what would we do without each other? ~[paw patrol]~

3 - [Getting Ready]

Note: if you recognise it, yes that's kanade's room. I'm basing Zuma loosely off them, so don't mind me. Anyways, this is a long chapter so buckle in your seatbelts and get ready for a wild ride!!
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[Rocky POV]

"Man... God forbid one have a cup of cup noodles..." I muttered to myself as I started spinning in my swivel chair again.

"306..." the chair squeaked slightly as I spun around again. "307-"

"brrrrrrrrrrrzt. ding!"

My tail started wagging slightly as I grabbed my phone off the pile of calculus textbooks and checked the ping.

itstracker!!: ROCKY OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE I CANT HOLD THIS MUCH LONGER ITS SO HOT
rororokirok!: jesus calm down im coming

Heh, Tracker and his voice to text. I got up, walked out to the hallway, and closed the door behind me as gingerly as possible, so as not to wake Rex up. Walking out to the main entryway, I opened the front door to see the vertically challenged male holding a boiling cup of noodles, looking like he was gonna drop them.

"Por fin... my poor fingers..." Tracker sighed as I picked the boiling cup of noodles up from his hands. While I walked to my room holding the noodles in a cloth, he started blowing oh so softly on his fingers to alleviate the 'burns' left by the hotness of the noodles, while also occasionally looking in front of him while walking so he didn't trip on a carpet bump.

I giggled a bit at my best friend. "What took you so long anyways?"

"Uhm... kinda ran into a guy, talked a bit, and now I've got a job starting the 9th."

"Damn." I could feel my tail start wagging harder in jealousy. "Good for you. You have no idea how long it took me to get a job, even still, I was personally hired." I then realised how Tracker was grimacing at me. Did I really sound that cold?

"Uhm... well, doesn't that means they saw en capacid in you, doesn't it?"

"Tracker... you can't just use Spanish like that, you know I have no idea what it means."

"Hehe, sorry." He rolled his eyes with a smug side eye. "I guess I can't help it."

Tracker and I laughed for a while, before arriving at me and Rex's room. I opened the door quietly and ushered Tracker over to a small low table, surrounded by two beanbags of different shades of green. Tracker took a seat in the darkest coloured beanbag, slightly squishing his tail. I took a seat next to him, in a beanbag that was slightly lighter in colour. Producing a pair of chopsticks I had conveniently stashed away in a drawer in my desk, I started digging in. Halfway through eating my noodles, I realised something.

"Wait. Next week, on the 9th... doesn't school start on the 3rd?" I asked, mouth stuffed with what I remember to be funky salty-sweet goodness.

"Hmm... oh yeah, you're right. I'll check with him now then."

"How do you know he's gonna be awake?"

"I don't." Tracker shrugged. "I pray."

Giggling at Tracker's nonchalant response, I look over at Tracker's screen. He's calling this person over PuPcord? That's interesting.

"Hello? Twacker? Why're you calling me?"

Woah. Who's voice is that? It definitely isn't that football guy... It's like Tracker's, but more... mature. And the way they pronounced Tracker's name was cute. Wait, what?

"Uhm... yeah, hey, sorry to bother you, but you ARE aware that school'll be in session on the 9th, right?"

"...No? The 9th is a Sunday, isn't it?"