Patrick Star Funny Novels & Stories

“Hey. You don’t get to talk about her like that.” “Relax, man,” Xavier smirked. “You’re getting worked up over a stripper?” Leo cut in before I could snap. “Don’t act like she isn’t untouchable now. Your favourite dancer is basically a celebrity. One point one million followers overnight? That’s insane. Did you see her live performance? I was glued to my screen, she was fire, man. Pure fire.” Their laughter grated against me. I clenched my chin, forcing calm, though every word about her on their lips burned me raw. “I see what you’re doing, and I’m not biting. Drop it.”

His face was pale as a sheet and he sure didn't look thrilled to know that his ex is pregnant with his child. "That's... That's impossible. We haven't had sex in months, Patty. That can't be true. That–That can't be mine." A few moments later, Patty's expression completely changed and she started laughing like crazy. "You should have seen your face, Mark." She continued laughing hysterically. "Oh course I'm not pregnant. One of you is already enough for this world." Somehow, I felt relieved that Patty is only joking. Because I would feel really uncomfortable at the thought of a pregnant woman joining a show with physical games.

I drank my hot chocolate together with Patty who was watching some dog videos with Sheena on her phone. I grab my phone from the cabinet and browse on my f******k account trying to catch up some gossips. I might have been infected by the gossiper's virus call ' gossip '. I end up scrolling to the f******k videos and watch some clips of funny and other video genre. "Let's eat," Patty said. I wasn't able to notice that she already prepared and my ears already hear laughs from my mouth. "You seem to enjoy." Patty stated. "Yeah, watching some funny clips." I answered and stroll to the table and shifting my seat, facing Patty.

“Your brother is already there. Get inside to Seb’s VIP Lounge already, man. I’ll be there in a sec.” I rub the back of my neck with my sweaty palm. My nerve pricks me and my second thought of running away is tingling my skin, but I’m already here, and it’s Paul’s birthday after all. If they won’t like me here, then I will just leave. Easy peasy. “Wow! Look who finally gets out from his lair?” Patrick says exaggeratedly, and as always, he is overreacting. “Thought your dead, man. Good to finally see you suffer too much from stupidity, brokenheartedness, and dumbass. You look like shit!” Patrick starts his speech and as I expected.

He huffs like I'm the one being complicated, "I saaaid, this...isn't...'Bastian Harr'son!" "...Is this Sebastian?" "No!" The man cheers, "This is TREVOR!" He screams the words "no, this is Trevor" exactly how Patrick Star from the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants screamed "no, this is Patrick" during the episode he was a cashier at The Krusty Krab taking phone calls, and it is then that I'm completely done with Sebastian's bullshit, and his friend's. When he starts laughing uncontrollably, I rub my eyes. "Well, Tre-vor, why are you calling me from Sebastian's phone?"

I wanted to sit and eat some Skittles or M&Ms. "Have a nice flight, miss Parker." He raised his head up and smiled, show casing his teeth that reminded so much of Tristan's. It was white and he had a fang at the right hand side. "Thank you." I smiled back, I couldn't resist that smile even if I was gloomy and sad. It was contagious and very charming. The temperature had skyrocketed for sure. I grabbed my passport and walked away, glancing over my shoulder just to see his smile once again. It felt like cold water had been downed on me when I saw him laugh out his green eyes.

Not only because of Patrick's blatant bullying but also because of the invitation without a picture of his child. Patrick laughed loudly again. Honestly, if he were someone else, Marius might have punched him by now. He was just too good at teasing. Despite opening up about his problems, all Patrick did was correct and tease him. "Wow, I wonder if you get this annoying over other things too?" he said once he caught his breath from laughing so hard.

he began, but I cut him off. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" I shot back. Patrick laughed, amused by the look on my face. It only made me even angrier. He sobered up." Just joking. Wanted to see that look on your face." He muttered, still stifling the laughter. I frowned a bit, but it eventually broke into a smile. Patrick's making fun of me. "Whatever." I groaned out. " It's not like you'll be there, anyway." He scoffed again.

Patrick admitted, and Charles burst out laughing again, making Patrick angrier. "What's so funny, guy?!" "I'm sorry. What's going on with you, Patrick? Are you sure you don't need to visit a doctor? Because I don't get you at all. This minute, you want to break up with Willow; next, you're infatuated with your maid."

The silence was deafening, heavy, and suffocating, broken only by the hum of the ventilation and the sharp *rip* of athletic tape. Half the guys suddenly found their skates incredibly interesting, staring at the floor, while the other half just stared right at me, their expressions a mixture of pity, curiosity, and outright disgust. I kept my chin up, walking toward my stall with a steady, deliberate pace, but my hands were shaking so badly I could barely unzip my bag. I was just pulling out my practice gear when a loud, mocking laugh cut through the quiet room. "Well, well. Look who decided to show up,"