Spongebob Rock Bottom Bus Novels & Stories

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?"

Ghost sat with me in silence until the bus arrived. I gathered my bag and water bottle while he stayed put, watching me. “Guess I’ll see you around. Thanks again for lunch.” He nodded but didn’t say anything. The bus pulled away, weaving through the town, making several stops before it turned onto Route 7, which would take me near the bar. Ghost’s motorcycle’s signature purr followed the bus close behind. His behavior was ridiculous. A half-hour later, I stepped off the bus, and he was already waiting, leaning against his bike. “Can I walk you home?”

THE NEXT DAY The Freaks waited at the bus stop alongside other passengers that wanted to travel too. The bus stopped by as the people inside alighted, the Freaks, and other passengers entered as the bus drove off. "I'm so excited," Bonnie said looking outside through the window. "Yh me too," Alex said looking outside. (Because I'm gonna finally know who you are) he thought. They stopped at Bloomspring's bus stop, they were the last passengers. They alighted after paying the fare. Walking inside Bloomspring, it was easy for them to trace the house because they've been there before.

1 when she arrived there. Quinn put her phone away and stared at the bracelet that she had put away in her bag in a daze. Little Rocky! Quinn, his seventh sister, was on her way! This time, Quinn was determined to stand by him no matter what happened! About three hours later, the bus finally left South River City and made a stop at a small town. “We’re adding water at this stop. You can have your bathroom breaks here. We’ll leave in ten minutes!” the driver shouted.

“Uh. I don’t . . . huh. I sorta don’t remember. I must’ve fuzzed out. All I remember is standing here with Moe, shooting the breeze with him while he waited for his ride, but . . . ” Bobby shook his head and offered a weak grin. “I must be really bushed.” Father Ward grinned in return, hiding his growing unease. “Aren’t we all? Hey. You want to go back inside, give the Home a call? You missed the Late Bus.” Bobby cocked his head, puzzled. “Didn’t miss it, Father. Late Bus doesn’t leave until five-thirty. It’s only five. Late Bus isn’t back from its regular route yet.”

"Finley, you can't get on the bus! I just realized your test center is in Eastbrook! Both buses from our class are headed to Westhaven!" On the morning of the SAT, I had barely stepped onto the charter bus when someone yanked me back off. Lewis Sutton didn't hold back. The force sent me stumbling into a utility pole. Ignoring the pain, I hurried to the front of the buses and checked the destination signs. Both clearly read: Westhaven. I held out my hand to Lewis. "The buses are about to leave. Why are you only noticing this now? Let me see the test center schedule."

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.

“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.”

"We. Are. Not. Busy." Why don't I feel so frickin' lucky? Should I just call in sick? That sounds like... it's never gonna work. I guess I'm gonna have to survive. It's just an outfit. I'm gonna be just fine. --- 7 minutes later (Imagine in SpongeBob's narrator's voice) I am NOT OKAY. The fuck is this?!.. "So.. do you like it? 'Cause I think it's pretty hot," she said, giggling. "Yeah, Brit, you really outdone yourself this time," Matt said, complementing her.

I chose to wear a miniskirt with sheer black stockings clinging to my legs, paired with a plunging V-neck shirt that put my snowy-white cleavage on full display. The outfit hugged my figure in an extremely sultry way. I knew Uncle Mike would be impressed enough to set me up with the best role at his club. … I hopped on the high-speed rail and headed for Merrihaven. Once I arrived, I decided to take the bus to save on cab fare. The bus was crammed with middle-aged men whose eyes lit up the moment I boarded. The blatant lust in their stares actually got me excited. The bus was so packed that some men took advantage of the crowd to grope me—some even sneaked a squeeze of my backside.