Rocky was humming quietly as he finished picking up the trash, listening intensively as Chase's and Zuma's laughter ring through the air.

"I won!" He heard Chase say, but taking a glance out from the corner of his eye, Rocky saw Zuma shaking his head.

"No way dude, I won." He said, with a smirk on his face. Rocky could only stare at the green eyes that were Zuma's, sparkling with excitement and thrill. Chase was also smirking.

"Best four out of three?" He asked. Zuma chuckled, picking up his surfboard and headed towards the ocean, Chase following.

"You'we on!" Zuma laughed, getting onto his surfboard. Meanwhile, Rocky sighed, turning around to face the two.

He'll never admit it out loud, but Rocky was jealous of Chase. Spending lots of time with his crush, always going head-to-head with him, it made Rocky feel ill. Then again, maybe Rocky's to blame, as Rocky was never much of a competitive sport player like Chase and Zuma were, and when he does play a sport, it's usually all in good fun. Rocky had feared his style of playing would be boring to someone like Zuma, hence why Rocky was willing to get his feet wet for the first time since forever.

Unfortunately, the plan isn't working out as he'd hoped, because every time Rocky felt the tiniest drop of water on him, the gray-haired teen would back away from the ocean like it had just insulted his mother. He sighed at the thought of his failures, feeling frustrated with himself more and more.

It's simply ridiculous that a teenager his age would so scared of water, but Rocky had a good reason to, a reason he didn't like sharing as it brought up some...bad memories. He's been trying not to remember, but every time he saw the clear blue, he would freak out and run away from anything water-related. The few times Zuma himself had tried to break him out of this fear, ended up making Zuma mad and stopped helping him altogether, which really hurt Rocky.

That is why he was pushing himself to at least take a dip, and hope by some miracle, Zuma would realize that Rocky was not a chicken and could get into the water if he really wanted to.

"Wishful thinking." Rocky mumbled to himself, going towards Marshall and Silvex, who were talking. Rocky didn't know what to make of Silvex, as he is Marshall's and Chase's friend more than the rest of the team's, but the gray-haired teen figured that a friend of Marshall's and Chase's, is a friend of Rocky's. Sitting down next to them, Marshall smiled.

"Hey Rocky, how's the swimming going?" He asked. Rocky shook his head as Silvex rolled his eyes.

"If everything was going swimmingly-" Both Marshall and Rocky grimaced at the joke. "Rocky wouldn't be here, Marshall. What's up? You have your floaties, don't you?"

"I do, it's just my fear holding me back." Rocky said, looking down at the ground, drawing a picture in the sand with his finger. "I am never going to get over it."

"Don't say that Rocky. You will, just don't let fear take control of you." Marshall said.

"Yeah, I mean, Marshall got over his fear of heights once he'd pushed the fear back, right Marshall?" Silvex asked, looking at the teen, who chuckled nervously.

"Well, you see...about that..."

"Marshall! You told me you were going to get rid of that fear once and for all this summer!" Silvex shouted, glaring at the black-haired boy, who shrunk under his stare.

"I know, I know! It's just...I've been busy, with rescues and things and stuff like that." Marshall said, rubbing his arm as he looked over his shoulder. Silvex shook his head and sighed.

"That's it, I'm taking you mountain climbing." He said, making Marshall look at him in shock.

"WHAT?!"

"Come on, you've had this fear of heights since I'd first met you! If Rocky's willing to face his fears-" Because Rocky had failed to mention that he was only doing it for the sake of Zuma. "You should be too! You're a fireman for crying out loud! Heights shouldn't scare you."

"I...I..." Marshall sighed. "You're right."

Silvex nodded his head before looking back at Rocky.

"As for you, Rocky, get back into the ocean. You'll never get over this fear if you continue to pout like you are doing now." Silvex said. Rocky paused before nodding his head slowly, getting up.

"Alright, thanks Silvex. I needed that." He said before running towards the ocean. Marshall eyes went wide.

"Rocky wait! Don't forget your wings!" He shouted, but Rocky was already in the water, going further and further from the shore. Silvex frowned.

"Will he be alright?"

"No, because Rocky can't swim." Marshall said, getting Rocky's wings and headed towards the gray-haired teen before he gets the chance to drown himself. Silvex blinked.