Hey! So, here's the final chapter of this little story. Thanks for the reviews and please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own SpongeBob SquarePants or any of its characters.

Vanilla and Acorns

As the warm, orange, glowing sun was just beginning to dip itself into the horizon the way that a soft, watery paintbrush is dipped into a dollop of paint, downtown Bikini Bottom was wrapped up in a cozy blanket of couples that were walking jollity along the sidewalks, holding fins and looking into shop windows, giggling and staring at each other flirtatiously – much to the uncomfortableness of the sponge and squirrel, who were strolling their way past the fish-folks in silence.

Every couple of minutes, SpongeBob would glance up at Sandy with that same look he had on his face whenever he was stressed out or worried deeply about someone. As for Sandy, she was trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible, and just kept her eyes straight ahead.

They had been going on like this for the past fifteen minutes. All that Sandy could think about within that time was how the little conversation they had agreed on having was going to go. Well, by now, she knew that they should've already been discussing the very awkward matter at hand, but how do a couple of good friends just come out and start chatting about the fact that their lips had touched for the very first time?

Sandy knew that the little sponge wasn't in the right state of mind when he forced himself on her; he was experiencing a sugar rush and felt different on the inside. Though a kiss from someone as childish as him did come as a shock to the scientist, she knew that it was probably just a case of him letting the sweets get to his head, which resulted in the more affectionate side of him showing itself.

Well, SpongeBob was always affectionate toward everybody, but the kind of affection he showed her that night was not something she ever expected to see from him.

Within the last twenty or so hours since it had happened, Sandy had done everything in her mental power to try and convince herself that he couldn't have meant what he did; he couldn't have meant it when he had dipped her toward the floor like she was his wife and stared at her with that romantic, fiery look in his eyes.

He couldn't have meant it when he had disobeyed her with that smirk and smashed his lips into hers with a passion that felt like it came straight from his heart.

Oh, but no matter how much she continued to deny it, she knew that he did.

As for SpongeBob, there was no doubt in his mind that he meant what he did. He just resented himself for forcing those passions on her and was currently trying to think of a way to apologize to her, without it feeling too awkward.

He had to make this right, even if it was going to kill him on the inside.

The two had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. The sponge looked up at her with that same uneasy expression, rubbing his knuckle with the palm of his other sweaty hand. "Um, Sandy? D-Don't you think it's time we- "

Sandy was busy staring into the window of a little café, scanning the tables inside to see how crowded it might be. SpongeBob frowned, noticing she wasn't paying any attention. The squirrel was doing this every two minutes or so in an attempt to find the most private place possible for them to speak.

Once she turned back to face him, they automatically locked eyes, which was uncomfortable for both of them. "What'd ya say, SpongeBob?"

"I-I said… don't you think it's time we… you know," he rubbed the back of his head. "talked about this?"

Sandy sighed and bit her lip, unable to hide the stress that was emanating from her face. "Well, yeah. I'm aware that it's time, SpongeBob, but I also think it's important to find just the right place to- "

"OH, PLEASE, SANDY!"

Everyone walking on the streets, sidewalks, and even people sitting in their cars, stopped what they were doing to watch the sponge fall on one knee in front of her, taking one of her hands in both of his and looking up at her with watery, desperate eyes.

"Uh, SpongeBob?" Sandy asked quietly, leaning down a bit while keeping her eyes on the few people gathering around them. "SpongeBob, this ain't the best time to- "

"Oh, Sandy! I'm so sorry! Believe me, I really am! When I was holding you in my arms and I saw your lustrous lips and other delicate features- "

"Delicate features? You've gotta be kidding. Just look at those buck teeth!" spat a male fish, pointing a fin at the squirrel and causing a few people to laugh along with him. Moments later, more insults from random people were thrown, sending Sandy over the edge.

Sandy glared at them and paid no attention to the sponge on one knee. "Say somethin' else, and I'm gonna show ya what other parts of me ain't so delicate," she warned, gritting her teeth.

SpongeBob squeezed her hand, signaling her to look back down at him.

"Sandy, please, listen to me. I didn't know what I was doing! I…" he looked at the ground for a moment, carefully considering his words. "W-Well, in a way, I kind of did, but I didn't! Well… no, wait… didn't I?! OH, see? Even now, I'm not making any sense at all! Sandy, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself! Oh, PLEASE, SANDY! I'M SO ASHAMED! Please don't hate me, please!" he sobbed.

Sandy swallowed hard as she observed his fervent, teary-eyed gaze. Why did he have to make things so hard and make a fool of himself in public like this?

