Silver Surfer - Chapter one: Dreams and Secrets

Surfing isn't just a sport!

In a way, it's a part of you, whether it's been your passion from a young age, your escape when you just want to be alone or even just because you like the feeling of the water rushing by. Surfing is also seen as an adrenaline rush. Something that would seem complicated at first and gives you a sudden fear, well set your fears aside and take a chance. Surfing shouldn't be pressured. Sure some of your friends do it and when they talk about it, it sounds like a load of fun to you, but if you try it out and it's not for you, don't do something just to fit in. It's like the waves, they won't stop no matter what you do, unless you have the power to control the ocean. They will still flow. The only thing you can control is the way you catch them. No one said you got to be an expert to surf or to know all the skills because sometimes you don't and still you could wind up having the best of time in the water. Surfing can also be a dream, from the first time you start to catch waves. Don't give up! If you believe that one day you can be the best surfer in the world, don't loose your confidence. If you're scared of entering the biggest surf competition with the biggest waves going, then don't be afraid. Surfing isn't about fear, it's to help bring back a sense of bravery.

Some surfers may even put you down, don't let them. Prove to them that you are good and hold your head up high. Be strong no matter what. Weaknesses are allowing the waves to scare you away, take charge and dominate! Even for beginners who are only getting the hang of catching waves. They are already starting to control.

Ever wondered why surfers get up at the crack of dawn to go and catch waves? Why they even quit working and education to surf all day? Ever heard of. 'Home is where the heart is'?

Well to them, their hearts belong at sea, surfing has become a way of their lives. And they're also following their dreams. It's about having that sense of freedom when you feel like chains are pulling you to the ground. Even if you give up for a while, the waves still continue to call you and sometimes you can't resist grabbing your board and running into the sea. If surfing is your passion keep doing it! If surfing is your escape when times are tough, don't give up. And who knows, your dreams about being one of the best surfers in the world, might one day come true.

Surfing isn't just a sport, it's part of who you are, it's almost as if you live in the sea. It's the warm glow of the sun beaming from across the horizon, the soft and wet sensation of the sand at your paws when you stand at the edge of the shoreline, the water washing through your fur around. The slightly cool essence of the wind blowing when you take your first step into the water. It's the way when you're riding the waves, the way it curls making a tunnel-like shape. That indescribable feeling when the sun illuminates, making the water transcend into a glowing turquoise as you ride inside the tunnel, your eyes widen when you see the two colours blended into something so beautiful, then it's the way you catch your breath when you leave the tube, brushing a bead of sweat away from your head from relief. A smile plays on your lips when you look for another wave to catch, then you see a glint of the beaming sun dancing in the water. Surfing isn't just a type of exercise or just some way to get fit. It's something that makes you want to get up in the morning. Not just because you feel you have to. No! It's something that you want. It's something that makes you stay in the cool sea, letting the sweet fragrance of salty water running through your nose, others may not understand why you like it so much, but you do.

Happiness is also what comes from surfing, just by taking a step into the water, a warm, glowing smile appears on your muzzle, you may even give out a joyful cheer or two, trying to remember the last time you ever felt so good other than riding over waves. It gives you unfound feelings, one that's like no other. It's almost like taking an adventure, each wave different from the other. Some are small, others are large. Don't be too cautious with surfing, just take the wave as it goes, don't be too slow or that bumpy break wave goes flat.

Well to me, surfing is my life! It's been that way ever since I was young, still living with my family in Miami. As soon I would get up by one of my siblings pulling my ear and licking my muzzle, I would quickly run towards my window, opening it to feel the sudden rush of the wind. My emeralds orbs would look all around the city, forward down to the beach where I would see the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen and that would be the sea. It was a breath of fresh air to hear the tides hitting the shoreline. I would close my window, running down the stairs, passing one or two or my siblings along the way before running down to the basement, where I would see a quiver of surfboards, some long, some short. I wasn't much of a fussy pup, but I had my type of board I liked. That's when I slowly walked over to a few long ones, most were plain and then the others which were decorated with exquisite patterns and designs. I ran my paw softly down one of my many favorites. This one was orange with a green streak going through. It was the main one I would take to go surfing with. One of my sisters would soon run into the basement, her hyperactive energy would be like an earthquake just hit the house. She would run over to her own surfboard which was light blue, sprinkled all over with pastel pink, going all the way down to the bottom where it separated going into spirals and small flowers. It also had a small 's' carved at the top. It was always me and her who surfed together and sometimes even my older brother, who teases me. Always wanting to be the best, but continuously failed when I would be better. We were not like our others siblings, who saw surfing as just a hobby, a sport. To us it was life!

Running to the beach only took us a second before we jumped into the water, letting it envelop us in a cool embrace. I would dip my paws into the sea, waving it around until a small circle started to form. I still remember the way my sister would drown me when she jumped into the water as well, lying her board down before jumping on top, paddling away from the shoreline. She would smile, directing her eyes towards the breaking waves. A signal she gives when she wanted me to start surfing. Even if I wanted to just coax myself in the sea, I couldn't. The waves were calling me, wanting me to catch them. Just like a butterfly catcher with a net, I was on a hunt.

The feeling I got when I placed my two front paws at the head of the board, lightly moving it out to the sea, while the wind blew over my fur was indescribable. It just felt amazing. It's the only thing that gives me a sense of worth, of belonging. The only thing helps me get through the hard times, the water washing away the tears that roll down my muzzle. The sweet song of the sea singing to me and making my heart beat again when it's breaking. And the memorable feeling when my paws touch the board, directing it through the breaking waves. The sweet sensation when I feel splash after splash of water coming towards me.

And then there's that remarkable part when I ride my first wave, watching it curl into a long tunnel, gorgeous shades of blended blue and green surrounding me each bit, sparkling as if glitter had fallen all over the wave. That feeling when I'm inside, directing my board forward while keeping in synchronized balance. To this day, I still remember my first feeling of being in the 'tunnel'. The way my heart was rapidly pounding against my chest, the way my breath grew heavy as I thought back all the fears that tried to invade my head.

You may call me fearless because it seems like I'm not scared of anything...but it's not true. Every pup has a fear even if it's small, it still fights its way to stop you. Well, my fear is being a failure. I hate feeling like I'm useless and no good at anything. You may think that I'm confindent...sometimes I rather just hide away from the world. It was like that ever since I was young. From the first time I spoke, every member of my family laughed. So I didn't talk much. I was so shy when I was young.

