Weeks went by. Spongebob and Squidward began to meet up every Thursday in Squidward's very own living room. If you told Spongebob a year ago that he and Squidward would have weekly best-friend time and that it was SQUIDWARD'S IDEA Spongebob would've thought yeah in my dreams! But week after week Spongebob would sit on the couch and listen to Squidward's clarinet playing. His eyes would drift from Squidward to his art on the wall. Squidward really is talented especially when he is confident and surrounded by support. Spongebob never ran short on support and now that he got the green light from Squidward to SHOWER him in compliments he kept them coming. That is until one day....
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Thursday rolled along and Spongebob was not clocked in at 7 AM. Why was a burger joint open at 7 AM on a Thursday? Who knows? But Squidward knew better than to ask since 7 AM was a BLESSING compared to the old 24 / 7 policy. Squidward would do anything to prevent hearing that damn cowbell and day-after-day announcements. Squidward figured the Sponge would run in at 7:02 begging for forgiveness. But when 7:10 came Squidward knew that today was an unusual day. 8 AM to 9 AM to 10 AM and before Squidward knew it was 7 PM and his shift was over. Is there any chance he wouldn't go to work but they could still have a clarinet sesh? Squidward wasn't fooling himself but figured he'd call and make sure anyway.
"hello?" traveled through the phone but Spongebob was so stuffed up it sounded like heblo
"Hi Spongebob! Sorry you're not feeling well"
"Says who? I'm dandy" the energy was as unconvincing as you could get
"So you didn't go to work because you felt like having the day off?"
"I mean- it's just- yeah ok I'm sick! why do you-? OH NO, IT'S THURSDAY!!!!"
"I mean I'd care like if it was any other day. What makes today so special?"
Squidward heard rustling through the phone followed by a THUD.
"WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT??"
"I'm just getting ready to come over!"
"EWW NO! YOU ARE SICK DON'T DO THAT"
"oh yeah, you're right! I just didn't want to let you down."
"I hate when you say things like that" Squidward hung up. He was mad and the reason he was mad made him more mad. Why does Spongebob care about him so much? HOW does he care so much? I mean the poor guy is sick and he's still worried about others!
WELL, I COULD BE CARING TOO!!!! Squidward defiantly screamed in his head. Maybe aloud too? He put on a face mask. How effective is it underwater? Who knows? But Squidward heated up some canned soup and stomped out of his house. "I'm just getting ready to come over" he mockingly muttered to himself "HA! You'll see who's coming over now"
Spongebob answered the door. Droopy nose, droopy face, and faded color in his spongey skin. He was in a beany and heavy coat but still shivering. Squidward's smugness melted away and genuine concern took over "Jeez Spongebob! Did you go to the doctor?"
"Not yet. I think it's suds. I've had it before and it blows"
"I can see that! Here eat this hopefully it'll make you feel a little better" Squidward began turning towards the door.
"Squidward. Thank you so much. You're an amazing friend"
Squidward wanted to be the best he could be every day. Most days he failed but today the best person he knew appreciated him and what he did. He felt good even without playing the clarinet, but almost on cue Spongebob butted in
"We'll pick up with clarinet tomorrow," he said with a wink
"Oh pshhh just feel better!"
"Oh I am! The soup is working already" he laughed weakly before coughing
