Hello all. . . Sorry it's been so long since i updated this story. I got sidetracked with other stories, so be on the lookout!
I chose an interesting song here, and i hope you like the way I interpreted it.
Enjoy!
Just like Chase, Skye had trouble talking to Marshall. Though in a different way, she felt just as guilty as the Shepherd did. After all, she coaxed the shepherd into kissing her in a moment of weakness. In the process she hurt four pups, including herself, and Ryder.
In the past, before the pups had mates, she openly flirted with all the pups. Usually to get them to do something she wanted them to do, and in Chase's case, because she really liked him.
But she now realized, maybe too late, that it was inappropriate to flirt with someone who was already in love with someone else. No matter what she did, she couldn't change the shepherds mind. He was in love with Marshall, not her.
She opened her pink tinged brown eyes and stood up, turned around a couple of times, than laid back down. After a few moments her eyes popped opened again, and she sighed. Finally she gave up on sleeping and walked out the door to her pup-house and into the night.
The moon was nothing more than a thin crescent of light in the dark sky. She gave a wry smile. In a way, it the sliver of moon mirrored how small she felt. Deciding to spend some time outside before trying to go back to sleep, she walked over to a nearby tree, and sat down on her stomach. Looking up at the stars in the night sky, she started to sing a song that pretty much said how she felt. . .
Pretty girls don't get hurt, can't feel anything.
When will I learn?
I push it down, push it down.
The cockapoo stopped for a split second, and then instead of continuing to sing the first verse, she sang the second as a way to forget the pain came to her. . .
It's done now, and I'm a mess.
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this.
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame.
As a tear started to make its way down her cheek, she made up her mind. . .
One, two, three. . . One, two, three, drink.
One, two, three. . . One, two, three, drink.
One, two, three. . . One, two, three, drink.
I'll throw 'um back, 'till I lose count.
She stood up and continued to sing. . .
I . . . Wanna swing . . .From the chandelier.
From the Chandiler.
I . . .Wanna live like tomorrow doesn't exist.
Like it doesn't exist.
I'm. . .Wanna fly like a bird through the night.
Feel the tears as they dry.
I . . . Wanna swing . . .From the chandelier.
From the Chandiler.
Skye stopped singing and started to wipe away her tears with a paw when a familiar, soft voice startled her.
"Skye, please don't do that. . . It won't solve anything."
She spun around quickly and was stunned as looked into a pair of familiar blue eyes. "Marshall. . ."
"Don't punish yourself like that." The Dalmatian walked closer to her without taking his tear-filled blue eyes off her. "It would only hurt me more."
The cockapoo rolled her pink-tinged eyes. "How could I hurt you more than I already have?"
"You could make me feel like I failed as a big brother," He said simply. Marshall waited for his words to sink in, and then he continued. "When you came to the PAW Patrol, you had no family like the rest of us. We quickly became close, like brother and sister. . ." As he spoke, more tears came to her eyes. "I noticed your crush on Chase before anyone else. And even though I was disappointed for me, I was happy when you started going out together. . . When he started moving away from you and started coming closer to me, I was conflicted. As much as I loved finally having him, I knew how much it would hurt you when you found out. . . When you did, it hurt me as much as it hurt you. . . I was going to talk to you but-"
"Rubble found me first. . ." She gave small smile at the memory. A tear rolled down her cheek, "he told me he'd always loved me. . ." Suddenly, the bulldog amber eyes flashed through her mind. The eyes that showed her completely unconditional love no matter how much she flirted, and she took advantage of them.
He walked closer to her. "Skye, I'm sorry for taking Chase away from you."
"Oh, Marshall. . ." She buried her face into the Dalmatians chest and let the tears flow. He gently stroked the top of her head with his paw. After a moment, she looked back up into the blue eyes that always gave her comfort whenever she needed it. "How can you be so kind after I almost ruined your perfect relationship?"
He continued to softly stroke the fur on her head. "Let's just say my parents were never kind to me and leave it at that. So when I was on my own, I made a promise to myself that I would never treat anyone the way I was treated." He let a tear run down his cheek. "Like I told Chase, there's nothing you could do to make me not love you anymore." He placed his paw under her chin, and brought her eyes to meet his own. "You'll always be my little sister, Skye."
Awww. . . Am I a softy or what?
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