Ok, really why am I so fucked up? Ok so like, this is my first fic that doesn't have Spongebob as the main character of this story, this is also my first fic with an entirely different shipping, SQUANDY, yes, yes I don't care, ok, I think I'll be the first to write a Squidward and Sandy fic, eh smut fic.. lemme know if I'm wrong.
I didn't just have this pop into my head like most stories, well it sorta did with a drawing, A VERY good one too, done very well by another great artist, I love her, along with some other two artist.
I draw too as most may have seen, but i'm better at writing, so, without further delay, heres, KEEP IT BETWEEN US, for Wackery/ Superhotbeam. Ill try to give the link to her drawing at the end/ description/ comments.
Tonight seemed to be one of those nights, it was a surprisingly boring night in the Tentacles residence. After hours of blowing his lungs out, strokred his wrist off to create more marvelous self portraits, cooked his tentacles off making a casserole, and burned his tongue while sipping on british tea.
He, for once, couldn't sleep that night, so when his neighbor, Spongebob, accompanied by his sidekick payed him a visit at the door, it was a surprise why he didn't slam the door in their faces upon sight.
Spongebob, the annoying twerp, had invited him out for a guys night out, stating that Squidward had nothing better to do, and for once, the boy was right, and so, he agreed to tag along. Squidward threw on a brown sweated and a tan scarf, it was a little cold outside, it was fall after all, hey, that rymed!
The boys had arrived at a small sports bar, usually, he'd act like an adult and direct the kids somewhere else, like a playground, or a ball pit filled with germs. Instead he just sighed, they were at least thirty and it wasn't against the law for them to drink.
As Squidward made his way to the building, he stopped, looking back at Spongebob who was leaned up against the boat side door, he was breathing into his hands, looking out at the road.
"What are you doing? It's cold out here, get inside where it's warm before you catch a cold." Squidward shouted over the parking lot. Spongebob turned his attention to Squidward, he smiled, it was nice to know that he cared.
"I'm waiting for Sandy, she said she was on her way, shell be here any- NOW!" Spongebob gestured to the approaching headlights. A green jeep parked a few spaces down, and the sponge raced to the driver side, he opened the door for her to step out.
They greeted with a hug, and a few laughs, "Great, he invited his crazy girlfriend." Squidward said to himself, he watched as they pulled out of their hug and approached him, his eyes locked onto hers, they shared the same dull expression before she turned to her best friend and smiled.
As the three made it to the bar, the place was filled with people, no place to sit, it was a good thing that Patrick had entered before them and got them a decent spot. The four sat at a round booth in the back, no, no they weren't that kind of people guys, come on, this is a kids show.
So far, the night seemed to be going well, the kids were off in the middle of the room, dancing to some country song Sandy had requested. Spongebob had asked Squidward if he wanted to dance but he had declined, stating, "I can't dance to this trash you call music." he spat, Spongebob laughed, "Right, you dance to Swan lake while wearing tights." Spongebob reminded himself, he was drunk, clearly.
They should make it a law not to serve little yellow fry cooks who can't get their driver's license adult beverages, Spongebob was far from being any adult that he knew.
Squidward watched at the only female that he knew danced to her requested song. Not before long, after the song was over, Sandy came stumbling over, plopping down onto the seat. Squidward lifted his arm to keep her from spilling his wine as she laid her head down on his lap, she was drunk too from a beverage much stronger than a glass of wine.
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Between us: Squidward X Sandy
FanfictionThe gang goes to a bar, two people go home together- Squandy- Smut