Title: Awkwardness is awkward

Characters: Rocco Hail, Tomas "Tam" Smith and some other background characters.

Rating: M

Summary: What happens when Tam and Rocco wake up in bed together...naked? Well, this is going to be awkward. Yaoi: Tacco, and possibly other minor slash pairings? Don't like, don't read. Rated M for language, and our OC's hawtness!

Pairings: Tacco (Rocco/Tam) and other possible slash pairings.

Warnings! Homosexuality, Swearing, Hotness (Dude…think of the hotness XD)

Disclaimer: I, Sugarbubblegum333, only own Rocco Hail (God, how many times have I regretted saying that?), Raining Skittles owns Tam and any South Park character that happens to show up in this is owned by Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

Reviews~!

katielynnleigh- I noticed the Chuck Testa reference. He's quite funny, isn't he? XD Haha, we're glad it made you laugh. I'm hoping this chapter is just as good :D

XMistressChaosx- Thank you~! :D Rocco and Tomas do make quite an interesting Yaoi couple, no? XD If you're ill, don't worry about reviewing anything. You have an exception not to review :) Thank you for the review~! :P

Cupcake Queen Liz- Yes, the awesome collab by Raining Skittles and Sugarbubblegum333~! :D Genius, it is~! I loved the first chapter too :3 She has a great sense of humour, right? :D Tacco is an extremely unique couple, right? XD I'm hoping to do as good as her :) Thanks for the review~! :P

A/N: Yay, it's my turn~! I am kind of excited about writing this, which is weird for me :D God, I am so hoping this is on par with Chloe's writing. I only know how to write detail and that's not too humorous now, is it? XD Anyways, enjoy this chapter written by moi and then for the next chapter, (De awesome) Chloe shall be writing it :)

Enjoy~! :D

Raining Skittles: Rachel, there is no way I can describe the sheer awesome that this is. I wanna go to Vegas and marry this chapter BD Hope ya don't mind that I put this little note in, and put the title thingy on...I'm OCD with title thingies D: Erm...anyways, R&R please :D


Awkwardness is Awkward chapter 2

Written by Sugarbubblegum333


After Sadie and her husband had left, Rocco and Tam had checked out of the hotel, hoping to be able to collect some of their thoughts together and work out exactly what

that woman had meant. It wasn't every day that some woman had told you that you and your best friend made a good couple.

In all honesty, Rocco and Tam really didn't want to think the statement over, in fear of freaking themselves out even more. So, with a mutual agreement to never speak up about what the woman had told them, they left towards the centre of Las Vegas, hoping to recollect what happened the other night.

"Okay, so from what we can gather, the last place we ended up was the hotel" Tomas explained, placing a finger to his full lips.

Rocco rolled his eyes. "What, really? I could've never guessed"

Tomas stuck his tongue out in a childish manner at Rocco and glared as the older man smirked down at him. That irked him when he knew exactly who the older and taller one was. Damn him and his…tallness…

The sun beat down on them and Rocco lifted his hand up to shield his eyes as people bustled by them in order to get into the hotel they stood outside of. Tomas sighed, placing both his hands on his hips.

"So, what should we do first then, oh so wise one?" He spoke up in a less than enthusiastic tone of voice.

Rocco grinned. "Hey, you're finally starting to see whose boss around here"

"Haha, now get on with it and figure out what we're doing today" Tomas snapped, his cheeks pink.

"Okay, okay, I will. So, I think we should at least gather some evidence on where we went last night. There's got to be some clues that could lead us to what happened. Check your pockets again and pull out those things we looked at earlier" Rocco commanded and Tomas obeyed, searching through his jean pockets.

Tomas pulled out the same things from earlier and laid them out on his hands out in front of the two. Rocco stared and started searching through the items.

"Well, the condom we know exactly what we used it for," Rocco chucked the condom over his shoulder and Tomas watched with amusement as it hit an elderly couple behind them, who completely freaked out over the perverse item. "A ring! Aha! That'll be a good clue as to why we had rings and then we can backtrack exactly what happened with the help of this"

Tomas gave Rocco a confused stare. "How so?"

