My Missing Piece (A Rocky X Zuma Story)

Foreign Feelings Again

I sit and look at the lookout for a few minutes thinking this is it. If he fails there's no friendship because he would have to leave Adventure Bay. And then there would be no purpose in my life anymore. If Zuma leaves, I wouldn't know what to do. I would most likely leave the Patrol. Run with him and we can live our lives together, as his best friend.

I decided it would be best to go to the beach and take my mind off of Zuma and his test. I would have an anxiety attack if I stayed at the lookout. I walk and decided to sit on the dock looking out at the water. Water. Zuma loves water. I shake my head out of those thoughts. For the first time since I met Zuma I didn't want to think of him. I wanted to forget right now. Maybe I won't be as sad if he fails if I for forget about him right now.

I try thinking of things I like. Recycling... Reusing... Zuma... Green means go... Wait. No bad brain. No Zuma right now. But how could I? He's my best friend. I could never forget him. It's like my brain is telling me that he will pass.

Yeah. He will. I have faith in him. If a mess up like me can pass, so can Zuma. He's more determined than I was to wanting to join the Patrol. He has the heart for it and that what Ryder likes.

I look up to the sky and the day is really something. Calm and beautiful. Kind of like... Zuma. I never really thought of it until now but Zuma has the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. His personality is sweet and protective. He's... err perfect. But why would I think of that about my best friend? I'm not gay. I know that. I never liked boys before. And Chase and Marshall would bully me even more than ever if they found out, if I was. It's so weird.

Speak of the Devils, I hear Chase and Marshall laughing in the distance and then I feel a paw on my chest. I look up and see Chase looking at me giving me that smirk that I know what's about to happen.

"Hehehe what do we have here. Rocky the fuck up without his boyfriend. Check it out Marsh."

Marshall walks by Chase and starts laughing. "What's wrong Rocky? You and your boyfriend are in a fight?"

I studder in fear "H-he's not my boyfriend. Leave me alone."

Chase swipes a paw at my face. "Shut up mutt." I wince in pain. I believe he used his claws cuz I feel what is either blood or my tears on my cheek.

Marshall snarls and looks at me. "Awwww is little Rocky hurt? Well good because no one likes you Rocky and no one will. Not even Zuma."

I start crying. I don't kow why but I was. I was in pain. I was worried. I was scared. I don't think Zuma hates me. But what if he did? That thought scares me more than anything.

Chase hits me again and looks angry at me, "Get up mutt. Get the fuck up!"

I couldn't move. I was frozen in fear. Then Chase did something I could never forgive him for. He kicked me. Into the lake. I felt pain in my side and then a splash and water all over me and my eyes were closed. I couldn't swim. It's from a past that I never wanted to relive, but now I am.

Darkness. No air. Nothingness. I didn't want to swim for air. I was hurt too far. Maybe death wouldn't be terrible. Maybe I can finally get out of this hell on earth and go somewhere else. I wonder what a heaven would be like for me. For once Chase actually did me a favor. Putting me in a situation to where I'm content with dying. Content to leave not just PAW Patrol, but this world. And at this moment, I'm thankful for it.

I start to feel light-headed. My lungs gasping for air, but there is none. I just sink to the bottom of the lake and I feel the ground on my back. This is it.

I start to loose consciousness. My head feels like it's going to explode. Everything starts to hurt. I fight through the pain and suffering. I start to experience hallucinations. First was Chase and Marshall beating me to no end making every muscle and bone hurt like it would rip. Then another was Zuma. He was swimming in the water. He was happy. He would keep looking at me and smile his cute smile and laugh. He would keep telling me to join him eventually. We would lay on the beach listening to each other's lives and our problems. That moment right then and there I figured something about myself. I didn't just like Zuma as a friend or love him like a brother, I loved him like a mate. He kept me happy even when I wasn't.

Throughout those few months, I grown attached to another pup that went through what I did. Being alone, rejected, and depressed. And I felt comfort when ever he would stay at my pup house and wrap his arms around me and tell me we are best friends and he would never leave me alone ever. He wanted the same. He wanted a friend he could latch on and never have to worry about will he still be his friend tomorrow.

I love Zuma. I really love that lab. I don't care if it made me gay. I want him as my own companion. My partner. My mate.

There's one last hallucination I remember before I believe I died, and that was two paws grasping my body. I smile because it felt comfort to me. Like an angel taking my soul to heaven. Warmth. Comfort. Then... nothing.