That's Why I Love You: A Marshall x Everest Collection

Friends (Part 3)

The band just finished the last part of the bride's favorite song as the happy just-married couple walked to the principal table in the center of the scenario next to the band, laughing and greeting with their guests.

"I would like to make a toast!" The best man of the wedding called through the microphone, holding his glass of wine. "For Michelle and Chester!"

Everyone cheered and applauded, and the bride took his new husband from the tie and pulled him against her to kiss him, making them all let out a little "Aww" and cheer more.

Meanwhile, far in the distance of the crowd, in the other side of the room, two friends were seeing the cute scene with different opinions.

"They do make a cute couple. I'm happy for them." Commented Rocky, drinking from his glass of water because of his medical prescription of not to drink alcohol. His friend in the other hand, huffed at the scene seeing how happy there were, occasionally taking short sorbs to his double scotch.

"I only know that she was better with me." Zuma huffed again, rolling his eyes.

"You just dated her twice and never called her again."

"So? I'm still a better option." Said Zuma. Without warning, Rocky raised a paw and slapped the lab right in the head, making him whine.

"Sometimes you're an ass, you know that?" he commented.

"Nice way to treat your best friend, dude." Zuma said a bit annoyed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sometimes I ask myself why." He chuckled. "But speaking of friends, where's Rubble?" Both checked around but didn't see him.

"Maybe in the food table, if he hasn't ate it yet." Zuma joked before take another sorb to his drink.

Both headed to the food table in the other side of the party, which was filled with any kind of food you could imagine would be on a wedding, with an English bulldog already devouring all he could from it. Both Zuma and Rocky saw Rubble with a chicken leg on one of his paws and a huge crab's arm in the other.

"Well, at least someone's having fun." Zuma laughed a little, and since his bored mood, he started to look around, trying to spot any chick nearby, but what he saw interested him a bit more than that. "What do we have here?" he said directing his view to the other side of the food table.

Rocky was still laughing at Rubble when Zuma patted his shoulder to make him see too. "Dude, look at those two." He spoke pointing to two of their friends barely looking at each other with shy looks, avoiding any kind of close encounter between them.

"Marshall and Everest?" Rocky said scratching his head in confusion.

"If you saw what I saw, then you know that something's going on between them, right?" Zuma said. "I mean, you noticed the awkwardness, it was pretty obvious."

After a relatively long moment of silence, Rocky said in confusion. "So?"

"So?" Zuma said in total disbelief. "What kind of friends are we if we don't give them a little paw?" He quickly turned to Marshal and Everest with an evil grin.

"After all these years seeing how Chase and Skye tried so many times to do that, I decided to just let them be." Rocky calmly spoke, sipping from his glass. "Why the sudden interest on what happens between them anyway?" inquired Rocky raising an eyebrow.

At first, Zuma thought on a quick answer, but didn't make much effort on it. "I'm bored!" he finally admitted, now looking down. "Being in one-of-my-ex's wedding is not the fun I'd planned for today. Needless to say that Skye came with Chase, so I'm out of options."