Childish Love | HUMAN! SPONGEBOB X READER |

Chapter 4

//Sorry about the long wait!
Just bare with me please.
I've been sorta busy, y'know it's summer and all.
I was traveling for a week then I went back home and now I have to go traveling again.
Its a busy month for me//

"Trace, look!" My eyes examine the strange item in front of me, my finger pointing to it.
Trace leans over my shoulder and looks down at it in amazement "Whoa!"
"What do you think it is?" He turns his head to look at me, only inches away from my ear.
"We take it to professor Patrick of course!" My voice changes into a British accent, my glued-on beard tickling the skin of where my collar bone is.
"Why of course, let us take it to the one known as Patrick" Trace picks up the unknown object and carries it in his arms as he walk towards the giant rock, known as Patrick's home.
Patrick sits at a wooden table with a small lamp and a few stacks of paper, a wooden pipe in his mouth, small bubbles coming out of it.
"Mr.Patrick, we have something you might find interest in" Trace places the object on the table and fixes his fake mustache.
"Please, call me Mr.Patrick" He removed the pipe from his lips and blows out imaginary smoke.
"..." Trace glanced at me while I glance back.
"Okay, Mr.Patrick" I nod to him and scratch my head, smiling a bit.
Patrick turns his attention to the object on his desk, bringing a hand to his chin "hmm" He hums, his eyes looking it over "Well.. Its something called a rock"
"A rock? How much is it worth?" I gasp and bring a hand to my mouth.
"I believe its worth a billion trillion!" Patrick stands up and grabs the rock, running away from us.
"Get back here you thief!" Trace runs after him, easily catching up to Patrick.
"Tag your it" Patrick tosses the rock to Trace and continues running away while laughing.
I honestly have no idea what's happening anymore.. Oh well, at least im having fun.
Trace turns to me and smirks, tossing the rock in his hand.
"Oh no.." I turn around and get ready to run, before I even take a step trace is clinging to my back, the rock clutched in his right hand.
"Haha!" I caught the thief" Trace has his arms tightly wrapped around me, standing behind me.
"Nooo! how could this happen? I was just put out of jail" I fall to my knees and look up at the sky.
Patrick walks over and stands in front of me "You're under arrest for stealing my Apple!"

A few hours later

"Man, I'm pooped" I plop onto the couch and loudly sigh, wiping sweat from my forehead.
"Hey, we should have a sleepover!" Trace sits up from laying on the floor in my living room.
My eyes widen as my face lights up "Yes!"

// My twitter: @Sipjoss
Trace's twitter: @/spongytrace //