When I found out about surfing for the first time was when I was walking along the beach, my ears faltered down while my eyes were glued to the sand. However, I felt the immense heat from the sun rays, telling me to look up. When I did, my eyes went wide, out in the sea were many people and pups. But they weren't just swimming, the were all on surfboards. I knew about the name, from my parents. You may hear that only Labs are surfing pups. Well call me stereotypical not to mention ironic as I'm a Labrador myself, but it's true. When I looked in the sea I couldn't see any other breed. A small smile crept itself on my muzzle as I saw the way they would move their boards around, paddling further out to sea, eyes directing at the upcoming waves. I could see a sudden bump forming in the water, lifting up - more like curling down forming a breaking wave. I could see the surfers disappear when they somehow rode inside the tunnel, coming out on the other end. They'll cheer in victory, putting their paw high up in the air, before going over to the rip current again. From that day I wanted to know more about it. I knew my mother and father surfed, so they were the first I talked to. I learned so much from them. I remember the smiles when they wanted to buy me a surfboard. I could still imagine barking happily when we went down to the beach with our owner. When I walked into the shop, my eyes went wide. There were so many surfboards I didn't know which one to choose. My siblings decided to come with me that day. My other brother already surfed, but he wanted a new board as his old one broke in two. I had never heard my parents voice so loud before when they scolded him for it. He was more daring them me, especially with surfing he would go over any wave without thinking twice, one day he went around the other side of the beach, one part of Miami no pup is meant to go, a place that has the strongest waves and currents with fatal cliffs and rocks. After getting dared into it by his friends, my older brother went to the forbidden place, not knowing what could happen. When I found out I more worried about him than the fact that he lost his first surfboard which was a family heirloom. So that day he got a new one, black with a deep, crimson, red tribal design. My sister brought one as well, she easily chose her favorite. As for me, I didn't have a clue. I saw many with my favorite color on, but then I saw others which had totally cool patterns on them.

That's when I saw it. As if a spotlight was dawning on the board, all the way down to the tail. It was like I was hypnotized as I stepped closer, placing my paw on one of the long bright green streaks gently piercing the bright orange as it spiked up from the bottom before curling into many fiery swirls that stopped in the middle. I don't know what it was about this one, maybe it was because of the delicate orange which was my favorite color or the streaks of dazzling green which was another I always loved. Or maybe it was the way the two colors matched so well almost as if they were destined to be on that board. From that first glance, that one surfboard became my precious treasure. I took it everywhere I go and always took extreme caution when I caught waves with it. It soon became my whole world also my first fear, losing it.

That's why whenever I went surfing I wanted to always make sure my board doesn't end up breaking in two. However I couldn't help take risks, through every crashing wave, my heart races more and more both from relief, slight intimidation and most of all happiness. Through every lost chance, I carry on. I may be afraid of failing, so I fight it back by not giving up. The last thing I want to do is disappoint. Each time I went surfing, the stronger and braver I got. Soon I didn't care about losing the wave or not making it out the tunnel, instead of falling into the water. It didn't bother me because I still continued to surf not stopping for anything. After all, it was my passion, my life. Even if sometimes I had responsibilities I still make time to do my favorite thing. Surfing just takes all my doubts, fears and worries away. It just gives me a feeling of being in the perfect world, where nothing can bring me down. Whenever a fear comes back, I brush it away by riding inside the tunnel, wiping a bead of sweat away before coming out on the other end. It's almost like being lost, somewhere which I only know about, a feeling of freedom of being...'alive'.

I've only been in two surfing competitions, both when I was still in Miami. After saving my brother's fur from getting his head chewed off, I got challenged to face one of his friends. I easily accepted without thinking twice. I grabbed my board running over to the sea, I could feel my pulse rising as I paddled over the water, keeping my cool when I felt a bumpy break. At that point, I placed both of my front paws at the head of the board dunking it into the water for a split second, before catching my breath once again. I had never surfed without any caution before, it wasn't all about having fun anymore. It was about beating this pup who was messing around with brother. I found a feeling I never felt before when I went over my first wave, moving my board to the left so I could block the other pup from overtaking me. It only made him lose balance, falling completely off his board. I smiled, surfing out of the turquoise tunnel, howling in victory. That day I became a winner. Soon after, I loved the sense of competition, and coming out on top was my favorite thing. That day was also when my brother started to appreciate me more. Even if I was younger than him, I would be his get out of jail free card. He left his group and stopped trying to fit in. Since then he just stayed with me.

That's until I left Miami. Even now where I live, I still surf. I did stop for a bit, getting used to my new home and meeting new pups...but every day I could hear waves of the ocean calling me. I followed my instinct and ran out to sea, my board resting on my back. I took a deep breath before walking forward, feeling a wet sensation running through my paws. A smile twisted onto my lips as I laid my board down, it floated gently above the water. I swam a little bit until I jumped on top, I placed my paws into the water, paddling away from the sandy shore. All the way up to the breaking waves. I gave myself a mental slap for wanting to give up on surfing. I loved it too much to ever let go or in other words, it was like my addiction, my guilty pleasure, my drug. I can't get enough of it. To me surfing isn't just a sport...it's my one true love. The only thing that doesn't reject me, instead it calls me back. If only the ocean was a pup, I would marry it straight away. Any pup would think I'm already married to the ocean, at least it doesn't let me down, run away or ignore me. It forgives my mistakes, it helps me learn from them. It makes me smile again. It's that light that guides me back. It finds me when I'm lost. It takes me to my happy place. Ever since I started surfing, nothing stops me from smiling. To me, surfing is my life. Without it, I don't know where I'll be. It's the only thing that helps me carry on...or at least it used to be the only thing...maybe something gives me a much greater feeling. If only I could find the words to explain what that is.

At least that's what Zuma thought.

A small yawn escaped the Chocolate Lab's lips when his emerald eyes slowly fluttered open, waking him from his sleep. The pup pushed his two front paws forward as he stretched his body before letting out another yawn.

Suddenly his eyes went wide.

"Oh no, I'm going to miss it!" The Lab reached over to the small grey remote by a very large screen. He quickly pressed a button. A light soon began to shine as it showed a picture, a beach with the bright blue sea behind, in front, standing on the shoreline was a young girl holding a black microphone. a smile was on her face which made her look like she was glowing, not to mention the tight body suit that fitted around her body perfectly. A pair of black shades upon her head keeping her long, golden hair in place. The girl's smile grew as she began to speak.

"So how you feeling about your next competition?"

"Like riding a big wave. I'm feeling good, I mean I'm confident I'm going to win again just a couple places, few pups I got to take out then I get to have my beautiful baby again."