"SpongeBob…" she shook her head.

A few people that were standing across the street and didn't know exactly what was going on, gasped in shock at the sight of the young man on one knee, holding the young woman's hand in a certain manner that suggested something to them.

A young fish-lady slapped her fins against her cheeks. "Oh my goodness! Look, everyone! That little man is proposing!" she exclaimed with happy tears welling up in her eyes.

"Aww!" all the people gushed.

"Let's get over there, so we can see the ring!" said a male fish. He and multiple other people came rushing over while the coast was not clear in the crosswalk.

SpongeBob and Sandy glanced at each other nervously, knowing which direction this was going in.

Just then, as they walked across the way, dozens of cars on opposite ends of the street screeched on their wheels in an attempt to steer clear of them, but they all ended up crashing into one another while the group of people huddled together in fear.

"Hey! Stop standin' in the middle of the street!" yelled a man, shaking his fist out of his boat window.

"Yeah! Just what do ya think you're doin'? Tryin' to get yourselves killed?!" said Mr. Krabs, leaning forward in his own boat with furrowed brows.

"I'll say! It's always been my job to annihilate people!" Plankton angrily exclaimed from his tiny boat, which just so happened to be sitting right underneath Mr. Krabs's boat wheel.

The group of people finally ran to the other side, clearing the way for the traffic.

"Now, that's more like it!" said Mr. Krabs, returning to his chipper mood while turning up his radio and revving his loud engine.

Plankton gulped in fear, looking up behind him. "Wait a minute, Krabs! WAIT!"

The crustacean either didn't hear the little green booger, or he just didn't give a barnacle, because the next thing he did was step on the accelerator and zoom forward, squashing Plankton like an insect.

Once the exhaust from the tailpipe dissipated, Plankton was left as nothing more than a flattened pancake on the asphalt. "Ow," he groaned dryly with deep, aching pain circulating throughout his body.

Meanwhile, the group of fish-folks dusted themselves off and stood behind the sponge and squirrel, waiting for him to continue "popping the question."

"Whew! That was so close," said a teenage girl.

"That's right. But I just know this will be worth risking our lives for!" said a male fish, clenching his fists and biting his lip with anticipation.

"Yeah, what are you waiting for, young man? Continue with the proposal!" urged a woman.

While everyone nodded in agreement and SpongeBob stared at them with a confused look, Sandy rolled her eyes and pulled him up to his feet. "This ain't a proposal, people! Now, go home!"

They all sighed with disappointment and left, mumbling things under their breaths.

Sandy forced SpongeBob to look at her by grabbing his shoulders. "See what y'all did by makin' a scene, SpongeBob?" she scolded him.

SpongeBob shook his head with a sad expression. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sandy. I didn't mean to- "

She interrupted him with a sigh and dragged him away toward the entrance of another shop. "Never mind. It's about high time we had that discussion."

"But Sandy, are you sure it's a good idea to talk about it in there?" SpongeBob asked warily, pointing a finger at the shop, as he floated in the wind like a paper bag while being pulled by her.

"I don't care where we talk about it anymore, SpongeBob. I don't think it matters all that much if anybody hears us, considering that you've already exclaimed it to the whole entire universe."

"But… Sandy…"

She ignored him and went onward, walking with purpose in her step.

Right before they entered, Sandy failed to look up at the big, pink sign with a pair of flashing lips next to the words, "Kissing Lounge".

The two stood in front of the glass door, Sandy finally releasing him and placing her hands on her hips. "Alright, now, this should be a good place to- "

They looked at the room with wide eyes, taking in the sight of men and women sitting together on leather couches, snuggling and making out, while romantic music played, and bright lights flickered in the background.

Sandy's eyelid twitched. "Uhh…"

SpongeBob dripped with sweat, unable to take his eyes off what was happening. "Told ya," was all he could faintly say.

The man standing behind a baby-blue-colored counter looked upon the couples with disgust, wishing this establishment didn't exist. "Ugh, why can't these weirdos just go to Make-Out Reef?" he sighed in annoyance.

Just then, a female fish clothed in a dress that was the same color as the marble counter came up to the two different species with a suggestive grin. "Well, I've never seen a more interesting looking couple!" she giggled, making both of them blush as red as roses.

Sandy shook her head while SpongeBob waved his arms. "N-No, ya see, we ain't- "

"W-We just came here to talk," said SpongeBob, smiling sheepishly.

