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The drenched Dalmatian was dazed for a moment before coming back to his senses. He looked up to see a teary-eyed pup pinning him down. It was Chase. The rain was soaking the both of them. Thunder and lightning could be heard in the distance.

"Marshall! What were you thinking?!" Chase punched Marshall across his face. As much as it hurt, Marshall knew he had a reason to be punched.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Chase..." Marshall started to cry, but the tears were lost under the pouring raindrops. "It's just that...I didn't feel like I was any good for the team. I always mess things up and I always let everyone down..I thought it would be best for everyone if I was around any longer.."

"Are you crazy, Marshall?" Chase asked, wiping his tears away. "Why would you even think that in the first place?"

"Because I'm the reason the Paw Patrol has been weird lately, especially Zuma..." Marshall sighed. His white fur was turning a dirty brown color from the mud. "My parents were right, I'm just a failure..."

"What? Why would they think that?!" Chase was both curious and worried. He got off the spotted pup and helped lift him back up onto his four paws.

Marshall sighed. He knew it was time to open up about the whole situation. Especially because of what almost occurred. "Chase, can you keep a secret?"

Chase was confused at first but then answered Marshall's question. "Marshall, you're my best friend. You can tell me anything. Trust me with anything. This secret will be ours to keep."

"Chase....I-I'm gay...."

Marshall quickly looked away. Although he didn't want to be rejected by Chase like his parents had done, he prepared for the worst. Instead, he was greeted with a hug from the German Shepherd. As Marshall turned to face Chase, the pup let go and smiled.

"Marshall, it's okay!" The German Shepherd reassured. "Look, I don't care whether you're gay, straight, a cat or even a kangaroo! All that matters is that you're my best friend. Your personality and who you are won't change just because of who you like. You'll still always be my best friend!"

"Really?" Marshall sniffled and let out a few tears, this time from happiness. It was the first time he had felt relieved and happy in what seemed ages.

"Of course, buddy! And if anyone has a bone to pick with you just because you like other boys, then they will have to deal with me first."

Marshall quickly hugged his best friend and smiled. The Dalmatian didn't want to let go, he wanted to just hang on to this moment. Chase wasn't on the same page as Marshall.

"Uhh, Marshall, you can let go now."

"Oh right! Silly me!" Marshall let go of Chase. However, there was still something that needed to be said. "Chase...there's more to this secret.."

"Does it involve you having a crush on Zuma?" The German Shepherd let out a big grin as Marshall's face turned a bright red.

"How...how did you know?!"

"Well I see the way you look at him. You stare at him like you've just won the lottery. I thought it was just me being crazy, but now it actually makes sense."

"Yeah, well it doesn't really matter anymore. Zuma probably hates my guts. He refused to be my mate. That's why things between us haven't been so smooth lately."

"Look Marshall, I know it hurts now. I'll be honest, it'll probably hurt for a long while. The only thing you can really do about it is forget and move on. I'm sorry he doesn't feel the same way for you, but you can't force someone to like you. They either do or don't. Forced love is never any good."

Marshall sighed once more. He didn't want to move on from Zuma, but Chase was right. If he never moved on, he was just going to be waiting for something that would never happen. Zuma was his lover, his crush, his everything, but maybe all he had to be was his friend from the Paw Patrol.

"Now come on Marshall! Let's go! I'm cold and it's pouring out here! We are going to catch a cold!"

The spotted pup was about to run along with Chase when a thought hit him. It hadn't occurred to him before, but now his mind was a bit more clear. "Wait a minute Chase. How did you find me? These woods are pretty thick."

"Finding things is all in a police pup's work!" Chase smiled again. "Plus, with my spy drone, it was much easier to find you than having to track your scent in the rain.

Marshall smiled and giggled. "It's no surprise that you're a police pup."

"Can we get going now?" Chase nudged the Dalmatian to move forward.

"Oh sure! But I might be a little slow still. My paw still isn't fully healed."

"That's okay, Marshall. Ryder and the rest of the pups should be meeting us at the other side of this forest anyway. It shouldn't take too long for them to get here now."

And with that, the soaked pups ran back to the edge of the forest, trying their best to avoid any more rain drops.