A/N: Came from a conversation I had with an AMAZING friend of mine, Swift, this is for you! So, I tried to write this in a way that I feel would be (somewhat) in the realm of realistic for the show, so it'll be more fluffy than romantic? Not my best, but I hope someone likes it!

"So, uh, you're probably wondering why I asked you here..." Spongebob tugged at his collar, just to give his chattering fingers something to do. It was warm and comfortable in Jellyfish fields that evening, with the sun heating the water and giving it an orange glow, but Spongebob found it much too hot.

Sandy shrugged, kicking the dirt sheepishly. "Kinda, yeah. I figured you had work tonight or something."

Spongebob looked out towards the expanse of buzzing Jellyfish. Oh, they had it so EASY! "Yeah, I asked for the night off."

Sandy gulped. Now it was serious, Spongebob didn't ask for a night off unless something even more important came up, which was almost never. "Ok, what's up?"

"Well, Sandy, remember when we first met?"

"Yeah."

Ok, first part's over with. Spongebob marched onwards, avoiding her gaze like she would turn him to stone. "Well, you said you thought we could be tighter than bark on a tree, right?"

"Yeah."

Spongebob shuffled his feet against the dewy grass. Now, the hard part. It had taken so many sleepless nights and talks with his closest friends to gather his courage, and now he was here, and he was hyperventilating inside and...and...

"Sandy, I think...I think I kind of, y'know, like you. Like, like-you-like-you."

If Sandy breathed water, half the sea would've been sucked up.

Once Sandy was sure the oxygen in her tank wasn't completely gone, her giddy energy came out in a small smile. "Really?" She was amazed the word came out in one piece, and relieved he couldn't see the way her hands were jittering with excitement in her suit.

Spongebob continued looking down at the ground, mistaking her tone for melancholy disappointment. "Yeah, I mean, it's ok if you don't–"

Sandy took Spongebob's hand in her own, sparking his eyes to light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July "Spongebob, I think I like-you-like-you, too."

"Really?" His voice was childlike; hopeful and playful.

At her giggle, he tried to take on a more 'mature' tone. "Uh, I mean, would you want to do some karate?" Mature, indeed.

Sandy blushed, and in the moment, she wished her helmet was opaque. "I'd like that, Spongebob."

With lots of blushing, sweet glances, and nudges, the official couple made their way through the depths of Jellyfish Fields.

THE END