead of waking up to a Seastar ready to punch you at any moment, I woke up to the sweet smell of morning breakfast, and a sponge waiting to serve it. It's nice to have a change but I knew that I would have to return to the lifestyle I lived before. I knew that I couldn't stay this way. I knew that I would have to return home to my abusive boyfriend, and that thought haunted me. I guess I should enjoy it while I have it. Who knows when I'll have it again.

I get up with all the sweet smell of breakfast style buffet. As I step into the kitchen, I can see every food man has ever thought of. Pancakes, waffles, omelettes, sausage, bacon, egg-... The list could go on and on. I decide to sit down and stare at the back of the sponge chef cooking for me, or at least I hope it's for me. He could be cooking for Gary, but I doubt it. He turns around. His eyes widen in the delight of seeing me.

SpongeBob: "Good morning sleepyhead. "

Sandy: "Good morning "

There was a tone of sadness in my voice. I'm guessing he can sence that by him asking me.

SpongeBob: "What's wrong? "

Sandy: "Nothing."

SpongeBob: " Come on, you can tell me."

Sandy: "I'm being honest"

SpongeBob: " Okay"

And he continued to cook. I always wonder how he could read through me so well because I really was upset . I couldn't stand the fact of going home... Patrick. My mind is telling me that I need to go back. It's telling me that I need to go back to the rock, give in to Patrick. Just to keep everyone around me safe. But my heart, it's- . Telling me to run in the SpongeBob's arms, and give him the biggest kiss anyone could ever give. Sadly I've always chosen to follow my brain. Because it the only thing that makes the most sense. After the breakfast I will have to return to the rock, hopefully Patrick wasn't there. It's nice living in there without him being there. But I know some time it will have the end, I just hope it doesn't end soon.

I feel really bad for SpongeBob. We literally just confessed our love for each other last night, and here I am breaking his heart. He should've just let me jump, all of this to be over. And I could be in hell, working as a slave, as I am now. I can't stand the fact of sitting here in this kitchen. I feel so bad. I should just go, and get the beating I am about to receive. I get up and began to walk towards the front door.

SpongeBob: "Where are you going?"

I didn't answer. I make it into the living room and he runs into the doorway connect in the kitchen and the living room.

SpongeBob: " Sandy?!"

I didn't answer. I placed one hand on the door, and I begin to open it . I am positioned as one foot is touching earth's gravel and the other still in the sand of his home. And before I can leave he says...

SpongeBob: "I love you"

I turn back and tears begin to form in my eye. Responding will only make the situation worse. So I decided not to respond. I hang my head down low, and exit the household. Poor SpongeBob.

~Spongebob's POV~

W-Wha-What just happened?! D-Di- Did I just lose her? Maybe I should give her some time to be alone, A lot that happened last night. I guess you'll be back later, I'll continue to cook.

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Authors note

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Till the next chapter.