The young fish's smile grew ever naughtier as she stared at them. "Hm, that's what they all say." She peered at Sandy's helmet for a moment while rubbing her chin.

"Hmm… well, I'm not sure how you two are planning to do this without that glass bubble getting in the way, exactly, but uh… as long as you enjoy yourselves, that's all that counts," she shrugged. She then reached into her back pocket, handing Sandy a breath mint, and SpongeBob a small bottle of breath spray.

She watched as they looked down at what they were given. "Don't worry, they're complimentary! But there's still the fee of two dollars each," she said with a cheeky smile, clasping her fins together.

"You mean people seriously have to pay to get in here?!" asked Sandy, staggered.

The woman chuckled. "Of course! How else would we stay in business? And let me tell you something," she leaned toward them both with that same off-putting smile. "we really rake it in around here," she giggled once more.

Sandy cocked a brow at her. "I'll bet y'all do." I agree with what the other guy said. Y'all are nothin' but a bunch of weirdos! She thought.

SpongeBob could feel the humidity in the air from peoples' sweat, which was making him very nervous and desperate to leave. "Uh, here. I don't think we'll be needing this stuff, ma'am," he kindly stated, placing his breath spray in her fin while Sandy did the same with her mint.

The woman smirked. "Oh, I see. So, you two must brush your teeth every morning, hm?"

SpongeBob scratched the side of his head and looked up at the ceiling. "Well, actually, I lost my toothbrush last week and I- "

"Oh, this is just plain ridiculous! Let's get the heck out of this place, SpongeBob," said Sandy, fed up. She opened the door to let him go out first before she shot a quick glare at the woman and followed her spongy friend.

The fish-lady rolled her eyes and shrugged for the second time. "Eh, who needs 'em? This place has got plenty of customers," she chuckled with immoral undertones in her voice, watching the people kiss and fondle each other.

"You're sick, Margie," said the male fish behind the counter, peering at her, repugnantly.

The French narrator sighed to himself as he watched the sponge and squirrel sitting next to each other on a giant hill in Jellyfish Fields. "Ah, finally. Our two main characters in this episode have a nice, peaceful place to have their conversation. Hold on a minute… there is something I forgot to say at the beginning of this scene. What was it? Oh! Right," he cleared his throat. "Later…"

There was only a hint of the sun left in the sky, with only hues of dark blue, orange, and purple stretched-out across the distance of the horizon. The water was cool, with just a slight breeze blowing throughout the fields.

The two friends had become quiet for a few moments after SpongeBob explained the situation of the spiked ice cream.

"So… you mean to tell me there was actual liquor in it?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.

The sponge slowly nodded as he twirled his finger around on the grass, comforted by its wet, soft bristles. "Uh-huh, there sure was. Larry told me it was the "strongest alcohol in the entire ocean', isn't that funny? Ha, ha, ha, ha…"

Sandy stared at him with a somewhat puzzled expression while he forced out a couple of lighthearted chuckles.

He looked up at her and bit his lip once he noticed that she wasn't agreeing with him. "Yeah, you're right. I guess it… isn't funny." He stared out into the hills and watched the jellyfish.

"Oh, it's funny alright. It's funny how ya managed to keep it down for such a long period of time before ya finally barfed." She said with a bit of a scoff while looking off to her left, leaning back with her palms on the ground for support.

SpongeBob smiled halfheartedly as his eyes searched the grassy floor. "Y-Yeah. I'm really sorry about that, by the way. I guess with the nausea from the ice cream and the jellyfish in my stomach from our…"

They turned to look at each other and stared, both wondering how he was going to verbalize the rest of his statement.

"…kiss, I… just… couldn't hold it in anymore." He shrugged, studying her eyes to try and see how the mentioning of their intimate moment was going to affect her. "My nerves got the better of me," he continued, sighing.

Sandy could no longer look into those eyes; they were peering straight into the back of her mind, which was not a place she wanted anyone to see into, especially not him. She looked down to her left and pulled out a few shreds of grass, gently ripping them into tiny pieces.

"Just exactly what kind of liquor was it? Do ya know?" she asked, focusing on the grass between her gloved fingers.

SpongeBob blinked a couple of times and became distracted by watching her hands. "Well, yeah, I do. Whatever it was, it had a pretty long title. I'm surprised I even remember it."

"Do ya mind sharin' what it was?"

Though SpongeBob was confused as to how this mattered, he decided she deserved to know. "Sure. Larry said it was just between me and him, though. You won't tell anybody what it is if I tell you, will you, Sandy?" he asked, looking at her with a hopeful expression.

