Squidward slaved away at the cash register day-in and day out, dreading every moment of his mundane existence. The only thing that made his life interesting was SpongeBob. Although he could be annoying, SpongeBob gave Squidward a reason to live. All he wanted was SpongeBob. To make him feel better, he'd pretend every customer he spoke to was his beloved SpongeBob SquarePants. He wanted him, and badly. But he was straight, and straight men don't do this. Even if they did, SpongeBob was happily dating his former best friend, Sandy Cheeks.
Squidward glanced up at the clock; his shift finally ended! He stumbled tiredly to the break room and collapsed in one of the cheap stools. SpongeBob wasn't in the break room, of course, because he never takes his break. He loves his job. Unexpectedly, the yellow spongeboy skipped into the break room.
"Hey Squidward!" he drawled happily, humming a little tune.
Squidward grumbled in response, and rubbed his temples while leaning on the wobbly wooden table Mr. Krabs supplied the staff. As he rested his achy elbows on the table, it toppled over taking Squidward with it. He fell to the ground, and let out an agonizing cry.
He wanted to kill himself. Every day in this grubby fast food gig was like tying a noose. He broke down on the floor and started to sob. Squidward was a failure. His real passion was becoming a famous musician, but everybody who heard him play his clarinet frowned in disappointment. He was tired of failing. That's all he ever did. SpongeBob knelt next to Squidward's body and patted his back softly.
"There, there..." SpongeBob said, almost in a whisper. "What's the matter Squidward?"
Whats wrong with Squidward? Squidward couldn't take it anymore. He sobbed harder, and through his cries he shouted, "I'm in love with you, SpongeBob!"
SpongeBob was silent upon hearing this. "Squidward, I-"...
Cliffhanger haha smd