"You're talking about the trophy right?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Of couwse Shadow will win, he's the best suwfew out thewe!" Zuma cheered as he sat up in front of the large screen, putting his paw up, tail wagging as he watched a Border Collie who was black mostly, with a white undercoat and a splash of white along his muzzle going up to his nose. Also, he had the most dazzling eyes Zuma had ever seen, and that was a tinted shade of purple, but each time Zuma looked at the pup, his eyes seemed to glow even brighter. Especially when he was talking about surfing. Zuma was pretty much obsessed with the Border Collie. Every time when he's free or not picked for a mission, the Lab runs over to the tv room where he switches the screen on. The screen usually showed the young presenter talking with a bunch of pups who each had surfboards with them, the girl mainly talks to the pups about upcoming surfing competitions. Also get to find out how each surfer was feeling. One pup who was confident as can be had no worries, in fact, every time he wins a competition, he gets more confident.

"You'll see in a couple of weeks I'll be taking my new bright, shiny trophy home." The announcer smiled at the pup, taking a glance at his surfboard.

"And you think this is the board to win Shadow?"

"Of course!" The screen then zoomed in on the Border Collie's board which was a glistening silver with a large gold skull in the center. Zuma's eyes grew wide as they glued to the silver surfboard. He had always found it so fascinating how in every competition, Shadow has a different one. At one time, his board was black with a lightning bolt of white going through, at another, it was plain green with a huge gold 'S' in the center. Zuma dreamed of owning a board like the Border Collie.

"So before we go Shadow, any words to any young surfers out there?" The Border Collie twisted his lips into a wide smirk, before turning it into a small smile, one which fans drooled over. The wind blew over the pup, pulling his fur to one side also making his golden chain, with his name in big letters slightly swinging over his neck.

"Well being a winner takes practice and hard work and a hell lot of riding waves, making sure you get it just right without any screw ups. If you believe surfing is your dream, then keep on doing it, don't give up no matter how hard it gets, just keep on paddling and before you know you're shredding even the biggest waves. Don't get scared either, if you see a wave, just take a deep breath and paddle out! If you don't you'll be taking a swim with the merpups. So be confident and believe you can achieve your goals and then you might even be a winner like me. Keep riding young pups, free the coolness within." Zuma smiled, listening to each of Shadow's words. Wishing one day he could up there with him. The Border Collie had always been Zuma's idol, ultimate role model, some pup who's more than just a pretty face on the big screen. The Border Collie put his paw up, saying 'let's ride' before he got back on his board, jumping into the cold sea. He blew a kiss to the screen, riding away from the shoreline.

A tinted shade of red dusted over the Lab's muzzle as he watched the Border Collie, keeping his cool along the way, emerald eyes locked on the black and white fur blowing in the wind, looking like it was dancing. The Lab was suddenly hypnotized, imagining himself in the sea along with Shadow on his own surfboard, riding the waves as well. Both pups will be smiling as they saw the currents washing by, growing speed from the wind, then they'll start to slowly paddle to get to the rip current, the part of the sea where the waves start flowing in. Zuma imagined his heart pounding loudly as he watched the waves washing by, waiting for the right one. Nothing would matter to the Lab except for crossing that first wave. For a second he stayed on his board until he saw a big wave coming through. Once seen, the Lab would paddle at a fast pace, hoping to keep up enough speed. He would place his paws under the water, creating small strokes as he starts to ride the wave, then at just the right moment, he would jump up onto all fours, placing his two front paws at the edge of his board to direct where he was going. Just as the wave started to create a small tunnel, Zuma would feel his mind go blank, just hearing the sounds of the sea.

'What would it feel like to suwf with Shadow?' The Lab thought to himself as the presenter started talking once again, this time to another pup. Zuma looked up before pressing the remote which shut the screen off. Once pitch black, Zuma's eyes darted towards a small magazine laying by his front paws, it was like his bedtime story. The Lab softly ran his paws on the front cover where a picture of the Border Collie was printed on, a huge wave behind already curled into the tunnel, Shadow was by the end, putting his paw up in the air. Atop the page read 'Surfin PAWS'. Every week Zuma would get this magazine and every time the cover picture would have the newest surfing champion on it. The Lab dreamed of being on the front cover as well. His paw delicately flipped the page, seeing more surfing pups, pictures of surfboards and inspirational quotes. Ones which made the pup want to go back into the sea and surf all day until the sun sets even longer than that - if one of his teammates don't drag him back home. The pup would live in the ocean if he could. He was happy to be in the PAW Patrol, whenever he goes on a mission, the Lab would be surrounded in deep blue, he always loved the many beauties that the ocean had to offer.

The next page the Lab flipped was one that only had surfboards on it. It made Zuma think back to his one, the bright green and orange one that was safely kept in his pup house. The one that he feared of ever getting broken, as time went by he got many others but none like his first. He never really showed it to the other pups, maybe he was too overprotective of the board. Since he lived in the lookout, Zuma never really took his treasured surfboard out of his pup house, now it's just a relic in a shrine. Maybe he just didn't want to risk it since when his other one broke in two.

He didn't even know how it broke in the first place as the pup was just surfing like normal, not far from the bay. The other pups were playing a game of volleyball minus one who stayed at the Lookout on the case of his aquaphobia. Zuma felt lonely without one of his best friends, one which he grew such a strong connection with. At first, the Lab didn't even want to go to the beach, he wanted to stay with his friend, but the other pups had other ideas who dragged the Lab down to the bay. Disappointed, Zuma left the others, running to the sea which he started surfing. Riding over every wave with easy speed and quick balance that stopped him from toppling off the board. He could feel an exquisite rush every time he went through a breaking wave. But yet he couldn't focus, his mind was elsewhere and that was only distracting him, even more, when he found his paws lose their grip, sending the Lab straight into the water.

Once his oxygen returned, Zuma swam all around looking for his surfboard, luckily it was laying above flat water. Zuma shook the water from his chocolate fur, climbing back on the board and dusting his thoughts away, the Lab started paddling once again, this time, keeping his eyes glued to the water and the bumps forming. He placed two paws at the head of the board, pushing himself underwater for a second before paddling back out, soft strokes soon went too fast as the Lab saw another wave one that he was going to catch. The next thing he could feel was the wave lifting him as it began to curl into a tunnel-like shape, coaxing Zuma inside. He didn't have time to watch the pretty shades of blue and green transcended from the sun rays. Instead, he quickly jumped up onto all four paws, directing the board with his two front ones. Almost at the end, Zuma created a small s swirl as he felt the water move him. Eyes still directed at the wave. Then suddenly he heard a name being called out.

'Rocky, you came.'