Sandy rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna spill any of Larry's big 'bro' secrets to anyone." Not that anybody would even care about such a silly thing in the first place anyway, she thought.

After looking in all directions to make sure no one else was around and taking in a deep, preparatory breath, SpongeBob said, "Okay, here goes." He leaned toward her helmet with a hand cupped around his mouth, whispering the strange, long name of the insanely strong alcohol.

Sandy's eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open slightly. She turned to watch him pull away from her, and they stared at each other again.

SpongeBob was concerned by her expression. "W-What does that look mean, Sandy?"

"It means I think Larry's the dumbest critter I ever did see! Shoot, he's completely out of his mind for mixin' that stuff into that dang ice cream."

"Why do you say that?"

"SpongeBob, that alcohol ain't just the strongest alcohol in the ocean, it's the strongest alcohol on dry land, too. Heck, I remember my granddaddy drinkin' it when I was younger, and he couldn't walk straight for three days! I'm shocked it didn't bother you more than it already did. No wonder that tea and everything else I gave ya didn't do anything; that stuff is impervious to any kind of soberin' remedy."

SpongeBob's mouth gaped slightly as he stared at her, stunned. "Wow, Sandy… that's terrible. What else does that stuff do?"

"It does what any kind of alcohol out there does, SpongeBob, only it does it with about five or ten times the strength." She hesitated to look at him as her cheeks started to turn pink. "includin'… bringin' out one's lovey-dovey, romantic side."

SpongeBob gulped, nearly choking on his own saliva as he turned beet-red in the face. "O-Oh, really? So, alcohol does that, huh?"

"Yep, it can. Some people can drink it all day long and remain unaffected by it, while others… well, I don't need to explain the rest to ya."

The two looked away from each other, silence falling between them. SpongeBob quietly played with his tie while Sandy chewed on her lip with her buckteeth.

Okay, so they had gotten the alcohol thing out of the way, but now it was time to face the elephant in the room (or, in this case, the field.)

Neither one of them knew how to further go about what happened, though it was all their minds had been dwelling on lately.

"S-Sandy, I…" SpongeBob brushed his hand over the grass while staring at it.

"What?" asked Sandy, her tone carrying a softness he had never heard before.

SpongeBob felt his heart beginning to race in his chest. His hand continued to search the grass until it landed upon some small rocks. He picked them up and started to toss them over the hill, feeling the gentle blowing of the breeze against his face.

"I, uh…" he glanced back and forth between his hand and her eyes that were gazing at him. "Y-You wanna… throw some rocks?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Sandy stared at his open palm with her lids halfway over her eyes. She pursed her lips to the side and shrugged. "Sure, why not? Thanks."

"You're welcome."

When she lifted her hand and placed it in his to grab a rock or two, she instantly felt a spark shoot throughout her arm and to her heart, making her breathe quickly and heavily while keeping her eyes on both their hands.

SpongeBob breathed the exact same way and started to feel hot in the face again, despite the cool wind brushing by him.

They both looked up and locked eyes with each other. Sandy couldn't find the words to say. This was not going as she had planned in her head. The way she envisioned it going was very awkward – which, in a way, it was – but she had imagined that they'd be arguing and misunderstanding each other left and right, and he'd try to apologize profusely as he did earlier in town, dropping on his knees and crying at her feet, begging that they could still be friends and to put it all behind them.

Instead, here they were, looking deeply into each other's eyes with tons of questions they weren't sure either of them knew the answers to. This did, in fact, feel strange, but there was also comfort in it as well.

More than comfort, perhaps. There was sweet, warmhearted affection being shared between them in these moments, and neither of them had to say a word to convey it.

SpongeBob finally managed to show a small, crooked and silly smile to her, making it almost impossible for her not to blush. "Uh, heh, heh… I-I heard that… throwing rocks is good for relieving tension," he spoke softly and in his lower voice.

Sandy offered him a very similar smile and chuckled slightly, removing her hand after it seemed like it had been over his forever. "Haha, I heard that, too. I could sure use some relief." She looked away from him and shut her eyes tightly in embarrassment.

Really, Sandy? Why'd ya have to word it that way? You make it sound like you've got a headache.

"YAH!" she grunted, throwing the rocks across the field with force.

SpongeBob smiled. "Heh, good throw," he complimented.

"Why, thank you," she replied, trying to act as if everything wasn't a huge, tricky mess.

"Sandy, I'm sorry."

