Kiss The Cook (Spongebob Oneshots)

SQUIDBOB

"The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets.

The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears.

And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain."

-Unknown

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Spongebob's P.O.V:

I looked at him from afar.

A familiar feeling of hopelessness drowned me yet all I could do was continue flipping the Patty's with a big goofy grin. To anyone who looked closely, they could see the fake grin didn't reach my eyes. They would notice that my beautiful ocean blue eyes didn't sparkle like they used to.

I looked down at me and winced at my stupid costume. Acknowledging the fact that I would have to try to stand out to gain his attention was the only reason I'd wear this. For him, I could make a fool out of myself a hundred times over.

Letting out a tired breath, I looked out of my small window. Working here really did have it's perks. The amazing view my window provided me was none other than the squid that had captured my heart.

Letting my eyes drift, I looked at him and admired his charismatic behaviour with the customers. A small flame of jealousy burned in my heart, wishing that he would be like that to me.

I let out a curse as I smelt something burning and realised that the batch of Krabby Patties I was making were nearly charcoal black. Silently scolding myself, I turned off the stove and began scrapping the cancerous lumps with the intention of chucking them out.

Feeling a chill go down my spine, I swiftly turned around only to see my beloved crush walking towards me. My heart beat rapidly at the fact that he was paying attention to only me. I clutched my overworking heart, hoping to calm it down.

A million pick up lines flew put of my mind and into the bin filled with the burnt patties. My mind had gone blank and I felt fear course through me.

' I'm not prepared to tell him how I feel!'

My mind went into complete lockdown when he entered the small kitchen and closed the door. He stormed up to me, until we were only inches apart. I looked at him, relishing the fact that his attention for once was focused solely on me.
Then I saw it. The unmistakable flicker of annoyance aimed at me. It was only then where I saw the anger in his Amethyst looking eyes. Tilting my head sideways, I tried to look as innocent yet flirtatious as I could.

He soon was standing right in front of me, anger clear in his gorgeous eyes of his.

"SPONGEBOB! GET RID OF THAT AWFUL SMELL IMMEDIATELY!"

I sucked in a breath as his deep yet gravelly voice reached my ears. I savoured the feeling until my mind comprehended what he had told me. His words snapped me out of my trance immediately.

A dark blush covered my face and my eyes widened in shock. I mentally hit myself for being so stupid as to forget about the disgusting smell of burnt meat.

"I-I'm Soooooo Sorry! I completely forgot about that!" I mumbled, my hands waving around the air frantically. I was sure by now I resembled the ketchup I used.

My attention snapped back as I heard him exhale deeply. With curious eyes, I watched as he held his head in his tentacle palms. His once tensed posture had now slouched and his once fiery eyes seemed to have given up.

"Why... Why do I try so hard? I'm so tired of this, why am I getting mad at a simple mistake?"

The words stopped me in my tracks.
Who I saw in front of me was a broken and tired squid. The idea that how I thought my crush was perfect seemed to shatter right before my eyes.

I felt my gaze linger on his tired form. He looked like the world was on his shoulders, weighing down his body and breaking his mind. I began biting my lip, stoping myself from saying something stupid. This was the first time he had ever looked like this and I, I couldn't help but love him.

Hesitantly, I lifted my thin hand over to his shoulder. I felt him tense for a split second before relaxing. My eyes widened, shocked at his reaction. A small flicker of hope found it's way into my heart.

Before I knew it, I was already hugging him.

"You're okay... You can relax around me," my voice left my throat, my mind now filled with the thought of helping Squidward. I liked him, and I didn't want to see my close ones suffer. Especially not him. Not now, not ever.

Soon, the feeling of a hesitant arm wrapped around my waist. I blushed slightly, pleased that my reassuring was working. My stupid mind once again froze up the moment I heard him try to subdue a sob.

His head leaned against my shoulder and I could begin to feel the slight wetness of the tears seep through my shirt. Like a sponge, I tried to absorb his sadness and uncertainty. I wanted him to share his burden and let me help him.

After a few minutes of me holding Squidward and him crying, he softly pulled himself away from me. I let my arms go loose unwillingly, wanting nothing more than to hold him forever.

"I-I'm so-sorry SpongeBob, I don't know what overcame me... I'm sorry, it must just be the pressu-. Sorry, what I meant to say was thank- thanks SpongeBob, I really needed that," his once deep voice sounded stuffy.

"It's okay Squidward," I spoke in a calm and soft voice. The change from my blaring and obnoxious voice to a gentle one earned a look of surprise from Squidward.

I watched in concerned silence as he wiped away his tears and blew his large yet handsome nose. He patted his shirt, trying to smooth out all of the crinkles. I felt my heart drop as he tried to put on a smile.

Once again, he was going to put on a mask of charisma and hide his true feelings away.  But he couldn't hide his true feelings from me. I could see the slight bags under his eyes and how his beautifully big eyes were now slightly red from crying.

I knew that today wouldn't change anything for me. He would soon forget me... Me and my stupid costume that I wear for him and only him. He would forget how he broke down in front of me and how I comforted him. I would just go back to being in the background of his busy life.

"P-please forget this ever happened," Squidward said, clearing his throat. Before I can even realize what he said, he's already out the door, waving at the new customers with that fake smile.

I forced down a sob. Unbeknownst to him, his words left a wound on my heart of sponge. His broken reply and demand made me want to ask him why he did it.

'Why did he put up a front that hurt him so much?'

In reality, he was like me. A fake. He put on a smile, he put on a show that made everyone smile, everyone but himself. Like him, I hid behind a mask. Mine was a goofy grin and a childlike act but in reality... In reality I was caught up in the past, unable to tell the difference from the old and new.

I let out a deep and shaky breath, wiping away my tears with my arm. Walking back to my bench I began to make Krabby Patties again and putting on a fake goofy grin.

Behind my charade, all I could think about was him. Squidward, the most beautifully broken piece of art.
I wanted to hug him again, tell him not to distance himself from me, to tell me how much he is hurting...

'But how can I help him when I can't even help myself?'