Spongebob Wrestling Patrick Novels & Stories

LIRA'S POV I wiped the streak of sweat that had just formed on my temple away with the back of my soapy hands. "Are you just going to kneel down there mopping the floor and keep pretending like I don't exist?" Patrick's gaze was narrowed upon me, his legs crossed as he sat on his sofa. "What you're asking is outrageous, I better pretend that I didn't hear it." I spat at him.

Alessia's POV I thought I looked funny in the yellow dress my mum had me wear, but it's nothing compared to how funny Patrick looked in his yellow suit. What the hell? Not the both of us being a look alike to SpongeBob. I wanted to burst into a fit of laughter and had to hold onto my dress to prevent myself from choking.

I told her upfront and was expecting for her to quickly get the hint. Unfortunately, I guess a drunk Naya isn’t that easy to convince. Maybe a non-drunk Naya either. “You don’t know who Gavin Wilder is?! Have you been living under a rock? Are you Patrick, Spongebob’s best friend?” She giggled. I shook my head. “No, and I don’t really ca–”

He slowed slightly, remembering when he had first met Robert inside. It had been lunchtime, and Patrick had been having a rare meal on campus as he did a little last-minute cramming for a Physics test the next day. A shadow had fallen across his book, and he’d looked up to find a stranger standing by his table, smiling at him from behind round, wire-frame glasses. “Can I help you?” Patrick had asked when the man said nothing. “Didn’t I see you at the production of Hairspray last month?” Patrick nodded. “I was there. It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”

Patrick said as he swayed, he grabbed ahold of the desk as he tried to steady himself. “Patrick?” Ariadne asked, worried looking at him. Ariadne went to help steady him and he moved away quickly, almost falling over as he did. Kaleb went to help him as well, walking up to him slowly, not sure what was going on. “No!” Patrick shouted as he jerked himself away from Kaleb. “Patrick, what is going on with you?” Ariadne said coming up next to Kaleb. “Look at my wrist and forearm. Get away.” Patrick said backing up from Ariadne

"I... Ahem." He was pinching my neck so hard. As I wanted to say something, I coughed violently before I could say anything. "Is that so?" Patrick raised his sword-like brows slightly. Although he was expressionless, his cold eyes were dark as if a storm were brewing inside. He snorted and used his legs to hold my crotch tightly. With a lift of his hand, he tore my T-shirt open! "No!" I knew what he was going to do. But I didn't want to!

I thought it was clear that strangers are not allowed snooping around the Villa. I look at him narrowing my eyes. Don bombom has a green pepper's character. —I wasn't snooping.- I correct him, annoyed. - I got lost. I cross my arms over my chest in a smug attitude. I've to stretch my neck to be able to look at his face. The guy is too tall. (Patrick, his name is Patrick.) I'm five feet tall and I'm having a crick from trying to hold his gaze. He grimaces in exasperation, grabs my elbow forcing me to spread my arms and yanking along with him.

I'm so gonna make fun of him for his tomorrow. I brought out my phone and hit the video button. The only way to make him believe is to film it. "Hey KC, can you say that again?" "Oh my god, cupcake. You're so fucking annoying. Mr Krabs is so gonna fire you for this. Oh! and tell Squidward I said cashy almost ran away yesterday. You should've seen it Cupcake, spongbob chased her all around Bikini Bottom" He laughed "Bikini Bottom"

Leo said to David arrogantly. “Dave, don’t fall for that. He’s purposely saying that to trigger you. Gorilla’s around and we won’t have a chance,” Patrick at one side whispered to David. Patrick was not someone who would admit defeat easily. However, now that they were against the university basketball team’s starting member, Max 'Gorilla' Thompson, he had to back down. Since he and Max were all from the basketball team, they would always train together. Therefore, Patrick knew Max’s strength very well.

The Earl nodded, and went out with his friend. Mr Clarkson turned his attention to the new comers, matched Mr Fritzwa at singlestick with one of his instructors, and stood critically by while Patrick, stripped to the waist, hit out at a punchball. He presently took the eager young man on in a sparring match, gave Mr Fritzwa a turn, and dismissed them both to cool off. "Oh, damn it, why can't I pop in a good one over your guard?" panted Mr Fritzwa. "I try hard enough!"