Lover's Curse: A SquidBob Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Disguise

Monday 9:00 PM:

SpongeBob walked upstairs and I heard my bedroom door shut. I turned off the lights down stairs and started to relax, laying down on the couch. I let myself sink into my thoughts. I thought about SpongeBob first. He's nice, probably the nicest person to me in Bikini Bottom, and yet I treat him terribly. It's eating away at me. I should be better to him. Even though I react defensively to his kindness, he still never gives up on me. He's such a sweet person, and Neptune, he's just so adorable. I love the way his eyes twinkle and how he's so optimistic. The way his hair bounces and his neatness. Wait.. Okay, no way! There's no chance I'm actually in love with SpongeBob, right?? Get a hold of yourself! I can't ever let him know! Suddenly, I heard SpongeBob freaking out again and sighed, getting up to check on him. I opened the door to the dark room, where SpongeBob's hair, eyes, and mark glowed a bright pink. He was shaking and couldn't help but hyperventilate, not to mention his outfit was a mess, his tie had come undone and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned and crinkled. I rushed over to him, shutting the door behind me, "Hey! Look at me! You're going to be fine, just tell me what's wrong." I said, while on my knees by the bed, trying to snap him out of it. He started crying, "M-My head h-hurts so bad.. H-Help me.." I hugged him and positioned myself onto the bed. He hugged back, crying into my shirt. I didn't know what to do, but maybe this was helping? I tried to comfort him, "Shh... You're really worked up, huh? Just breathe, I'm right here. Pretty sure headaches was one of the symptoms, but it'll pass." SpongeBob hugged me and cried for a few minutes. I could tell he wasn't okay, one hell of a headache, huh? I didn't even know his hair and eyes could glow like that too, thought it was just the mark? Whatever. Eventually, the color faded a bit, his eyes went back to normal, the pink color was only in the roots of his hair, and the mark only glowed slightly. As his breathing slowed, he looked up at me and spoke with shaky breath, "I-I'm scared.. T-That was the worst headache I've ever felt. W-What are we gonna do if I f-freak out like that in public?" I let him go and replied, "I-I.. I don't know. I mean, we can cover your mark with gloves, buy you some eye contacts, and dye your hair temporarily, but I think we need to figure out what exactly causes your symptoms to act up like this. What happened before you got the headache?" SpongeBob sighed, "I was sitting on the bed and I was just thinking about what... W-What I'm gonna do if the guy I like doesn't like me back?" I replied, not realizing what I said, "I'm certain he will. You're literally the light of Bikini Bottom, even under stress and complete chaos, you're still some optimistic sort of beacon of light. Who ever it is, you should just tell them your situation, I'm sure he will understand." I watched his eyes and hair fade pink again and his mark glow as he looked at it and blushed. I tried to redeem myself, "I mean- I-I I didn't mean that! Don't get any ideas, SpongeBob!" He giggled, and we both blushed for a long, awkward moment. I tried to get out of the situation, "You should get some sleep. I'll head downstairs." As I got up, I felt SpongeBob pulling on my hand. I looked down at him as he spoke, "C-Can you stay? I-I just don't want to be alone.." I sighed and blushed at the thought, trying not to give in to the idea of actually being in love with him, "Fine. Just don't make it awkward." He situated himself under the blankets, I got in next to him. My heart was racing just from being this close to him. I knew exactly why but I would never admit it. An hour passed and I still couldn't sleep, although he was sleeping like a baby. In his sleep, he ended up in my arms, loosely hugging me. I kept listening to his heartbeat, he was so calm and even in his situation, he was still so... happy? I don't understand how he does it, but he's always seeing the bright side. I love that about him. No, I love him. Oh, Neptune! What's wrong with me! No! I can't.. That'll just stress him out more, he's already in love with someone. I-I I just need to ignore this, I'm sure these.. feelings.. will go away soon.

Tuesday 6:45 AM:

The next morning, I woke up to SpongeBob gently tapping my arm and whispering, "Squiddy? We have to get up early so we can cover.. W-Well the 'curse'?" I yawned and sat up. As I got out of bed, I replied, "Alright, we'll get ready and then meet in my bathroom to deal with whatever this curse is doing to you. Okay?" He nodded and I went to grab some clothes from my closet. I headed to the downstairs bathroom to change. My outfit was decent, a tan turtleneck and light wash denim jeans. After styling my hair, I headed upstairs to find SpongeBob. He was sitting on my bed, wearing my clothes, a pale purple shirt, which was a bit big for him, and.. a white skirt? I was surprised, I mean not that he was wearing something feminine, he does that a lot, but I don't own a skirt? I asked him about it, "Where did you get the skirt? I don't own one?" I laughed at the end of my sentence. He smiled at me and replied, "Oh! I cut up one of your shirts to make this!" I sighed, "Sweet Neptune.." He giggled at me. I continued, "Hey, did you find any gloves? Let's go to my bathroom and see what we can do to cover the side effects." He got up and we walked downstairs, about halfway down, he replied, "Yep! They're fingerless, but I guess they'll work!" I opened the bathroom door, and shut it once we were both inside. I spoke, "Great, just put them on then, I'll dye your hair. Don't worry, it'll wash off after tonight." He smiled, a little nervous, as I brought out the bottle of dye. After putting it in, it seemed to work well, but since his hair was already yellowish, I couldn't really tell. I sighed, knowing it would be embarrassing to ask him, "Okay, now I think you need to think about your crush to see if the pink will show through." He nodded, blushing a little. A full minute passed of him trying to think of his crush, but his mark didn't even glow. I ended up getting tired of his failed attempts and just grabbed his hand and took off the glove, trying to poke the mark or rub it in some way that would make it light up. As soon as I touched it, SpongeBob's breathing became shaky, his eyes lit up pink, he started blushing, and the mark immediately started glowing as well. I asked about it, "Am I hurting you? Your mark and eyes lit up?" I let his hand go as he looked up at me and muttered, "N-No.. It's just s-sensitive." I immediately blushed as well. I just decided to change the topic, "Well the dye worked, no pink is showing through." He smiled, "Good!" I put the bottle of dye back under the sink and pulled out blue contact lenses, they weren't his exact eye color but they would work. I handed them to him, "Here, put these in." SpongeBob replied with a question, "Where did you get all this stuff anyway?" I felt a little embarrassed telling him, "I used to cosplay when I was a lot younger. Thought I'd just keep the stuff." To my surprise, he didn't laugh or make some joke about it, he just smiled, not like he was being judgmental either. After he put the contacts in, we were ready to go.