SpongeBob was in his pineapple home, trying to think of a way to confess how he felt to Patrick. After realizing he had no idea what the feeling was inside him, he had no idea how his best friend would explain the feelings of the butterflies in his stomach.

He decided he needed to tell someone who would understand more things than both himself and Patrick.

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"Howdy SpongeBob!" Sandy greeted as she opened the door to her treedome, "What brings you here?"

"Well Sandy, I-I have butterflies in my stomach - and they're the good kind - and I was just wondering if you knew what they were." SpongeBob explained.

"Well, when do you get 'em?" Sandy asked, giving her friend a confused stare.

"When I, um...look at Patrick." SpongeBob said, shooting Sandy a sheepish smile.

Eww... Sandy thought, trying to hide the look of disgust that was trying to creep its way onto her face, I ain't got nothin' against gays, but...Patrick and SpongeBob being a thing? I always thought SpongeBob and I could be a-- Okay, never mind, I won't think about that right now while he's here. He seems to need help with his apparent feelings for Patrick. Unless...he's trying to play hard to get. But if he was...wouldn't he be trying to flirt with me, too?

Upon noticing the squirrel was being unresponsive and staring into space, SpongeBob called, "Saaaandy!"

Upon still receiving no response, SpongeBob decided to take matters into his own hands, so he snapped his fingers in front of her face a few times before saying, "Earth to Sandy!"

That seemed to work, since as soon as he had finished speaking, she shook her head and responded with, "Huh? Yeah SpongeBob?"

"Um, I was hoping I could get a bit of information about this feeling of butterflies in my stomach when I'm around Pat." SpongeBob explained, "I noticed you spaced out there for a few seconds, so I decided to snap you back into reality."

"Well uh... I, uh..." Sandy began, failing to find the words to say before she finally came up with something and said, "Oh! Well, don't worry. I'm sure those feelings of butterflies'll go away soon."

Feeling unsure of whether she answered his question or not he said, "Umm... Thanks?" He then started to slowly back away awkwardly.

"Oh, no problem Sponge!" Sandy said proudly, her hands on her hips and a smile on her face as if ignoring SpongeBob's current action, "Anything to help a critter out!"

"Uh...yeah..." SpongeBob said as he walked towards the door, continuing to walk backwards until he reached it before slowly beginning to open the door, "Uh, well...I'll see ya later then! Bye!"

As soon as he had finished speaking, he quickly shut the door behind him and hurriedly exited the treedome.

"Was it something I said?" Sandy wondered out loud to herself, a confused look on her face before smiling and shrugging. Oh well! I think it's better off he doesn't know anyway. It might traumatize the poor guy for the rest of his life if he finds out he's in love with Patrick.

Meanwhile, outside the treedome...

"Well, Sandy sure didn't help much..." SpongeBob said quietly to himself, hanging his head a bit, "So who else would understand this feeling?" He then brightened up as he remembered someone who could help him. "I know! I'll ask my good friend Squidward! He should know something!"

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"...and I was wondering if you knew what that feeling was, 'cause all Sandy said was that it'd go away soon." SpongeBob said, finishing his explanation about the butterfly situation to Squidward.

The octopus in question let out a bored sigh. Remember Squidward, he will believe anything you tell him. He thought to himself.

"Uh, who will believe everything you tell him Squidward?" SpongeBob asked as if he'd just read Squidward's mind.

"How...did you know what I was thinking?" Squidward asked, now staring straight ahead feeling weirded out by what just happened, no longer looking at the sponge.

SpongeBob, who was just as confused as the cephalopod, shrugged and said, "I dunno. I guess I can." He then smiled at Squidward. "But don't worry, it's pretty rare for me to hear peoples' thoughts. Unless it's not me and someone, somewhere is always writing out our lives, whether it's on TV or in a story." He then waved a dismissive hand before adding, "Pfft! Like that's even possible..."

"It isn't possible, you idiot!" Squidward yelled at him, "We literally live under a nuclear trash heap! This is reality or else there would be NO nuclear explosions happening every time something blows up here!"

"Maybe all that nuclear radiation has something to do with the butterflies in my stomach and why I end up blush-" Before he could finish, Squidward had shut the door in his face.

SpongeBob sighed. "...Or maybe not."

"Hey SpongeBob!" A familiar voice said, causing SpongeBob to jump and spin around to face the person.

"P-P-Patrick!!" SpongeBob yelled, the butterflies in his stomach beginning to act up as he tried his best to hide the blush that was trying to creep onto his face, "W-What are you doing here?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing Sponge." Patrick replied with a shrug.

"Well I was coming to visit Squidward so I could ask him about this, um..." He began, but he couldn't think of anything so he gave up, sighed and said while looking down, "Look Patrick, whenever I'm around you or I see you...I get these butterflies in my stomach, and they're the good kind. And...I just don't know what they are! Do you?"

"Well, I get butterflies in my stomach when I'm nervous!" Patrick said with a smile.

"But I'm not nervous Patrick!" SpongeBob explained, "Like I said, they're the good butterflies!"

"Well if that's the case, I've got nothin'." Patrick said with a shrug, "Sorry buddy."

SpongeBob smiled. "It's okay Pat!" He assured, "Maybe I'll figure it out in the morning. Unless Sandy's right and it'll go away soon."

"Well, night buddy!" Patrick said before heading back to his rock.

"Wait, what do you mean--" SpongeBob interrupted himself as he looked up at the sky, seeing it was dark.

"Oh, he's right!" SpongeBob said to no one in particular but himself before laughing, "It is night!"

After realizing that, he went into his pineapple home to sleep.

Okay, that's it for this one-shot! If you're curious as to why I ship PatBob, as always the reason is in my profile. I will also be including what happened the day after SpongeBob confessed his feelings to Patrick, too! And maybe I will make this into a story full of one-shots of our favorite sponge and starfish duo! So I hope you enjoyed this little one-shot, and I will be posting the one-shot of what happened the day after SpongeBob's confession soon!