Spongebob and Patrick.

Meet Spongebob Squarepants, an under-water cheese 'sembling invertebrate. Maybe that could explain his overtly cheesy, awkward and spineless self. He couldn't drive for the sake of the flying dutchman, and absolutely sucked at directions. He seldom cared about anything besides his pet snail Gary and the oh-so-divine krabby patty. Yes, burgers rule!

That, until a glistening star came into his life in the form of Patrick Star. Wonder which rock he was under all along, eh? Then, everything changed.
True, no one can change a person but someone can be a reason for a person to change. Here was that reason.

It all started out as the drift of random sea creatures in a vast Pacific, only for some to stick. And they did. Like they were made out of glue.
Life became about laughing out loud, sometimes for no reason, most times like hyenas, until tummies started to hurt and happy tears began to roll because its true, that you can annoy mean people with extreme happiness.
It was about being awkward together and making the sensible ones seem insane.
It was about singing like crazy frogs, dancing like wild geese, blowing and bursting bubbles to bring it a-round town. 

When Spongebob needed to pretend like he wasn't crying, he knew Patrick would give him the nudge and say "You can tell me what's going on and you know it." which was enough for Spongebob to spill out his wet barnacles.
Whether it was Patrick's occasional yummy treats, his round pillow-y belly or the want for his absolutely magical hugs, Spongebob didn't need a secret language to communicate to Patrick. It was all about being the best bad influence ever.

And no matter how many times it was heard before, Patrick, despite being full centimetres away from the Pineapple house, he was actually there. They could talk all day-all night or appear MIA for weeks together, it wouldn't matter.
Because what does Patrick do when Spongebob is away? Wait for him to come back. And that would make him feel almost as cool as Dumbledore.

In that part of Bikini Bottom, it didn't matter if one was as ugly as a steamed vegetable and proud or as stupid as a sea-grade dummy, had makeup on or wore pajamas, was handsome as Helios or as lonely as a wall flower, knew the Greek alphabet in order or couldn't spell legen-dary. One didn't need to be grown up or understand Jazz, devour into an abyss of music or buckets full of people food. All one needed was a campfire under water, marshmellows or chocolate ice cream and the campfire song song.
Yes, the campfire song song.


When it hurt to look behind, or it was too scary to look ahead, Spongebob knew he could look beside him, where his best friend would be standing. His hand would be held and he would be told to let go of what kills him and hold on to what keeps him breathing. And that gave way to rainbows, butterfly bubbles and underwater jellyfish. That was the ice-ing on the cake.


When Patrick was in the driver's seat or gave Spongebob directions, it didn't matter if he would end up at the wrong place, inevitably a hundred hours later than the right time. Spongebob knew Patrick would find him. And that was how they fell into the water, didn't know how to swim and together drowned in what was truly love.

What does Gary have to say to this? Meow.