"As soon as we know what happened with the rings and all that, we can then ask them at exactly what time we came to them and whether we had been anywhere before. You never know what we could have said in such a drunken state"

Rocco started forward and Tomas looked after him, shrugging before placing everything, but the ring, back in his pocket and running after Rocco. He caught up to him and they made their way through town before Tomas poked Rocco in the arm and raised one eyebrow, trying to ignore the feel of the taller man's bicep.

"Hmm?" Rocco hummed under his breath, motioning for the Hispanic to go on.

"How do we know where this ring came from?"

Rocco stopped and looked down at the ring in Tomas's hand before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Shit…"

Tomas watched as Rocco still rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked back down at his ring. Trying to twist and turn the ring for any clue as to where it came from, Tomas found nothing and sighed. That was before a particular design on the ring caught his attention and he examined it. Giving it a puzzled look, he looked around for any passing pedestrians.

Grabbing onto a man's arm, which ultimately stopped the guy, he practically shoved the ring in the guy's face and gave him a desperate look. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you happen to know where this ring comes from?"

The man narrowed his dark moss coloured eyes at the young man and grabbed onto the ring, harshly. Giving it a quick look, the guy handed it back and his lips twitched in an almost amused fashion.

"Yeah, that's The Sweetheart Church's ring that's given out to newlyweds" The man explained in a heavy accent that had Tomas leaning in slightly to hear better.

When he had heard correctly, Tomas's whole face went pale and his brown eyes widened. Shaking, he nodded and finally was able to move his mouth to say a quiet thank you. The man nodded, grinning and moved past Tomas, getting back to his everyday life. Tomas breathed in deeply before turning around and grabbing onto Rocco, who had bought a pretzel and was watching the whole thing from a far distance.

Rocco watched with confusion as Tomas moved with a fast pace and looked left and right for something. Tomas's hand shot up and he called up a taxi before jumping in. Rocco, not having any other choice, jumped in afterwards, sitting beside Tomas in the small and stuffy taxi. Tomas handed the guy some money telling him where to go, gaining a raised eyebrow from Rocco.

Their ride was silent and even when they got there, Rocco still didn't hear a thing from Tomas and was starting to worry. So as soon as they had hopped out of the vehicle, Rocco grabbed onto Tomas's arm and held him in front of him, looking worried.

"Tam, what the hell are you rushing for?"

Tomas looked up into Rocco's eyes and blushed, looking down. Rocco got confused, never knowing Tomas to be shy about anything and shook Tomas slightly.

"Hey, what the hell? You can tell me, you know" Rocco encouraged.

Tomas sighed and gently removed Rocco's hands before fiddling with the ring in his hands. Looking down at it, he licked his lips and placed it over his marriage finger on his left hand. Rocco's eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, giving him a rather comical look and yet, shocked look.

Tomas's eyes rose to meet Rocco's and he held up his left hand, right in Rocco's face.

"Rocco, we're married"


Tomas tapped his foot as he stood, leaning up against the wall right outside of the local toilets. His black hair flopped into his eyes and he flicked it back into its normal place, sighing. His eyes scanned everywhere around him and noticed people looking at him. As he saw a snooty couple staring at him, he placed his middle finger up at them and sneered as they turned their noses up, walking away.

He heard some more banging and rolled his eyes.

"Rocco, c'mon, dude. It's not that bad"

That was obviously the wrong thing to say as not soon after saying that, Tomas watched as the door slammed open and a very angry looking Rocco stood, fists clenching at the side. He walked forward leaning dangerously close towards Tomas.

"Not that bad? We're fucking married, dude. And not even of our own will!"

"Well, if you think about it, we were willing, just…drunk" Tomas stated, shrugging as it was no big deal.

Rocco placed both his index fingers on either side of his forehead and rubbed them in a circular motion as to stop the stress building up.

"Okay, you know what? Let's just get down to the church thingy and sort this entire thing out. I'm sure with our reason for getting married, they'll let this slide" Rocco explained, straightening up his posture and marching forward and acting as if everything was alright.