At that point, emeralds eyes tore away from the wave, instead, looking towards the sandy beach where he gazed deeply at a small pup with glowing grey fur that looked silver in the sunlight and golden eyes that transcended into a light orange similar to the radiant sunset across the horizon. Zuma was captivated by the Mixed breed that he completely forgot he was surfing. A small smile played on his lips also a small blush started forming. Zuma put his paw up about to call out the grey pup's name until an unexpected flood of water surrounded him, he felt his only source of balance give away as the Lab was wiped out, falling straight into ocean blue. As he struggled to breathe, the waves overcame and took his board for the ride. The impact of the colossal whitewater was enough to snap the perfectly decorated auburn pastel surfboard and somehow undoing the black strap from Zuma's back paw. Making the Lab dive deeper into the sea, until instinct kicked in as he desperately pushed his paws forward, once again swimming up for air, when his eyes scowled for the board, he suddenly saw two pieces coming towards him. Zuma allowed a small whine escape enough for the other pups to hear. They immediately stopped playing and ran over to the sea.

Zuma growled when he reached the shore, angry up to the point where he was seeing red, the Lab forcefully threw the broken surfboard to the other side of the sand. All the pups looked confused as they looked at Zuma's expression which was a mix of disappointment, anger and flustered when a darker blush appeared across his muzzle, even more, when Chase ran over to him, asking Zuma what happened. The Lab lowered his head in embarrassment before gazing once again at the light grey pup who soon approached him, placing a paw on his muzzle.

Zuma tore his eyes from the magazine when his paw gently touched the side of his muzzle, he closed his eyes, emerald greens disappearing. Zuma could still imagine the feeling of Rocky's paw as he ran down the side, cupping it with his soft pads, making sure to keep his claws away. Zuma could never forget the everlasting softness placed against his fur. The Mixed breed had the softest paws going with extra fur, it was like being on a fluffy cloud. A small smile played on the Lab's lips when he remembered the smile that Rocky wore, a mix between happiness and concern. At that point, the Mixed breed didn't even care about the wet chocolate fur which he was touching. All he wanted was to know his friend was fine. Zuma would've thought that Rocky's muzzle copied his as it too dusted with a light shade of red.

"Oh Wocky, I wished it was just you and me at the bay that day." The Lab got so lost in his fantasy that he didn't even see two pups walk towards him, a pair of tan paws unexpectedly covering his eyes, snapping him out of his daydream of the gorgeous Mixed breed.

"Hey Zuma, guess who?" A lovely shade of red dusted his muzzle before his lips parted, letting out a frustrated growl.

"Cut it out Chase, I know it's you, dude." The Shepherd smirked, looking towards the Dally before removing his paws.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing." 'Maybe it's the fact that you stopped my pewfect daydweam of Wocky!' The Lab thought, emeralds eyes now looking in amber.

"So what are you doing in here?" Zuma huffed, turning back to the small book underneath his paws. "What's that?" Before the Lab could respond, Chase pulled the mag away, amber eyes now blinking in confusion.

"If you must know, it's a magazine all about suwfing, it's weally cool and I get it evewy week." The Shepherd smirked once again, passing the mag over to the Dally.

"I never noticed this before?" Zuma blinked, before snatching the magazine away from Marshall.

"I stawted getting it ages ago-"

"Surfing sounds so cool." Both the Lab and the Dally turned to face the Shepherd who cheered, putting his paw up.

"What is with you and surfing?" Marshall said, placing a paw on the side of the Shepherd's muzzle.

"Don't know, guess I really like it." At this point, the Lab showed a small grin.

"Oh weally, dude have you evew suwfed?" Chase shook his head.

"No, but when I see you do it, it looks so fun!" Zuma nodded in response. "Although you haven't done it in long, though?"

"Just haven't been bothewed."

"Last time I recall, it was when your board snapped in two and that was like-"

"Chase, Zuma surfs nearly every day," Marshall whispered, blushing a little when he realized his paw was still on the side of the Shepherd's muzzle.

"So how come I've never noticed?" Both Marshall and Zuma deadpanned.

"Dude, you'we always too busy with wescues. Besides not being needed all the time has its pewks as I can just suwf all day and night." Marshall let out a little giggle when Chase showed a little pout.

"That's not fair," Chase stopped pouting when he felt another soft sensation on his muzzle. "What is with pups and touching me today?" Zuma just shrugged his shoulders while Marshall raised an eyebrow.

"Life weally sucks fow you Chase." The Shepherd growled, placing a paw on the top of Zuma's head to mess up his fur. "Hey!"

"You ever going to do something other than stay in the Lookout and watch tv all day?" Zuma lowered his head, before picking up his magazine, purposely slapping Chase across the muzzle. "Ouch!"

"Sowwy dude," Chase growled, meeting eyes with his rival. Marshall watched as the two stared daggers at each other as if they were trying to break the shine, both in amber and emerald. Before the two can start fighting for dominance, the Dally jumped in front of the Shepherd, pulling the pup away. "Does Mawshall always fight youw battles, Chase?" Zuma teased, saying the Shepherd's name with a sort of taunting flair.

"No, he just made me realize that arguing with you is pointless." Marshall looked surprised, he didn't think that at all. Zuma huffed, lying down once again. "Anyway, I'm going outside because unlike you vampires, I like the sunlight." The next thing you could hear was a growl before Chase left the Chocolate Lab, walking away with Marshall following behind, although halfway Chase stopped walking, facing the Lab once more. "Hey Zuma, how about we have a race, later on, a little payback?" The Lab smirked, shiny white canines coming out a hiding as the sun gleamed down on them.

"You'we so on Chase, but I don't get how it'll be payback as I'll be beating you twice?" Chase rolled his eyes, ambers that spoke 'we'll see' before walking once again.

"Why do you tease him like that?" Marshall questioned, approaching the exit.

"Don't know, kind of a habit. After all, I love seeing the reaction on Zuma's muzzle. It's priceless and he didn't even thank me." Marshall raised an eyebrow, now walking in front of the Shepherd.

"Thank you for what?"

"The surfing compliment." The Dally rolled his eyes. "I don't mean it, it's just so funny!" Marshall nodded, taking a step closer until he could feel soft tan fur against his muzzle as he nuzzled Chase.

"I remember when you used to tease me like that..." Marshall felt his muzzle heat up when Chase softly placed his paw against the side, gently cupping it.

"I still do. But we were never rivals, it was more...friendly. Even if it made you so red like your fire truck." All the blood rushed to the Dally's muzzle at that point. "I always found it cute when you blush." Marshall's dazzling blue eyes instantly looked up, getting lost in shimmering amber. The two pups inched closer as their muzzles touched.

"It's so rare to hear you say things like this?" Chase started caressing small circles along the Dally's muzzle to which he leaned into, nuzzling the soft pads.

