Spongebob X Patrick Novels & Stories

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 started laughing at what I said, and I was confused. "Man, we both made terrible choices in the past." Patrick laughed as if my divorce and him being abandoned on the eve of his wedding were some kind of joke. It was impossible not to laugh with him. "Don't even get me started, Patrick. And would you believe Sabrina showed up at the police station today?" I told him, and he looked at me as if it wasn't news at all. "And you thought she would give up so easily?" Patrick was right, Sabrina wouldn't give up. "My friend, that woman is like a plague when she wants something, you should know that by now."

How could he answer the question from the brother of the girl he loves? “Oh, Patrick hyung! You are here.” The three looked at the person who talked. He was a tall guy with panda eyes. Guess, being a doctor is hard that he had to burn eyebrows every night and earn those big eye bags, huh? Patrick smiled and fist bumped with the guy. “Rowell! Like I said, I would come.” He replied. Rowell looked at L and Patrice and smiled. “Hello! I am Rowell, Patrick’s friend.” He introduced bowing at L and trying to kiss Patrice’s hand…

Patrick looked at me and said seriously, "I love you. I can't marry you. But I can give you anything else." "Hahahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud! Although the wax on my skin limited the size of my face, I tried so hard to smile. As I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes. It probably was due to my exaggerated expression that Patrick and Shelton let go of each other in unison. "Bang!" With one hand holding the wax on the left side of my face, I slapped Patrick on his face once again.

I greeted him, bowing a little. “Oh come on Sophie, what happened to Papa Pat?” He said, looking at me amused. I looked at the wall like in the movies and had a flashback. Weeks Ago “What is your name?” the old man asked. “My name is Sophie Lee. What is yours?” I asked, happy I was making a friend. I didn’t notice his expression. “Call me Patrick,” he said, smiling at me. I frown. I can’t call him just Patrick. “I can’t just call you by your name, I think I will call you….” I said, trailing off. Then I heard an idea.

They did it more than once when Patrick had to get rid of the excessive amount of girls after him in Sin Club. If it were not for Jo’s injury, Patrick would probably show her already his whole set of exercises for the muscles of the buttocks. Instead of eating, they would start to exercise. “Sit down, badass.” Patrick said firmly again, handing her a glass of Shrek’s smoothie. She made a nasty face after taking a sip. “What the fuck is that? It's not your recipe, Pat.” “I couldn't find honey, bananas and chia seeds.” He lied. He didn't want her to abuse Mike again in public, in front of them.

he replied. I shook my head. It looked like he wouldn't be able to practice again later. The dining room was just near the sofa so somehow I could watch what he was watching. I saw a yellow object there. It was box -shaped and had a holes with it. "What are you watching, Aikee?" I asked. He nodded and faced me. "It's called Spongebob, brother. It's a cartoon for kids," he replied. I frowned. "Are you still a kid? Aren't you 16 already?" I immediately asked.

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.

JOSH POV As they say on SpongeBob SquarePants, (Yes, I’ve watched the show. It’s very popular with the foster kids of my foundation.)… ‘Three hours later…’ we’re finally on the road to Green Bay. I glance over at Maddie in my passenger seat as we pass through the pack’s front gate and I see her looking down at her clasped hands, gnawing on her lower lip. “Hey now, what’s with the face?” I ask as I reach over and caress the back of her neck.

Instead, he plopped down on the sand beside me, still offering me the soda can. "No you don't. But I think we are going to be good friends, so I came here to take the first step. I'm Patrick. You look like Daisy. Or a Poppy," he rambled, his gaze intensely trained on me. Patrick had a...weird energy. He spoke as if he couldn't wait to get all the words out of his mouth, and there was a hungry, curious gleam in his eyes. "If you don't want the soda you can just tell me. My arm is starting to hurt."