Pride (Paw-Patrol one shots)

Q - Rubble X Tracker

Couples in this chapter:
•Rubble X Tracker
•Chase X Marshall
•Rocky X Everest
•Zuma X Skye
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"Guys shut up." Rubble laughed, adjusting his tie and looking for his jacket.

He and the rest of the group were getting ready for Tia (Tracker's twin sister)'s quincenera. While Tracker had opted to just have his friends stay for a movie night, his sister was going all out, like expected. Tia, Tracker and Rubble were the youngest of the squad, only being fifteen while everyone else was sixteen (almost seventeen in Chase and Everest's case) but no one really noticed or cared, they were just a big group of friends.

The girls were with Tia while Tracker was helping his family set up; leaving Rubble with the most annoying of his friends.

"About what? You and Tia." Marshall teased, poking the freckled boy's sides.

"Go away!" Rubble shoved him, giggling still.

"We all know you love her."

"Oh my god, Guys!" The freckled boy slammed his fist against his head.

"What? She's a good looking girl." Chase said, propping himself up on his elbows. He was the only one that wasn't ready, still in leggings and a large, blue t-shirt.

"Chase, don't even try and act straight. You may look like a typical fuckboy but there's a rainbow flowing through your veins." Marshall laughed, walking over and kissing his boyfriends cheek. The brunette rolled his eyes and then gasped as a tie was thrown at him.

"Now get dressed." Rocky demanded, picking up his friend's suit from 'the chair', hidden under a mountain of clothes, in the corner.

"Yeah. It's fine for you guys but we have girlfriends that will literally kill us if we're 0.2 seconds late." Zuma added, checking his hair.

"They're right, Ba- woah!" Marshall tried to move but the flirty brunette grabbed him by the tie and pulled him down so he was on top of said him and gave a cheeky smile.

"This is better."

"Chase." Marshall warned.

"You look hot in a suit."

"That tears it." Rocky sighed, grabbing a spray bottle labelled 'Holy Water' and proceeding to spray it on Chase. "Bad Chase!" He scolded.

"How'd we go from annoying Rubble about girls to this?" Zuma sighed, shaking his head.

"Oh yeah!" Chase exclaimed, sitting up and knocking Marshall off of the bed. "That's what we were doing. So Tia,"

"Who said I'm only interested in girls?" The youngest snapped, eyes widening at the silence that followed. Finally, someone spoke up. Unfortunately, it was Chase.

"Welcome to the Gay Side, we have cookies!"

"Chase, Hun, I love you but please, for once in your life shut the fuck up." Marshall facepalmed at his boyfriend's response.

"And he said 'just', so the sexuality you mean is bi." Zuma said.

"You guys always spoil my fun."

"Can we please acknowledge my presence for once?" Rubble sighed, earning a collection of 'oh yeah' and 'sorry's.

"To end all the confusion in the room except mine, I don't know what I am." the boy explained.

"That's okay. You just need some time to figure it out. No big deal, well, it seems like it now but it really isn't." Marshall smiled.