"I guess since we became mates. It doesn't really matter anymore." A light strip stained Chase's muzzle when he felt a pair of spotted paws wrap around his neck.

"But yet you still want to keep us a secret?" Instead of speaking the Shepherd leaned closer again, gently licking across Marshall's lips.

"It's not like I'm afraid, it's just...I can't find the words." Marshall raised another eyebrow, laying a slow lick down the side of Chase's muzzle, using his tongue to travel until he reached the soft fur along the Shepherd's neck.

"Chase, we've been together for nearly a month. Don't you think we should tell the others?" No words came out of the Shepherd's mouth only a sharp gasp when slight sharp canines bit gently at the crook of his neck, just above his leather black collar. "Chase?" No response instead another sharp gasp. Marshall planted a small kiss before lifting up his muzzle.

"W-why did you stop?"

"Because you're not listening to me." Marshall's ears fell slightly back as he let out a sudden sigh. Chase wrapped his paws around the Dally, pulling him in close to his chest, warm soft tan fur surrounding the Dally's muzzle.

"I'm sorry...I'm just not ready yet." Marshall's annoyance softened a bit as he heard the slight bashfulness in Chase's voice. The Dally pulled away a little from the embrace.

"Are you scared they won't accept us?" Chase blinked, eye directing back at the Lookout.

"That doesn't scare me. I haven't a doubt they won't. Besides, all the pups support us all the time, this wouldn't change a thing." A moment of silence went by as the two pups embraced once more. Until Marshall pulled away, cupping the side of Chase's muzzle again.

"Do I have to look behind my back before I kiss you?" Chase blushed, never taking his eyes away from the Dally's.

"Not this time." Marshall smiled, bringing Chase's muzzle down as he planted a light kiss on his lips. Chase instantly accepted wrapping his lips around the Dally, making their kiss more passionate. Chase took the lead, moving his tongue gently to the center of Marshall's mouth, licking along his canines. Marshall's lips twisted into a more loving smile when he finally let Chase have access. The Shepherd started exploring every outer reach of the Dally's mouth, while both pairs of lips moved in synchronization.

When Chase stopped teasing his mate and connected his tongue with Marshall, letting them go into a dance of passion. The Dally let out a small moan, hooking his paws around the Shepherd's neck, while one started running up and down Chase's back. This only made the Shepherd allow a small aroused growl to escape before pushing his paws to Marshall's chest suddenly interrupting their intimate moment.

"Chase..."

"I'm sorry...we just can't - not here."

"Oh yeah, don't want to risk any pup finding out."

The two pups suddenly spun around, both with flushed muzzles looking down at a light grey pup with an orange collar.

"Oh my tail, Rocky you scared the hell out of us!" The Mixed breed giggled, walking towards his two friends.

"You still keeping it a secret then?"

"Yep," Chase said while Marshall lowered his head.

"Surprised none of the others figured it out yet?" The Dally and the Shepherd's eyes met again as they cocked their heads to the side.

"Maybe because we're so good at keeping secrets." Chase wrapped a paw around Marshall who just had his across his muzzle.

"Might want to watch where you show your love?" Chase nodded, raising an eyebrow at the Mixed breed.

"Hey, Rocky, weird I haven't seen you with Zuma lately? You two okay?" At the mention of the Lab, the Mixed breed blushed, lowering his head down, eyes directing away from the other two.

"W-we just...haven't been talking much lately." Rocky felt his muzzle growing hotter when flashbacks ran through his mind.

"Why's that?" Even if Rocky had the words to explain, he couldn't. No matter what, the Mixed breed refused to tell any pup what happened between him and Lab to stop them from both communicating to each other.

"N-no r-reason." Chase didn't look convinced, he thought about mentioning that the Lab's in the Lookout so he could get rid of the Mixed breed, but Rocky was already walking to the entrance.

"Where are you going?" Marshall asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Been a bit bored today with no rescues, so I've decided to invent something but I need more tools from my pup pack."

"Isn't anything for Zuma is it?" Rocky's muzzle turned fire hydrant red. From just hearing the Chocolate Lab's name, the Mixed breed is flustered and lost for words.

"N-no." Rocky whispered, before disappearing into the Lookout."

"Shouldn't we tell him that Zuma's in there?" Chase turned to his mate, showing a wide smirk.

"Might as well let them have eye contact as least so they can realize how much they miss each other."

"Why don't you ask Zuma what happened?" Chase shrugged his shoulders, walking towards his pup house.

"The pup won't tell me, even if I pin him down, he keeps his muzzle shut. Whatever happened must have been deep for those two to be like that. After all Zuma and Rocky are best friends if you don't count Skye, Rocky's always with Zuma." Marshall nodded in response, sitting up when the pup reached the blue pup house.

"Do you think that Rocky likes him? I mean every time we mention Zuma, Rocky looks like he has a fever with how red his muzzle is?" Chase reached a paw to his muzzle.

"Probably...for all we know. Zuma likes him too?" Marshall smiled at the thought.

"Those two would look cute together." Chase smiled back, closing the gap between him and his mate as he planted a passionate kiss on Marshall's lips.

"Just like me and you." Marshall pressed his lips to Chase's again, reaching his paw to the button by the door which the Dally didn't realize he was standing right in front of. He soon found himself falling to his back with Chase lying on top, the two broke the kiss, catching their breath. Chase leaned down once again, trailing a sensual lick across Marshall's lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." The next thing heard was a click from both their collars as they left their necks and then a noise coming from the pup house as Chase pressed a button down, closing the door.

When Rocky walked into the Lookout, his eyes met with a familiar set of emerald when he walked towards the elevator, taking a glance at the Chocolate Lab sitting up. Zuma's ears perked up, hoping that he could hear the sweet voice of the Mixed breed. The two got lost for a moment, eyes locked in a deep gaze, paws fighting to move closer. Just as Zuma decided to call Rocky, the Mixed breed broke the trance, walking into the elevator where he disappeared from the Lab's view.

Zuma sighed, falling onto his back before looking up at the ceiling, his paw placed against his heart as he felt a slight break. His paw soon ran up until it reached his lips, softly running across them.

'Why won't you talk to me Wocky?' That was Zuma's last thought before his eyes slowly closed.

Both pups stepped into the elevator. No words were spoken only two pairs of eyes that gazed deeply into each other. Both Zuma and Rocky could feel their muzzles heat up as words flooded their minds, but refused to come out. Zuma could feel the wanting movement of his paws wanting to get closer to the Mixed breed, to feel the softness of his fur or to hear his voice once more. Rocky too was starting to miss the sweet sounds of the Lab speaking. Still, the two didn't talk but just stare at each other. It only became awkward when they realized the lift wasn't going anywhere.