Tomas shook his head. "Rocco, wrong way, dude"

"I know!" Rocco yelled out, turning around and starting off in the opposite direction.

Tomas, once again, shook his head and grinned. He followed after the tall man, sighing at this whole ordeal.


They stopped right outside the big pink and red church, lips curling back in disgust at the whole display the whole building had going on. The windows were designed with intricate pictures of people getting married, there were white paper hearts dangling down from the double door entrance and there seemed to be pink flamingos patterning the whole entire garden outside of it. It also seemed that there was one groom on one side of the church and another groom on the other side.

"Not your everyday church, huh?" Tomas commented, chuckling slightly.

Rocco couldn't help the small laugh that got past his own lips.

Tomas walked forward and Rocco soon joined him, making his own way up the path and opening the door for both of them. They crept through the doors and looked around, hesitantly. Everything that was in this church would be in a normal church. The only real difference being that there was pictures of other couples of other marriages that had happened in here before, or so Tomas and Rocco assumed as they examined the many pictures lining the walls.

"Can I help you fine gentlemen?"

Tomas flinched at the voice and Rocco smirked at him, having not jumped at all. Tomas gave him a glare before moving forward and giving a semi-polite smile towards the old man that had greeted them.

"Hello, I'm Tomas and this is Rocco" Rocco waved at the old guy before placing both his hands in his pockets. "And we were wondering if you could help us with a little problem"

The old guy's eyes gave them a concerned look, his wrinkles creasing with the tension in his face. "Of course, of course, just follow me please" He motioned them with a bony finger and they followed, slowly.

The old guy sat them both down on a bench right in front of the cross held up at the front where the priest and Tomas's eyes widened as he saw what exactly was on the cross. Rocco laughed and Tomas joined him, but they both did it quietly so as to not seem rude. The cross held two men caressing each other but with one serenading the other. And one seemed to have angel wings and the other a couple of horns with a devil's tail.

The old guy turned towards them and smiled, his lips seemed to be withering away slowly.

"Now, what is it you're seeking help for?"

Tomas lifted his left hand up and pointed towards the ring on his finger. "We both woke up this morning to find rings in each of our pockets" Tomas skipped over the part where they seemed to have consummated their marriage. "And we were wondering if you could tell us exactly what we did in here last night and if we happened to tell you anything before whatever happened in here"

The old guy smiled knowingly and called for someone. It wasn't too soon after that a young, bubbly blonde came strutting into the room, dressed in a bright red low cut dress and high top hot pink boots. Her puckered lips were painted with a light cherry pink lipstick, and her hair was pulled into a high-top ponytail.

"Tracy, would you be a dear and go get out files for the last marriages since yesterday"

The blonde nodded, her lips shaped into an 'O' and hurriedly retrieved the file. When she came back, she stood awfully close to Rocco and stroked her hand down his shoulder, while he sat there not even noticing the girl. But Tomas did. He noticed the way she stroked his hair and touched his arm. He wasn't going to admit it but he did feel an odd sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw that.

"Hmm, well, do you want to hear the long version or the shorter version?"

"What's the difference?" Rocco asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

"A lot. With the shorter version, there's not that many details but you get to the point quicker"

"Okay, let's hear the longer version. It sounds fun!" Tomas cheered, grinning.

"You guys both came stumbling into the church, saying that you needed a place to party. Now I really didn't mind so I let you. You then proceeded to tell me how you both thought the other was sexy and you" The old guy pointed towards Rocco, who stared at him uneasily. "Were saying something along the lines of boning his scrawny ass"

"Hey, I happen to have a very nice ass, I'll have you know!" Tomas protested, crossing his arms across his chest in protest.

"Sure. Anyway, then you, the tall fellow, got down on one knee and proposed to him and he accepted, telling you how you guys were going to skip the marriage and go straight to the big, fancy honeymoon. You also were talking about purchasing some sign from some Al's shop thing and getting some tickets for some Pretty Princess in the forest or something. You were both basically acting like complete fags"

"I'm straight!" Tomas shouted.

