Chase's POV:
I woke up to a very loud engine coming to the lookout. I put my head out and saw Liberty on her scooter parking in front of the lookout. I sighed and went inside for a breakfast. I saw everyone already eating, so I thought I overslept my typical wake-up time. I finished eating my breakfast when Ryder came to me.
"Chase, come outside." He said. I didn't know what he wanted but went anyway.
"So, Chase. I think you might think that we will leave you here because of what you've done. But I called princess and she said she wasn't angry with you, so you will come with us. We are still a family." He scratched my ear. I nodded, but thought why? Why does the princess want to see me again, if I made her pup cry? It's not like Sweetie would even talk to me. I heard Ryder yelling to get ready for liftoff, so I ran to my pup house, grabbed my pup pack, along with Busby and a gift for Sweetie, and ran to the Air Patroller. As I got inside and jumped on my seat, I saw Skye giving me a death stare. I wonder if Everest told her. As we all sat down, we lifted off and flew to Barkingburg.
Sweetie's POV:
I was having a bath while Lucy was showering. We were talking about today. Just then, she told me something unexpected.
"Sweetie, I wanna just remind you. Chase is also invited and they are coming here in some time. I know what happened, but they are family, they can't just leave him behind." She said. I looked at her.
"But I'm not sad. In fact, I'm still happy to see him even if he hates me." I told her. I was indeed really happy to see him. I now know that he still hates me, but I still love him, and that wouldn't change.
"Aww, you are such a cutie when you blush." She walked to me and patted my head. I didn't even notice that I blushed. She reached for the two towels and gave one to me. We were walking to her room when I heard a jet coming closer to the castle. I looked out of the window when I saw Air Patroller coming here.
"Okay Sweetie, go prepare for the party. Then you can come to my room." I nodded and ran to my room to put on something. I put a pink flower on my ear and tried to put some light strokes of paint on my tail. I grabbed the Santa Clause's hat and carefully put it on my head. I looked in the mirror if I looked presentable. I happily went to Lucy's room. She was dressing up, with some new and prettier dress. I laid down and remembered the gift. I ran back to my room to grab it. I opened the box and admired the gift. But thought, if I should give it to Chase. I grabbed it anyway and went back to Lucy's room. She saw me entering the room and turned to me.
"How do I look?" She asked me. She was wearing a slimmer dress and a special Christmas hat.
"You look beautiful!" I told her and she smiled. We walked out and to the hall. There were some people, but I couldn't see Paw Patrol or Chase there. But I saw two familiar faces. I walked to them.
"Hey, Katie and Gasket," I said when I came to them. They both looked at me and smiled.
"Hey, Sweetie. Merry Christmas." Gasket said and hugged me. I returned the hug. Katie went somewhere else.
"Where are the others?" I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Me and Katie came here this morning to help decorate some stuff, so I don't know. But I heard the jet coming, so they must be at least in town." She told me. I smiled and walked back to Lucy. I placed my gift in the upper place of the stairs so no one would find it. Just then, I heard the door open. And there was Ryder, his pups, and most importantly,
Chase.
Chase's POV:
We were getting ready for the party in Barkingburg HQ. But as always, the girls were taking too long to prepare. I grabbed my pup pack and sat beside Marshall, who, I think, was waiting for Everest a few minutes now. He noticed me walking toward him.
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Some birdie told me... | Chase x Sweetie
FanfictionTwo pups, who were enemies, but never hated each other. Will they even become friends? Or will it jump straight to some relationship? Just another Swase story, connected with one part in my One-Shot book ("She is my pup!"). DISCLAIMER: I do not own...