Zuma and Rocky both snapped out of their daze as they ran over to the button, their blushes heating up more when their paws lightly brushed against one another. The Lab and the Mixed breed both stole a glance before looking at the glass walls instead. Zuma smiled when he felt the sudden softness and warm fur brushing against his own. Rocky could only look down when he stepped closer to the Lab.

'Oh, how I've missed this feeling.' Zuma closed his eyes, reaching his paw forward until it brushed along one of Rocky's. Expecting the Mixed breed to move away, Zuma was about to move his paw back when he suddenly felt another grab it. 'What is it about us, that makes it so easy fow me and Wocky to communicate by not using wowds...yet when we'we talking...it's so complicated?' Zuma had yet to find that answer.

For a second the two gazed, gold met emerald. This time both pups turned around, facing each other.

'Before it was easy, but now I can't even look at Zuma anymore.' Rocky thought, lowering his head down, still holding the Lab's paw, almost as if he never wanted to let go.

Zuma took the risk, moving an inch closer to Rocky. Their muzzles inches apart. Zuma reached a paw underneath the Mixed breed's muzzle lifting it up so their eyes can meet again.

'So beautiful...I wish...I could just twy this again?' Zuma's paw ran up to the side of Rocky's muzzle which he started softly caressing. The Mixed breed leaned into the touch, letting out a small moan of delight. Zuma smiled, moving another inch.

The two didn't even realize how close they suddenly were. Zuma and Rocky's muzzles were now in contact with each other, emerald and gold suddenly disappearing as the Lab and Mixed breed closed their eyes. Zuma gasped when he felt a pair of paws hook around his neck. Rocky gulped, before rubbing his nose affectionately over Zuma's. The Lab responded with a slow lick down the side of the Mixed breed's muzzle. The two opened their eyes again, a look of 'want' running through their minds. Zuma's lips were a second away from touching Rocky's. The Lab bit his bottom lip when he felt the Mixed breed's hot breath hovering against his own. The feeling of it was intoxicating to the Lab, like his addition. He wanted to taste it.

'What would he do...if I...was to-' Zuma's thoughts were stopped by a sudden sound coming from above. The sudden music snapped the both pups away from their trance as they pulled away, instantly missing the other's embrace. Zuma immediately got lost again, when he saw Rocky biting his lip with his muzzle flushed scarlet.

The Lab suddenly lost his patience as he ran over to the Mixed breed tackling him down. Rocky could only blush more when he felt Zuma's fur come in close contact with his as the Lab laid on top of him. Zuma's could feel the rapid speed of his heart when it started racing. Seeing the look of shock and slight fear on Rocky's muzzle he pulled away. Until a paw pulled on his navy blue collar pulling him down. Zuma was already a mix of emotions and confusion, he didn't have a clue what was happening although all he could do was melt when he felt a pair of lips press gently against his. Zuma responded quickly, immediately kissing back almost as if this was his missing sensation. The Lab grabbed hold of Rocky's collar, undoing it in seconds before running his paws down the Mixed breed's fur, making a small moan escape Rocky's muffled lips. Their kiss soon went deeper as tongues came out to play, softly caressing the other and coaxing them both in warm, wet saliva. The Lab let out his own moan when he felt the Mixed breed's paw travel down his back, running along his tail before lightly pinching it. Almost immediately Zuma pulled away from the kiss, moaning in pleasure. He didn't care anymore if he and the Mixed breed wasn't talking, he just needed this moment and wished it'll never end. Zuma was so lost that he forgot he was still in the elevator, still on the ground floor. The two were so distracted that they never pressed the button. Zuma could only moan even more, slightly louder when he felt a pair of lips softly start to kiss along his neck, lifting his blue collar over his head, throwing it towards the corner of the elevator. The sudden movement made the Lab straddle him. Zuma couldn't take any more as he closed his eyes in pleasure, letting the Mixed breed's name slip from his lips.

"Wocky..." The Mixed breed smirked, now nibbling and licking against the chocolate colored fur.

"Zuma...I love you." The Lab continued moaning, unable to speak as he threw his head back in pleasure, chocolate ears falling behind him while Rocky laid slow, sensual licks along his neck, nibbling a bit when he reached Zuma's collarbone. The Lab could feel his shaft slip from his cover up when his felt the Mixed breed's own one touch his. Zuma felt himself instantly thrust against the Mixed breed, making Rocky's canines pierce sharply into the Chocolate Lab's neck. The Mixed breed was just about to pull away when Zuma brought him back.

"Wocky...please...mawk me? You don't know how much I want to be youws." Rocky had never blushed so much in his life. He could tell from the moans and Zuma's slightly erotic voice, he was aroused. Without realizing it, Rocky's canines made contact with Zuma's neck again, piercing deep into his fur, digging into the skin underneath. Zuma's own canines made contact with Rocky's floppy ear as he started playing around with it to stop him from screaming the Mixed breed's name right now. Rocky soon noticed, pulling away leaving a faint mark to look up at the Lab.

"Why...why did you, s-stop?"

"Because I need to know how much you're enjoying it." Zuma pulled away from the grey ear, giving Rocky an even more flushed expression.

"Wocky, I can't...the othews will heaw me." The Lab threw his head back in pleasure again when he felt soft lips gently attack his neck.

"You're so pretty, Zuma." The Lab smiled, he only ever heard Rocky speak in a shy voice, but for once he heard the Mixed breed speak with confidence. "You're so cute too...the cutest thing about you is your voice and it would be music to my ears if I could hear it while I mark you. No words required, just sounds?" Before Zuma could respond, a pair of lips captured his words, stopping them from escaping. Zuma kissed back with as much passion as he could give, wondering why the Mixed breed was acting like such a dominant right now. If Zuma was ever to be Rocky's mate. The Lab would submit to the Mixed breed straight away.

Zuma suddenly pulled away, looking deep into gold hues.

"Wocky...I think I...love you." The Mixed breed smiled, cupping the side of Zuma's muzzle.

"I've always loved you too, Zuma. Ever since our eyes first made contact. How could I not fall in love with you...Zuma everything about you is just wow. Your fur, your voice, your eyes, your sweet personality and oh your smile which lights up my whole world. Zuma, you are the perfect pup and I would love it for you to be mine?" The Lab was unable to speak again instead he moaned when he felt Rocky's canines dig into his neck again. This time the Lab didn't hold back as he let out a howl of extasy, pain and pleasure mixed. From the rough yet passionate sensation two parallel marks started to form, turning Zuma's chocolate fur into a dark crimson red. The Mixed breed's lips curled into a smile as he continued biting. He pulled away to say something.