"Yeah, and I'm bi-sexual!" Rocco yelled afterwards.

The old man nodded. "After all that, the straight one placed a veil over his head and started to pole dance the flippin' cross and tall bi-sexual here, started making out with a Mary statue. You were both humming the wedding tune but after a while, you left saying how you were going to some strippers joint" The old man leaned back, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the look of horror on Tomas's and Rocco's faces.

"I can't believe…in God's house…" Tomas's mouth dropped in digust.

"I'm an atheist but I didn't think even I would go so far as to do…that with Mary" Rocco mumbled under his breath, already starting to feel sick again.

Tomas and Rocco sat up and looked at the old guy with a serious look on their faces. "Okay, so did we say anything about where we came from before the church?" Rocco asked.

"Yeah, you said you came back from a party over at some Chelsea's house" The old guy said and looked at the two with a grin. "Apparently the Chelsea girl had also given you a pet of some sorts and her cousin had wrote something on your chest" The old guy had pointed at Rocco when explaining this and Rocco pointed to himself to make sure he was hearing right.

"Wait…what could she have wrote on my chest?" Rocco asked, lifting his shirt up.

Tomas blushed and turned away, trying not to look at Rocco's muscled stomach and abs.

"Oh…good God…this is awful…" Rocco whispered.

Tomas dared to peek a look and almost burst into a fit of giggles at the image that greeted him. Rocco had marker pen wrote across his chest and sparkles stuck to his chest along with his left nipple pierced but they would worry about that later.

On his chest it read:

Long live the Tacco relationship!

P.s Much lurve from your buddy, Chelsea .x.x.x.

Tomas finally couldn't help it. He burst into a fit of laughter and clutched at his stomach, his face splitting a huge grin and his eyes watering with tears. Suddenly, he became serious and sat up, forgetting whatever it was that was funny.

"What the hell is Tacco?"

Rocco shrugged and asked Tracy for a dishcloth, to which she obliged with a wink which irritated Tomas further.

When she came back with the dishcloth, Rocco started scrubbing away at his chest, hoping to clean at least most of it off. When he only saw a faint outline of what was once there, he handed the cloth back to Tracy and patted his shirt back down.

Rocco sighed, and rubbed his face with both his hands and stood up. Tomas saw him and stood up too, looking at him with curiosity.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

Rocco turned back around, smirking and waving goodbye to the old man and Tracy. "Where do you think?"

Tomas raised an eyebrow. "The Pretty Princess in the Forest On Ice show?" He asked, hopefully, his eyes gleaming with hope.

Rocco gave him a 'Are you fucking serious?' look and shook his head. "No, we're going to that Chelsea's place"

Tomas hated to bring this up, especially in this situation, but he had to. "Uh…dude, we don't know where she lives"

Rocco threw his hands in the air and stomped his foot. "Aw, fucking hell, man!"

The old guy stood up and pushed Tracy forward slightly. "Tracy is friends with her; would you like her to show you the way? I'm sure she can skip an hour of work to take you there"

Rocco and Tomas looked at each other before nodding, nervously, at each other. They watched as Tracy walked past them and walked side by side after her, waiting to see where they were heading.

When they were outside, Tracy turned to them. "You guys didn't come here in your own car, did you?"

Tomas shook his head. "No, we came by taxi. Why?"

"Okay, good, cause I have my own car and we wouldn't want you guys to leave your car here, would we?"

Rocco and Tomas shook their heads, agreeing with what she said and climbed into her car with her. They managed to not look at each other on the way there and managed to not talk either. Well, it was hard for Tomas, who squirmed in his seat and was trying so hard to find little excuses to talk. Even trying to see if anyone would join in when he sang songs on the radio but to no avail.

They got at Chelsea's in under an hour's time and stepped out of the pretty pink car to have a look at the house.

