Novel & Cerita Spongebob Happy Valentine's Day

“Call me Nathaniel while I call you Claire, you’re my fiancée now, babe.” Babe. Just a simple word, yet my stomach fluttered at the sound of it. His voice was deep and rough which made it sound all better. “I like your SpongeBob shirt but I bet I’ll like you better when you take it off,” he said. I flushed red. He picked up his coat and made way to the door. “See you later, babe. I’ll pick you up by two on Sunday. Wear something nice.” And with that he was out of my door and I wished he was out of my life too. I sighed deeply and slouched on the couch.

She answered as she turned her attention to SpongeBob. "Oh, my daughter has forsaken me." Pouted Pierce. "That's too bad. My son has never." I teased. "For now." He smirked. "We'll see." I giggled. "Okay, let me go. And I left your breakfast in the microwave, should I fetch it for you?" He asked. "Yes, please." I smiled a toothy smile. "Babes, you don't need to add more onto your adorableness to get me to do something for you. You already have me wrapped around your finger." He said as he bent down and kissed my lips.

Nathan explains while taking something out from the folds of his backpack, “while everyone else has bottles of tap water weighing down their packs, I have… sponge bombs!” Nathan whips out two of the sponge bombs, one in each hand. Kate, who’s glaring at the gathering crowd, doesn’t see him. “Did you say Spongebob?” she asks out of the side of her mouth. “No, sponge bombs!” Nathan hisses. “Sponge bombs.” Getting back his showman voice, Nathan announces: “This hydrotechnics show, ladies and gentlemen, is all part of Kate’s 18th birthday bash.” Just on the other side of the gate, the rest of Camp Unplugged have hesitantly emerged – Red and Yellow teams both.

Finally. Johnny, the little rascal, took the chance and curled like a puppy by my side. I shook my head but let him. It was barely past noon and we were having a SpongeBob marathon. Maybe it was my way of bribing him for the past few days, maybe it wasn’t.

Maya and I laid lazily on my couch, watching Ted over and over again till we became tired. Most of the time, Tristan and the thunder buddy song raced through my thoughts. I hadn't been seeing much of him since he saved me from taking a blow. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. My eyes brightened when I saw SpongeBob on screen. Even if I was eighteen, SpongeBob was definitely a cartoon I'd never stop watching. How could anyone be like SpongeBob? He was very annoying and didn't know when to quit, but I still loved him.

DAMON 'Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?' The television yelled. "Spongebob SquarePants!" My seven-year-old niece squealed in response. From where I was, I watched her move her upper body energetically to the rest of the theme song and when the end came, I took over.

“What’s wrong with looking for SpongeBob?” He’s fighting a smile. I can see it in the way his mouth twitches. “Nothing, if that’s your thing. I’m sure I could find you a SpongeBob centre. T-shirts. Balloons. A life-sized mascot, too. Just say the words and it’s all yours.” “No thanks,” I say, pulling down the sun visor and flipping open the mirror. I check my reflection and, thankfully, my anxiety didn’t melt my mascara. “I’m more of a Squidward girl.”

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

Nuel asked as he laid beside me and handed me the remote before getting up again to turn off the lights so it was only the television illuminating the room. After channel surfing for a while, I finally settled on nickelodeon. "SpongeBob? Really?" He said with a teasing smile. "What? I like Spongebob." I defended pouting. No one dare looks down on my spongebob. " I love you." He said out of the blue. "I love you too Nu-Nu." I cooed. "No baby, let's look for a better nickname." He grimaced. "No, I like that one." I sulked.

Bryan hasn't texted since this morning's curt "Running late. Start without me if you want." On Valentine's Day. Our fifth anniversary. I poured a drink. Then I poured one more. The bubbles hurt my throat. I looked out the big window. The city shimmered below, thousands of tiny lights glowing like fallen stars. The room is very expensive and it beats the cost of my dress. Bryan chose it because he wanted to show our love off. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I know work has been stressful for you. I'll try harder to understand." I soliloquized, memorizing the words I've rehearsed all week.