"Say you love me again Zuma?" The Lab wasted no time.

"I love you."

"Say my name with it." The Lab felt his heart race, his body temperature rising as he thrust against the Mixed breed again, even more, when Rocky ran his paw down Zuma's torso, teasing the Lab into submission before wrapping his paw around his goal. The sudden contact made another howl escape Zuma's lips as he buried his muzzle in the crook of Rocky's neck. "Your scent is so intoxicating." Zuma felt Rocky inhale his scent, licking over his neck again as if to calm the stinging sensation from the mating mark.

"W-Wocky..."

"Say it Zuma?" The Lab could feel his voice raspy as arousal took over his body by the simple stroke of a paw against his shaft.

"Ah...Wocky I love you...I love you so much!" The Lab was rewarded with a kiss on the lips, he eagerly kissed back, inviting his tongue to the Mixed breed's own.

"Zuma..."

"Wocky...I nevew want to stop talking to you again! I'm so sowwy about before-" Rocky shushed Zuma with another kiss, more passionate than the last.

"Forget about the past...let's just live in the moment." The Lab couldn't agree more as he kissed the Mixed breed again, pulling the grey pup into another embrace.

"Oh, Wocky."

"Zuma."

"Zuma?"

"Wocky, I wish to stay in this moment fowevew."

"ZUMA?!"

Emerald eyes suddenly shot open when Zuma felt something heavy hit across his nose.

"Huh, what?!" The Lab jumped, vision slowly coming back as he tried to make out the pup screaming his name in frustration.

"For paws sake, Zuma wake the bark up?!"

At that point, the Lab's eyes fully opened as he stared down at the growling light cream and gamboge Cockapoo holding a magazine in her canines before dropping it to the floor.

"Oh good, you're up. So now I don't have to slap you for the second time." The Lab blinked, reaching his paws forward to stretch.

"Dude, what do you want-"

"What the bark was you dreaming about?!" The Lab threw his paws to his ears.

"Why have you got to be so loud Skye?" The Cockapoo smirked.

"You seemed to be loud in your dream. Especially the pup you're screaming out I love you too." All the blood rushed to Zuma's muzzle as images flooded his mind.

'It was all a dweam?' The Lab thought, reaching a paw to his lips. 'So why does it feel so weal? Maybe because I want Wocky to talk to me so bad, I can help but fantasize about him...even in my dweams...still, I wish it could be weal.'

"Hello, earth to Zuma. You still sleeping over there?!" The Cockapoo could only tilt her head in confusion as she looked at her dazed best friend who was drooling. "What the bark is wrong with you today?" No response. Skye growled, picking up the magazine before slapping it. Hard. Against Zuma's muzzle, knocking the pup unconscious for a few seconds. "Oh no, are you okay Zuma?" Skye ran over to the Lab, about to perform CPR until a set of emerald greens shot open.

"Oh, fow paws sake, it was a dweam?!" Skye slapped a paw to her muzzle, completely confused by now.

"Yeah and I can guess who you were dreaming about?" Zuma felt his muzzle grow hot. He wished he was sleeping in his pup house instead so he wouldn't be disturbed, but then why did Skye call him?"

"Skye, why awe you hewe?" The Cockapoo placed a paw to her head.

"Hmm...well I was playing pup, pup boogie with Rubble for a bit until he got hungry and went to raid the treats cabinets, so I went to find the others but for some reason Chase and Marshall are nowhere to be seen and then I saw Rocky walking out of the lookout carrying a box of tools, not even bothering to question it, I went to find you. But you were asleep, moaning some pup's name and drooling. I didn't know what the bark was going on and I was getting bored so I slapped you. Now you're awake I have to know. What were you dreaming about?! I mean it was about Rocky, but for paw's sake, it didn't sound like any ordinary dream and the way you were saying his name sounding like you were...well I'm not even going to say. You're still crazy about him then?" The Lab didn't know what to say or which question to respond to first before time runs out and Skye hits him again. Zuma risked it anyway.

"Look fiwst thing, Wubble must of been weally bowed with you to get hungwy and then I don't know whewe Chase and Mawshall awe but I was talking to them befowe I fell asleep and as fow Wocky...well you know how it is with me and him...so I guess dweaming's the closest thing to him now." Skye rolled her eyes.

"Remind me why you won't tell me why you and Rocky aren't talking and the dream, wow it must have been that good to make you moan his name like that?!" Zuma lowered his head, blushing from embarrassment. "Do you love him?"

"What's with all the questions today?!" Skye put her paw up.

"Just answer them surf boy?" Zuma growled, whenever Skye called him that. Sure he's a male and loves surfing, but the way she says it sounds to flirtatious - even for her.

"Ugh...fine! Fiwst of all no I will not wemind you. Me and Wocky awe just not talking, nothing mowe than that! The dweam was good and it was about to get even bettew until you go slapping me with my magazine which is not a toy and if one page wips I'm going to make you think you'we living in a dweam!" Skye shrugged her shoulders, walking closer to the Lab.

"You forgot one Zuma." The Lab pushed the Cockapoo away when he felt her hot breath hovering against his ear as she whispered lustfully.

"Don't you have othew pups to fliwt with, why always me? And fow youw imfowmation what I feel fow Wocky is only fow me to know." Skye smirked once again, running her paw down the Lab's chest.

"Oh come on Zuma, I'm just playing." The Lab growled once more, removing Skye's paw from his fur.

"Don't cawe Skye, don't touch me."

"Ugh, you are no fun. Anyway, you don't have to tell me how you feel about Rocky I already know. 'Oh I love you Wocky, I love you'- "

"Skye, shut up. I do not."

"Sure you don't Zuma. I know the real reason why your surfboard broke that day because you got distracted when Rocky came to the bay, you were practically eye mating him!" Skye instantly started laughing while Zuma continued growling, a red blush forming across his muzzle. "Aww Zuma, I'm sure Rocky l-loves you back." Any second now and Zuma's going to be kicked out of the PAW Patrol for killing his teammate. "That dream must have been your best one yet, where was this one set?" Zuma huffed in defeat.

"The...elevatow."

"The elevator?!" The once silent room filled with immense giggles and growls.

'This pup's gone bawking mad!'

"Ugh...can we just move on fwom the whole me and Wocky dweam now?!" The Cockapoo wiped a tear away, still letting out little giggles.

"W-want to go to the bay for a bit, I took a look and they're some pretty good swells out today?" Zuma's eyes grew wide. He hadn't heard Skye talk like that in long.