They noticed the house wasn't too large but not too small either. It was smaller than average, yes, but it wasn't too small that you couldn't fit a reasonable amount of people in there. And the colour was bright for a house, the colour they had painted it in was orange, and the garden out front was neatly trimmed with flowers dotting the whole grasslands there.

Rocco tried stepping over the fence, to which he succeeded, but Tracy and Tomas both gave him a strange look as if asking why he had to step over it instead of opening it and he responded saying that he didn't know why, he just didn't care.

"Okay, so this is that Chelsea's house? Jesus, man, this is awful. It's all pink and bleh" Tomas stuck his tongue out in disgust.

"Pink's a wonderful colour, right, Rocco?" Tracy asked, her cheeks dusted a pink colour.

"No, I hate pink" Rocco muttered, looking at the whole house with disgust himself. Tomas snickered with amusement before shutting up when he saw Tracy glaring at him slightly. He looked at Rocco and nudged his side.

"Dude, these girls may kill us if we mention anything bad about the colour pink" Tomas whispered.

Rocco shrugged and walked forward, still with Tracy latched onto his arm. Tomas rolled his eyes and moved forward to, hoping to God that Rocco didn't say anything bad about pink and also hoping that this Chelsea was hot.

They knocked on the door and soon, a black haired girl answered the door, wearing short-shorts and a white button up shirt with a lavender vest top over it. Tomas's mouth dropped along with Rocco's. Tomas nudged Rocco again and leaned up, slightly.

"Dude, a hot nerd"

"Idiot, I'm right here. I can see that" Rocco whispered back.

Chelsea looked at the four and smiled. "Hey Tracy, who are these two?"

"Oh, these two men are the ones who visited you last night with your cousin. Remember?" Tracy answered, giving her a wink.

"Oh yeah, hey, you guys. How's the Tacco relationship going?" She asked, beaming.

"Yeah, about that, what's Tacco?" Rocco asked, scratching the back of his head.

"It's you guys" Chelsea answered, smiling.

"Huh?" Both Rocco and Tomas said at the same time, both with the same confused expression on their faces.

"Tacco is Rocco and Tam, duh!" Chelsea giggled out.

Tomas and Rocco went blank and they turned to each other with scared and disgusted look. "Man, we were really fucked up last night, huh" Rocco muttered.

"Who made that up?" Tomas asked.

"Oh, my cousin, Chloe, who was discussing it with her friend, Rachel" Chelsea answered, looking around.

"Okay, look, this doesn't matter. All we want to know is what exactly did we do last night with you and your cousin" Rocco asked.

"Well, Tam started hitting on me and my cousin so we shoved him over to you and you guys partied it up, like you would do at a party and so I gave you our pet dog, who's a St Bernard, called Columbia and you guys said you were taking him for a walk to a church" Chelsea explained.

"But they never turned up to our church with a dog…" Tracy said, looking worried for the dog.

"Oh my God, where's Columbia?" Chelsea asked, shaken.

Tomas and Rocco looked at each other with worry and looking scared out of their minds.


Rocco found himself driving that Tracy's car while Tracy sat in the passenger seat next to him and Tomas sat in the back seat with Chelsea. All they had to do was drop Tracy off with Chelsea and give them back their car and then try and find another car to drive in, to search for a St Bernard dog. What a plan…

As they parked outside of the church, Tracy stepped out and so did Chelsea after a while. Tomas was about to step out when Rocco motioned for him to stay sitting. Rocco then turned to Tracy, who was waiting for her car, and beamed.

"So, thanks for the lift and thanks for telling us all that information but we have to go now. So…see ya!"

And with that Rocco drove right away from the pair with their car and them screaming in the background for him to stop. The car screeched as Rocco made a sharp left turn around a corner and zoomed on, out of sight of the two girls.

Tomas sat in the back, eyes wide and his mouth open in shock. "Rocco, what the actual fuck do you think you're doing?"

"We needed a car, didn't we? So now we've got one" Rocco answered, grinding his teeth together as he zoomed down the road and turned the wheel sharply as he rounded another corner.

