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A/N: Hi everyone to my first Spongebob fanfic. It's a huge pleasure to announce my opening to my fifth fanfic, 'Like me, Like You'! I hope you enjoy my first chapter and Read and Review!

"Spongebob!"

"Spongebob!"

"Spongebob!"

I quickly get to my feet, looking around the Krusty Krab, dumb-founded. Everyone, except Squidward, who was too indulged into his magazine, looked at me. I just shook my head, not knowing what to do. For the past few days I have been pretty sluggish for the most part. Feeling kinda shy and wanting to be alone.

I was too deep into thought until a man yelled, "Everyone, I think we had enough for today, let's pack it up!" At that moment everyone began moving, picking up things and moving stuff from one place to another, loud voices talking about what they were going to eat for dinner and who likes who and why we should change a few things. Just another day on set…….

My name is Spongebob. My job: I play as my persona, Spongebob Squarepants is a crazy goof-ball. I make episodes for children who just want a little laughter in their lives and I do this because I love it. In Bikini Bottom a lot of random people run up to me saying I'm this and I'm that and can I have a autograph, happens everyday.

As I walk out the building to go to my car, Sandy catches up with me, waving.

"Hey, Spongebob!"

"Hi….Sandy."

"You feeling ok? You seem, distant."

"No, just had a long day."

"Ok. If you need anything, just ask ok?"

"Ok. Bye Sandy."

"Bye."

Sandy walked away as I opened up my boat mobile. I really do need something Sandy…. I really do.

On my way home I always think about the events that occurred during the day. As I tried to think back, it just wouldn't play into my mind, instead I only thought of two things: Sandy and my parents.

My parents, before I went into the television business my parents died. Cat and Jonathon, Spongebob's parents on set aren't really my parents. They always treat me off and on set like I really was their child. I'm really happy for all they do and the way they love me but, it's not the same. My mother and father one day were driving to come pick me up from school early. I had lied to my teacher saying that my stomach was bothering me just so I could get out of a test. Before my parents came within the parking lot, a drunk had ran into them with a truck, crushing them within impact. I had saw the whole thing from the inside of the classroom window. I will always blame myself for that, always. Then I became a foster child. Because I was a sponge and most parents didn't want their grandchild to be some kind of hybrid of a sponge and a fish, I wasn't adopted until I was 15. A man wanted to produce an amazing children's show but needed a child. Then he saw me and told me I was going to be a star, and he didn't disappoint. Soon after I had a lot of family, the cast and crew. Sandy touched my heart the most.

Sandy. She was the sun to my sky. I love her. So much. I used to stay over her house the most until I turned 18, then she began coming to mine. We always had a strond connection. I remember the time when she told me she wasn't even born in Texas, she was a real squirrel but just was able to produce that Texas accent. Everyone told me she loved me like a brother, but I always wanted more. She is beautiful in every way. I love her and one day I plan on proposing to her, I know I will.

I finally arrived at my seaside condo and get out to go towards my home. Gary, who was lucky enough to get a day off today, greeted me at the door and offered to take my coat. I give it to him and go straight to the TV and sit down on my cream colored couch. Gary appears next to me and then in less then two minuets, he's knocked out cold. I casually roll my eyes at his performance then return to the TV, which to my surprise, isn't even on. Instead of looking for the remote I imagine Sandy and I, laying on the soft beach, holding hands, then I take her face (I dreamed her without a helmet) and pull our faces together and our smooth lips touch then as I lick her lips, wanting to go a bit farther my phone rings. I returned back to reality, pissed of course, and pick up the shell phone next to me on the table.

"Hello?" I asked, annoyed.

"Hey, Spongebob." It was Patrick, always wanting to come over and have a beer.

"Hey Pat. What do you need?" I felt pretty stupid asking something that I already knew the answer to.

"Just wanted to know if I could, you know, come over."

"Pat, you know that-"

"Please, me and my girlfriend just had a fight and I need a place and a friend."

Patrick never wanted to own his own place, so he lived with his girlfriend, Cherry (paying for rent). She's a cool girl. Always loved Patrick's sensitivity and compassion. I didn't think that those two could ever get upset at each other. They were a match made in Heaven. But, I guess I was wrong. I felt bad so I said, "Sure you can stay, but only for tonight."

"Thanks pal! I'll be over soon!" Then he hung up.

Damn, why did I say yes? He has money, we get paid. He could've went to a hotel! But, I knew it was too late, so instead of calling back, I went back to my dream, I kissed Sandy before Patrick opened the door and made my Heaven a living Hell.

A/N: Thanks everyone for reading it and I gladly take comments, (no trash please or else I will hunt you down, =P ), and I will try to post up as soon as possible!