"This time you actually going to suwf with me and ow just sit at the showe and look at my fuw the whole day?" The Cockapoo grinned, with a sway she turned around, cupping Zuma's muzzle with her tail. Before whispering in his ear.

"That depends...if you want me in the water with you that bad, I think it won't be that hard to get me wet." Zuma blushed, his heart raced as he felt Skye's tongue lay a quick strike down the side of his muzzle in a teasing manner. "Mmm, chocolate. My favorite piece of candy..." Skye knew what was coming before Zuma could push her away, she quickly wrapped both her paws around his neck. He looked down.

"You'we weally that bowed awen't you?" Skye's grin turned more into a wicked smile.

"Not really...you always find a way to entertain me, Zuma..." The Lab looked up and wished some pup would take her away from him by now. He gave up, he said not today, but she doesn't quit.

"You want to see me suwf Skye?" The Cockapoo instantly nodded her head in response, tail wagging happily. Zuma rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine we can go to the bay."

"Yay!" Skye bounced happily, giving her best friend a little squeeze.

"Okay dude, you can let me go now so I get my suwfboawd?" Skye's eyes met with Zuma's.

"But you left yours with Rocky because his pup house is so freaking big!"

"Fow paws sake, weally?"

"Yep, only one you have with you is your precious orange and green one which has you and Rocky's colors." Orange and green? How did Zuma not realize that?

"No bawking way! That one stays in my pup house." Skye deadpanned.

"You ever going to ride it?"

"Maybe one day, but fow now it stays in the bag." Skye once again deadpanned.

'If this is what he's like with his surfboard, I really like to see what he's like with a mate? Oh wait he's kind of the same with Rocky so I already got my answer, now to play the waiting game until those two finally decide to talk again...ugh being a best friend is hard work, especially when I'm helping Zuma. That pup is so barking complicated, I can't even catch a break, let alone a wave.'

"Why don't you suwf anymowe Skye ow evew told the pups you did?" The Cockapoo grinned once again.

"Aww, do you want me to surf with you-"

"That's not what I meant!" Skye giggled, her favorite times is when she annoys Zuma.

"Guess I don't know. Maybe when I found out my passion for flying, I didn't really feel the need to surf anymore. I mean I started to find peace and calmness but now I have flying for that...telling the others I kind of feel embarrassed about - well except for you, it's easy to tell you things. As always surfing is your dream Zuma, it's also your future. Even being a member of the PAW Patrol won't stop you! It's like you're married to the barking sea! You and the deep blue all the time. Forget Rocky, the ocean's your mate." Zuma could've sworn he died at that point.

"Dude what can I say, I just love suwfing. It's my life!" Skye knew all about that.

"I guess it's been so long, what about if I'm not even good as I used to be or completely get wiped out! Besides, I don't even know where I put my board. I think I'll sit this one out and just watch you instead, after all, you're the pup who dreams of being the best surfer in the world and being on the cover of Surfin' PAWS." Zuma couldn't agree more. "You know when you think of it, if you and Rocky ever got together it'll be so funny, the surfing champ with the PAW Patrol's recycle pup, has a nice ring don't you think?" If Zuma wasn't so lost thinking about the Mixed breed and the dream he had again, he would've slapped Skye for making a joke like that.

"Cut it out Skye, do you want to go to the bay ow not?" The Cockapoo nodded, wagging her tail again. "So go gwab my boawd off Wocky and we can go?" The Cockapoo raised an eyebrow.

"No, no. Come on Zuma, nearly two months and not a word said between you and Rocky, like just tell him how you feel and it'll be all okay."

"No dude, it won't. Come on just go?" Skye shook her head, long shaggy ears slapping Zuma across the muzzle repeatedly as they flew left and right. "Dude, youw eaws?!"

"What about them? My ears are perfectly fine, now go to that green pup house and grab your barking surfboard because I'm so bored and if I don't get entertained anytime soon, you'll be seeing me the whole day-"

"Oh my tail, I'll leave the team. And I'm not youw clown Skye. Please?" The Cockapoo raised another eyebrow before smirking again.

"Okay, but you have to do something for me?" Zuma nodded in response a little too soon. Skye's smirk grew as she closed the gap between her and Zuma. The Lab blinked, pushing her away until she wrapped her paws around his neck again, this time she moved in closer.

"D-dude, what awe you doing?"

"My favor, if you want me to ask Rocky, I need a favor from you?" Zuma gulped, afraid what it might be as he saw his crazy best friend inch closer. "As I wanted to know what one feels like and you're the closest pup I know, I thought you'll be my first." Zuma felt his muzzle grow hot as Skye's muzzle touched his own.

"S-Skye, w-"

"Don't worry Zuma, this will be quick." The Lab felt himself tense up.

"W-what will be quick? Skye what the bawk, no way awe we doing this!" The Cockapoo hung her head in defeat.

'So close as well.'

"I'm never going to know what a kiss feels like as no pup will do it to me." Zuma deadpanned, looking at the pup crying on the floor.

"Sowwy Skye, but that pup won't be me."

"Well, then no favor, no board," Zuma growled, wondering how his life got to this?

"What about if you just kiss me on my muzzle?" Skye turned her head.

"It won't be the same, I feel like such a kiss virgin." Zuma raised an eyebrow.

"You awe a kiss viwgin."

"So are you, so why don't we be each other's first?" The Lab backed away when Skye's muzzle came within inches from his again.

"Dude, I told you...I want only one pup to be my - ewm...fiwst and that pup is-"

"Rocky. If you love him so much, then go ask him. Just knock on his pup house, and ask him or just burst in grab one of your many surfboards and walk out and don't you dare get lost in his oh so enticing eyes again up to the point where you're about to jump on top of him." Zuma blushed as more images of the dream came back.

There was no other way around this and as he's never going to let his best friend kiss him, Zuma was forced to confront the Mixed breed himself. All for a surfboard.

"Again, how did my life get to this?" The Lab asked himself, walking with the bouncing Cockapoo outside the lookout, a scarlet blush across his muzzle and a racing heart beat didn't help either.

"Okay let's just get this othew with." The Lab whispered, paw hovering over the green pup house.

A/n: Originally this was going to be a prelude, but I decided to make it into a chapter instead. For some reason, this one took me a lot of time to write, maybe because I was so busy, wondering how I'm going to write a story all about surfing which I'm sure I already messed up with.

Thought I'd put a few cute scenes before the drama starts.

Hope you enjoyed and if you liked it, I would love to hear what you think because reviews make me so happy.

This week is the end of half term so I go back to college in a two days which means I won't be updating for a bit.

I like to thank my number one reader 2starryeyes for the beautiful cover art she made me for this story. Now back to writing (what has become of my life)

See ya'll later dudes :D