CH 1: That Feeling
It was a bright and sunny morning in Adventure Bay. Home to the world's greatest pups, The Paw Patrol. Close to their lookout, the pups played about. With no work to be done today (or at least till Ryder called them) most of the team did their own thing. Skye jumped and flipped on their makeshift trampoline; Rubble took to skateboarding on the concrete path. Rocky and Zuma were washing up Rocky's Forklift. The mixed breed had asked the brown Lab for the help, considering he did not want to get wet himself, Rocky was more then happy to have the water pup manage the hose. Elsewhere on the other side of the lookout, Two pups chased one another. A small but courageous German shepherd pup named Chase, excitedly chased down his silly black spotted friend Marshall.
``Better Run Marshall! I'm right on your tail!'' Chase said
``You'll never catch me!'' The excited dalmatian yelled back
Chase was just inches from the Marshall tail. Determined to get the upper hand on his friend. Marshall panted wildly as he turned his head and looked back at Chase. The Shepherds hyperfocus eyes transfixed on their target. That determination Marshall admired so much...
Little to the Dalmatians thought, The pup was no longer looking directly ahead of where he was going. Both pups had circled around the lookout and Marshall was on a crash course to run right into the hose and water bucket Zuma and Rocky were using currently.
Chase caught wind of the expected outcome really quick ``Marshall! Look out!'' He called out
The fire pup turned his head back forward, but it was just too late. ``Whoa!!!''
Marshall had crashed right into the water bucket, which toppled itself into the air, Landing right back onto Marshall's head.
``Who turned out the lights?!'' Marshall cried out before his front paws snagged on the hose Zuma was using, pulling the hose from the water pup and wrapping wildly around Marshalls legs. Water sprayed and spurted everywhere, eventually soaking Rocky head to tail.
``Ugh!! Yuck! Wet!'' Rocky cried out
Marshall spun around and around before the hose tighten just enough to cause the pup to trip forward and fall on himself. Chase and his companions immediately rushed over.
``Marshall! Are you ok?!'' Chase cried
``That was one heck of a wipeout dude!'' Zuma said
Rubble had managed to lift the bucket off the fire pup head. He looked around and shook his head wildly to get some excess water of himself. ``Sorry! I needed a bath anyway...'' Marshall smiled humorously
``Speak for yourself'' Rocky said, rolling his eyes as he was still visibly soaked
The rest of the pups laughed along
Rubble chuckled ``Aww Marshall, you're such a silly pup''
``Always know what to expect from you'' Skye added
The pups continued laughing, Chase though noticed something with Marshall's demeanor. Sure, the pup was laughing along but his laugh was softer, and his eyes looked away from the others.
After unwrapping Marshall from the hose, the other pups suggested playing some frisbee together. As the other bounced along, Chase walked to next to his friend.
``Hey. Are you ok?'' He asked
Marshall turned his head and smiled back. ``Oh! I'm good really. I've been worse''
Chased laughed but pressed further ``Hahaha but really, Are you sure you're, ok? What the others said earlier, you know they we're just being silly right?''
Marshall smile had faded for just a moment but quickly composed himself ``Oh! Oh yeah! I know...but...''
``But?''
``But.... It's...It's ok! Really'' Marshall beamed back ``Come on! Let's catch up with the rest!'' Racing along to meet the rest.
Chase followed behind but couldn't help but feel that Marshall wasn't exactly being very honest right now. The two have been the closet of friends for some time now, being one of the first two pups handpicked by Ryder to be in the Paw Patrol. With all they've been through, He'd had hope that Marshall could come to him to him about anything.
The Shepherd watched as the dalmatian jumped and hopped after the frisbee being thrown between Rubble and Rocky. Excitedly trying to snatch it, tongue out and panting, tail wagging. Chase smiled at this, He loved seeing how happy and silly his friend can be even after an uncomfortable situation. How he bounced back so quickly. It was something he really did love about his pal...
And there it was... That Feeling again...The police pup stopped in his place and moved his paw to his chest. The feeling which sat there quickly worked its way down to his belly, almost kind of like butterflies in his tummy. Chase had noticed it recently and it had only showed up whenever it had something to do with Marshall. He looked back at his friend, feeling himself blush for some reason.
``Weird...'' he thought. He shook his head a bit and got back to his original thoughts. Whatever was bothering Marshall, He was sure that his pal would open up to him eventually. The pup then ran towards the rest of his friends to join in on the game.