"I know. You apologized to me earlier, SpongeBob."

The sponge sighed, staring into the darkening sky. "I know that, Sandy. But… it wasn't good enough." They both turned to look at each other again, Sandy watching his expression turn into a mixture of sorrow and lostness like he was a scared kid running around at an amusement park, separated from his parents.

"Why isn't it good enough, SpongeBob?" she asked, quietly.

"Because what I did was wrong, Sandy. And… I feel like I owe you about a million apologies for doing it. You're one of my bestest friends in the whole world, and I messed that up all because I couldn't control my own passions," he shook his head, looking down at the grass, shamefully.

Judging by the tone in his voice, Sandy knew he wasn't finished speaking. She watched him intensely, waiting for him to continue.

"You looked at me and warned me not to do it, but I did it anyway."

"Yeah, you did."

He looked up at her. "Aren't you mad about it?"

Her brown eyes shifted around on the grass a bit as she thought deeply. "Yeah, I was at first. But I ain't anymore."

"Why not?"

"'Cause there really ain't no point in bein' mad about somethin' like that, SpongeBob. What's done is done, and ya can't take it back."

Her words felt like both a relief and a stab in the heart. How it was possible that she wasn't furious with him about it was truly shocking to him. Why she wasn't karate-kicking his butt into oblivion right now, he hadn't the slightest clue, other than what she had just said. But how could she say that? It just didn't make any sense to him.

"But Sandy, I… I gave into my emotions and pushed myself on you," he shook his head again, looking at her regretfully.

"Y'all were flyin' higher than a kite last night, SpongeBob. Alcohol does the craziest things to people; it makes sense that ya couldn't control the way you were feelin'," she said, finding more rocks and throwing them.

SpongeBob wanted to argue with that but couldn't think of any words. He looked back down at the ground. "The whole reason I went to your dome in the first place was because Patrick was teasing me."

"Teasin' ya about what, exactly?" she raised a brow.

SpongeBob bit his lip and blinked. "Teasing… me about… you." He breathed, hoping he wouldn't regret what he had revealed so far.

She watched his shoulders shrug as he played with the grass. "I was talking about all the things I like about you, and… he called me a 'squirrel-lover'."

"That's the strangest insult I've ever heard." She said, almost jokingly.

"It wasn't really an insult to me, Sandy…"

Sandy gave a small smile. "Well, I suppose not… not if it's true."

She looked over at him and noticed he wasn't saying a word. Her heart pounded in her chest and in her ears as she prepared to ask him another question. "I-Is it?"

He nodded slowly, which did nothing but destroy that inner denial she had about him meaning what he had done.

"I like you, Sandy…" he said, avoiding eye contact with her. Finally coming out and saying it after all these years felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders, but now he'd have to deal with her response, which was quickly burdening him.

"I… I've liked you for a very, very long time, Sandy. That's why I… kissed you. I know I was drunk and all over the place, but I… I just couldn't take it any longer. I knew what I was doing but at the same time… I didn't. Oh, I've said that before, haven't I?" he shook his head and scoffed at himself. "I guess sponges just don't make sense nowadays."

"Y'all are makin' plenty of sense, SpongeBob," she said, understandingly.

"I am?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I, uh… ya see, since we're finally talkin' about this, I might as well tell ya that the reason I didn't want ya to do it, was because I was afraid it would make me look at my own feelings towards you."

SpongeBob looked up at her, surprised. "And… did it?"

She stared at him for a moment before replying. "Yes, it did, SpongeBob."

The sponge gulped. "W-What's the verdict?"

A smile slowly crept onto her lips as she rested her hand upon his. "I like you too, SpongeBob. I like ya a lot, and I wanna tell ya that after all my serious thinkin', I… I'm glad ya kissed me. If ya hadn't, gosh, I might've never come out and told ya how I feel."

SpongeBob's face lit up with a bright smile as he turned to face her completely, holding both her hands. "Oh, Sandy... d-do you… really mean that? Do you really like me that way? What about our friendship?"

She nodded. "I surely do, SpongeBob. And listen, just because we like each other, don't mean we can't still be friends too." She smiled, sitting up straight. "We'll always be friends, no matter what happens."

"So… you mean, we can be together and still be friends at the same time?"

"Of course! How do ya think all them old married couples in town have stayed together so long?"

As SpongeBob thought about it, an enthusiastic, warm and comforting feeling washed over him, realizing how true her words were. "They're best friends for life?"

"Exactly," she said, giving a quick nod with a smile.

