Patrick Star Funny Novels & Stories

“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?"

“That’s so cruel—“ Dramatically, Paxton placed is hand all over his chest as if to pretend that he was hurt. Too unlucky for him, unfortunately Rio isn’t going to buy that one. “Even now.” She cut him off, grinning. The latter’s eyes widened. “You couldn’t be serious, can’t you?” He gulps. Rio burst out laughing, as she couldn’t hold it back anymore. She holds her stomach as her laughter bounced back, and echoed. “You should have seen yourself!” She giggles. “It was priceless!”

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.

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."

I laughed and I could notice Paxton squint his confused eyes. "What's amusing girl?" he grabbed a mirror from his bed side and stared into it "Do I look like a clown?" he checked his face "No Paxton, you look perfect, you're handsome" I said still trying to suppress my laughter. "Hmm" he got up from the bed "What's wrong?" I asked him "I should ask you that. Your laughter... I just asked for you to let me prove my love to you and you find it funny" he seemed pissed "Come on Paxton! it's not a big deal. I quit working at the coffee shop this morning, that's the reason for my laughter" I held out my hand

Charity reminded him strangely as she fixed her eyes on the empty plates. “No. It was very delicious.” As soon as Chester praised her, he burped all of a sudden. The room fell eerily quiet. Chester turned his head around in embarrassment, and his ears were burning. Just as he wanted to control his burp, his second burp came out. It was rare for Charity to see his face turn red in shame, and she could not help but chuckle. The scene was akin to the phrase, ‘pigs might fly.' “What’s funny?” Larissa rolled her eyes at Charity. “Chester, let me pour a glass of water for you.”

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,"