"Yes, but now we've committed a crime, you fucking idiot!" Tomas yelled out, gripping onto the seat in front of him with fear as the car swerved.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It's not like they're going to miss this disgusting thing. Now get in the passenger seat and help me look for where a St Bernard would go" Rocco grunted out, not even using a seatbelt at the moment.

Tomas wiggled his way into the passenger seat and quickly buckled his seatbelt before gripping onto the sides of the car, still scared of the car crashing as it drove quite fast down the roads.

"Where the fuck would a giant dog be?" Tomas asked, glaring at Rocco.

Rocco didn't answer and just kept looking forward while swerving the steering wheel all over the place. Tomas sighed and kept his own eyes darting wildly about the place in hopes of not crashing.

Rocco suddenly grinned and pointed to a big, huge building. Tomas screamed and grabbed a hold of the steering wheel looking out the front.

"Rocco, keep your hands on the fucking steering wheel!"

"I know exactly where the dog is" Rocco muttered, smirking.

He stopped the car across the street and got out. Tomas shook in his seat and his eyes were wide while he still clutched tightly to the wheel, eyes darting around. His whole body resembled a shaking leaf and his hair was blown back from having raced down the street at a pace he never thought any car could go at.

Rocco tapped the window and Tomas looked up. Rocco waved.

"Get out of the fucking car, you idiot"

Tomas struggled to unbuckle his seatbelt but managed to and finally stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut and giving Rocco a nasty glare.

"You…are…a dangerous man on the road…" Tomas muttered out. "No wonder you have that scar on your chest"

"How would you, oh…" Rocco scratched his hair in embarrassment. "I forgot about…that"

Tomas blinked before his eyes widened and his cheeks went slightly red. "Oh…yeah, that…I was trying to forget that, you jerk"

Rocco chuckled and then started his way across the road. Tomas caught up to him and followed after, making sure to look both ways when searching for cars on the road they were crossing. They made their way to the other side and stopped outside the big building Rocco said the dog was in. Tomas looked up, then looked over to Rocco and gave him a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously..?"

Rocco nodded, grinning.

They stepped into the building that was labelled 'Poochy Pampering Parlour' and looked around. It was very much like an ordinary salon, except this one had dogs in it instead of humans. There was a desk up front with two rooms off to the sides; one labelled grooming, the other labelled sleepy inn. Rocco and Tomas walked forward, both with confident strides. Tomas then poked Rocco and looked up at him.

"How do you know he's in here?" Tomas asked.

"Well, I saw the building and then I saw some people coming out of it with pets in carriers so I just assumed you could place animals in there, to sleep and that" Rocco answered, quickly before putting on his best charming smile and tapping the desk with the receptionist behind it.

"Hello, do you happen to have a St Bernard in here called…" Rocco rubbed his chin in thought and Tomas rolled his eyes before leaning forward slightly.

"His name's Columbia. Is he here?" Tomas asked.

The receptionist placed up her index finger in a waiting motion before searching through her notebook and computer. She gave her computer a once over before smiling and looking up at the two men.

"Yes, he is here. Are you two the two owners?" She asked, her brilliant white teeth showing as she talked.

"Yes, we are and he is so very dear to us so if we could have him back as soon as possible" Rocco asked, in a buttery voice whilst batting his eyelashes.

Tomas leaned forward too and batted his own eyelashes whilst sticking his bottom lip out in a pout and giving his best puppy dog eyes. "Yes, we really do love him so very much"

The receptionist gave them odd looks and picked up the telephone, while cautiously watching the two. Rocco and Tomas high-fived and grinned at each other.

The receptionist placed the phone down before giving the two a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry but you guys weren't the ones who checked the dog in. I really am sorry"

Rocco and Tomas's grins dropped and their faces turned to confusion and glares.

"What, who checked him in then?" Rocco asked, harshly.

The receptionist jumped and stammered out a reply. "Uh, s-some girl named Chelsea F-Figgins"

Rocco and Tomas leaned back and their eyes widened before they stood, staying silent. Tomas walked over to the waiting area and sat down on a seat there, and not long after that, Rocco came and stood in front of him. They stayed silent before Tomas spoke up.