"Aw, Sandy," he overflowed with tenderness and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "I never thought this day would come," he smiled, shutting his eyes.

She returned his embrace. "To be honest, neither did I. Oh, by the way, SpongeBob?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna wring your neck."

He pulled back to look at her, shocked. "Huh? W-Why?"

"Because I haven't been able to get the ding-dang taste of vanilla out of my mouth!" she shouted while still smiling, letting him know she was just poking fun.

"Dahaha!" he laughed, leaning back in to hug her. "Well, San-day, I can still taste your acorns."

Sandy sighed. "Well, I guess it only makes sense that our lips would be so dang saturated with flavor. Know why?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you are one sloppy kisser."

He pulled back and looked at her again, speechless.

The two then began to roar with laughter, Sandy leaning into him just a little bit too much.

"WHOA!" screamed SpongeBob. The balance between them was lost and they both went tumbling down the hill in each other's arms until they reached the very bottom.

While they both still giggled like crazy, SpongeBob pushed himself up by pressing his hands against something firm, and it wasn't until he opened his eyes that he realized he had landed on top of her.

"Oh, uh, sorry, Sandy," he blushed, sitting up where her belly would be.

Sandy smiled. "It's alright, partner. I'll get ya back for landin' on me."

SpongeBob's giddy smile faded. "Get… me back? But how are you gonna-AHH!"

Suddenly, the tables were turned when she grabbed him by his sides and flipped him onto the ground, attacking his stomach with her gloved fingers.

"DAHAHAHA! OH, SANDY! PLEASE, STOP! DAHAHA!" he laughed uncontrollably as she tickled him.

She wore the brattiest smile on her face, enjoying every minute of what she was doing to the poor kid. "Oh, why would I stop when I'm havin' so much fun?!"

The jellyfish swimming by stopped to watch and pointed their tentacles at them, laughing at them with their buzzing sounds.

He quit laughing for a moment to catch his breath. "Well, your fun won't last much longer, Sandy. You haven't even found the true tickle spot."

Sandy's mind immediately went back to the time she had him strapped to a table in her Treedome and was tickling him to see if he was one of those evil jelly clones.

She was thrilled that she now remembered where that spot exactly was so that she could torture him some more.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks for remindin' me, SpongeBob." She cracked her knuckles.

SpongeBob shook his head. "No, no! Sandy, please, don't-DAHAHAHA! NO! NOT THE TICKLE SPOT! YOU FOUND THE TICKLE SPOT! AHAHA!"

His contagious laughter was finally getting to her, causing her hands to weaken on his stomach.

"A-ha! Got ya!" said SpongeBob, grabbing her hands while her guard was down.

The two panted and stared at each other, SpongeBob slowly letting go of her hands while still laying on the ground. Simultaneously, they smiled.

SpongeBob's smile then turned into innocent confusion when she sucked in a breath and grabbed hold of her helmet.

"Uh, Sandy? Why are you doing taking off your helmet?"

She leaned forward and lowered herself over him, similar to the way he had done while dipping her the night before.

"Sandy?"

Once she got close to his face, he finally figured out what her intentions were. "Oh…" he smirked, then closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

The creatures continued to watch and giggle. The mother jellyfish then placed two tentacles over the faces of her offspring, shielding their vision from the squirrel giving the little sponge a smooch.

Sandy thought she heard funny noises and opened her eyes to look up, while her lips were still covering SpongeBob's.

Just then, a few more jellyfish swam over to peek at the sight. "Buzz, buzz, buzz! (Aww, look over there! A sponge and a rat are kissing!)"

The swarm of jellyfish was startled when the squirrel started throwing rocks at them after she had put her helmet back on. "Get outta here, ya nosy little varmints!"

Just as they swam away, SpongeBob sat up and looked behind him. "Who was that, Sandy?"

She shrugged, waving him off. "Mm, nobody too important. Now, come on. Let's get our butts out of here before we fall down another hill in the dark."

SpongeBob smiled and took her hand, standing up and walking out of the fields with his new girlfriend.

The French narrator sighed happily as he watched them. "Ah, so that is the end of our story, folks. And please, remember to never participate in a beach ice cream contest… or, perhaps you should! After all, it may lead to you expressing your feelings to one of your best friends. Eh, anything is possible under the sea."

A/N: Hooray! So, this was it. I hope you enjoyed this little story (especially you, AtomicFlounder!) Haha. I have a Halloween one-shot coming up, as well as a story I'm writing for a friend. Stay tuned and until next time, see ya!