Ch 1 Charles Wallace

Narrator POV

"Chase...if only I could tell you I love you...and more than a brother..." Marshall whispered, as he ran into the PAW Patroller.

A new pup, named Charles Wallace, had been elected to be the new spy pup of the Paw Patrol. During their welcome, Chase and C.W. had confessed to being best friends way before the existence of the Paw Patrol, and the pair looked so close that Marshall had suddenly been enveloped into jealousy, thinking that Charles Wallace was stealing Chase away from him.

Charles was a fine-looking pup, with one emerald green eye and one cerulean blue eye. He looked like Chase, except he had a brown patch on his stomach and eye, and instead of a beaver-like tail, it resembled a squirrels'.

His outfit was just like Chase's spy outfit, and his gear was still being manufactured.

His pup tag had night vision goggles on a neon green background.

The German shepherd also had a lisp like Zuma. He is also a Christian, a Protestant to be exact. He started believing in Jesus at the age of 4, meaning he has ben a Christian for three years now. Which also means he's 7 years old. He was slightly older than Marshall but younger than Chase, his birthday during March. He was also promoted third in command, just right after Chase's spot. According to Marshall, Charles Wallace had "stole" the Dalmatian's spot!

No, "Wallace" was not Charles's last name. "Westacott" was. And no, "Wallace" wasn't Charles's middle name, either. His whole first name was indeed Charles Wallace!

At first, his parents had thought about naming him "Theodore Jacob", meaning "follower of God", but later insisted on themselves that his name should be "Charles Wallace", thank you very much.

Why they were in the Paw Patroller, the reason was simple: we were going to visit the jungle, and go camping. Tracker, Rex, Tuck, Ella, and Everest were the only Paw patrollers Charles hadn't met, and this trip was going to introduce themselves.

I climbed onto my seat, right between Chase and C.W. The extra seat had been added a week ago.

"The seats awe so soft, Chase! What'we they made of?" Charles asked the other Shepherd.

"100% cotton," Marshall replied before Chase could say anything.

"Um, thank you, Mawshall, but I was asking Chase," Charles said with a smile.

"Sorry," Marshall said apologetically, turning to the window.

Chase followed my gaze. "Look, C.W., this is the beach."

"C'mon Chase, call me Chawles." The spy pup rolled his eyes.

"Alright."

Charles Wallace turned towards the window and gasped. "This is spectaculaw!"

"I know," Rocky said, from the end of the seat. "But, I have hydrophobia. I prefer the warm sand."

"Oh."

"Whoa, look! A dolphin!" Chase exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah!" Charles said, his eyes meeting the aquatic creature.

"It's so cute!" Chase squealed.

"Just like you," I mumbled, with a dreamy sigh at the end.

"What was that, Marshall?" Charles asked.

"What? Oh, nothing!" I blushed.

"Okay." Charles Wallace turned back to the window. "Ooh, a seagull! See it, Chase?"

"Oh yeah! It's pretty big, too, don't you think."

"Yeah. Must eat a lotta fish."

"It is big," I said.

"Yeah. Chase, a flock! Look!"

"Wow."

I turned to Chase. He sure was looking at the flock, barely blinking as his head moved from side to side as the patroller turned left and right. "I think that one's flying better than the rest," the handsome Shepherd said, pointing to a gliding seagull.

I wanted to reply, but talking to Chase?! Impossible!

"Y-yeah, it-it is," I stuttered. "Seriously?" he thought. "I couldn't say three words without making a mistake?" Marshall blushed red as his firetruck as Chase turned to the Dalmatian, smiling one of his most charming smiles. Much to his relief, the German shepherd changed the subject.

"Are you excited to meet the others, Charles?" Chase asked.

"You bet!"

Time Skip9:30, Morning

"Chase, wake up, we're at the campsite," Rocky said.

"Tracker's here, and Rex's here already," Marshall added. "It's so much easier talking to your crush when he's sleeping," he thought.

"Wake up, Chase!" Charles Wallace whispered into the Shepherd's ear. "That muzzle of his is so close to my Chase!" Marshall thought, frowning.

"AHH! I'm up, I'm up," the Shepherd mumbled sleepily. "We're here already?"

"Yep!" Skye yipped.

"Cool. C'mon, Charles, let's start pitching the tents as soon as Ryder permits us."

"What about me, Chase? C-can I help too?" Marshall said, trying to sound normal.

"Sure," the shepherd replied. Now let's get outta here!"

"Whoo!"