"Right, well, there's nothing else we can do. I mean, it's not like we can go back to Chelsea and ask her to take out the dog" He stood but out of nowhere, a hand stopped him in his place. He looked up to the owner of the hand and saw Rocco giving him a stern look.

"No, I've got it. I know how we're going to get that dog back" Rocco told him and Tomas grew curious before he was punched, hard, in the stomach and he reeled over, coughing.

Luckily for them, the receptionist hadn't seen and so Rocco waved to her. "Excuse me, miss, you wouldn't by any chance have a cup of water for my friend here, would you? He's choking here, you see"

The receptionist looked worried at Tomas before nodding and rushing out the back to fetch a glass of water. Rocco grinned as she left and kept a hand on Tomas's back.

"You…fucking…asshole…" Tomas grunted out, still kneeled over.

"Yeah, yeah, haven't heard that before. Now come on, I've got us an invitation to get out dog" Rocco patted Tomas's back and walked through the glass door into the sleepy inn. Tomas coughed standing up, struggling and slowly walked in after him, still clutching his stomach.

They looked around the place and saw there were a couple of owners there, collecting their dogs and wondering around the place, which was quite big. Pet cages lined the place and blankets were placed down inside the cages along with bowls and toys and practically everything. Rocco looked around before he spotted a massive cage with the name Columbia written on it in marker.

Rocco ran forward and unlocked the cage, ruffling the dog's head and grinning at it.

"Hey Columbia, let's get you out of here" Rocco then grabbed a lead from the wall and clipped it onto the dog's collar before walking it to the door with poor Tomas slowly following.

They walked past the receptionist's desk, thanking all Gods that she wasn't there, and walked out the front door with the dog. That was when the receptionist came back and looked at them with shock.

"Hey, that's not your dog. Come back here!"

Rocco's eyes widened before he ran across the road to the car. Stuffing the dog in the back seat, he looked up and saw Tomas running across the road, still clutching his stomach and the receptionist coming after them on the other side of the road. Rocco frowned.

"Tomas, come on, man. Stop being so slow!" He yelled.

Tomas glared, harshly and ran up to the passenger door and got in.

"Well, sorry, it's not like I didn't get punched in the stomach or nothing"

Rocco then pressed on the gas pedal and drove the car out of the side of the pavement before zooming down the road. Tomas buckled up and saw that Rocco didn't have his seatbelt on so he leaned forward and buckled him up too, glaring at him. Rocco smirked.

"Why thank you, honey~!" He mocked.

"What the fuck was that earlier, Rocco?" He yelled.

Rocco shrugged. "We had to get our dog so that was the only way we could get him out"

Tomas glared ever harder before huffing and sitting down in his seat. Rocco looked over to him and rolled his eyes, before reaching over and placing a hand on the Hispanic's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"C'mon, I'm sorry, okay? It was just a tactic, alright. And I promise never to do it again. Besides, we have Columbia now, so you should be happy" Rocco grinned.

Tomas turned to Rocco and gave him another frown. "Yeah and why the hell have we got this dog again? Not being funny but what the fuck are we meant to do with a hundred kilogram dog?"

Rocco shrugged and Tomas felt the nerve to whack the guy around the head but stopped himself, believing that it really wouldn't make any difference to his numbskull of a brain. Columbia in the back leaned forward and drooled all over Tomas's right shoulder leaving Tomas to screech in disgust and pushing the dog away. The dog then licked Rocco's left shoulder, leaving drool on his shoulder. Rocco growled in disgust and wiped the drool off with a tissue found in the compartment of the car.

They drove on and on, neither knowing where they were going but preferably to a hotel, no doubt.


A/N: Yeah, so that's the end. Look forward to the next chapter by Chloe (Raining Skittles) ;D Who else loves Columbia? C'mon, he's the cutest breed of dog, other than Dalmation of course. And yes, Rocco and Tam will probably end up getting a divorce unless they decide otherwise XD

Remember to review and let me know what you think~! :D