Disheveled Spongebob Novels & Stories

I rush down the grand dormitory building stairs like a hurricane, not even bothering to change out of my white T-shirt and SpongeBob pajama shorts. My black curly hair is haphazardly thrown into a messy bun, adding to my disheveled laziness. I can hear the rain pounding against the windows, and I know my SpongeBob shorts are going to be soaked through by the time I reach the bottom.

"Will you please explain to me love why there are soap suds on the whole bathroom floor at 6 in the morning? I almost slip on the floor if I did not grab on the counter on time!" "You see Gideon. Uhmmm." I need a valid excuse. I need a good explanation to pacify his irritation. Help me! "Spongebob" I mentally face palm myself. I can even hear my ancestors say what the fudge. "What? Spongebob?" Gideon crossed his arms across his chest letting me dig my own grave deeper. So I did. We aim to please. "It is his fault. You see he got bored under the sea so he float up to the surface and decided to play in our bathroom with Peter the starfish."

It was where I had left it before I fell asleep—drowned by the cream waves of my tousled bed sheets. Tobi doesn't strip down, even though he is half drenched. He is still in that his brown and black 50-over-50 woven sweatshirt with orange stripes at its shoulder, that makes him resemble a homeless person. His hair is in a disarray, in small tight curls like locks. It adds more realism to the homeless-person effect. His watch contrasts with the persona though. It has caught the light firmly between its silver-metallic gray links, shining and glinting.

SpongeBob SquarePants is playing on the TV. I bring down the volume deciding to nap for a bit. I come awake when the ground moves beneath me. My eyes open to slits. Niko is carrying me to our bedroom. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. He places me softly on the bed covering my legs with the comforter but I sit up pushing it away before untying the knot on my robe. Pulling it from underneath me and tossing it to the floor. I notice he has removed his suit jacket and bow tie. The sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbow. He looks good like that.

Jesha smiled and started to prepare two sandwiches, one for Maze and one for herself. In the meantime, Maze turned on the tv and started to watch *SpongeBob and SquarePants* She slowly lay on the couch and started to enjoy the show whisking off all her worries.

“The temperature of the lake is delicious at this hour.” "Of course, I'll change, give me the shorts you mentioned." She reached into her bag and tossed it to me: I couldn't help but laugh. It was the most ridiculous thing in the world! The crazy look of cherry prints with SpongeBob characters. The boy was a fool, amused behind his half-fired character. I took it with disgust, saw her take out some towels and walked away to put on the blessed thing that was a danger of fashion, of sight and of everything.

you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.