"Well, what do you wanna play next? Ooh, how about 'Sacky Sack'?" Webbigail said as she threw the ball into the air, kicking it towards Huey. Dewey quickly tackled Huey out of the way, falling on top of him. The ball went straight through the tree instead, making a hole in it and causing it to fall over on its side.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie were all shocked as they saw what happened while Webby had her hands on her face.

"Oops."

Huey shifted his eyes towards Dewey, who was still looking at the tree that fell over. Everything went silent; time seemed to have stopped, and his heart started to beat a little faster. 'What in the world...? Everything felt like it... Froze. Is this normal or am I-'

Dewey looked at him, asking, "Dude, you alright? Got hurt anywhere?" Those words made him snap out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine, Dewey." He replied, "But can you get off of me?"

"Oh, right." He got up, brushing himself off. Huey got up as well and looked back at the tree that fell over. Louie was still staring at it, while Webby was looking for the ball she kicked.

Huey had to admit, she was really strong; he bet that his siblings agreed. All of that training she went through really paid off, as long as she didn't accidentally knock them out kicking stuff at them... Or cause other things to fall down.

She got the ball and laughed nervously. "Sorry about that."

"It's alright, at least nobody got hurt." Huey replied looking at Dewey and Louie, "...Or so I hope."

"Yeah. We're fine." Louie said, reassuring him.

Huey smiled. "That's good. Well, I'll see you guys later." He waved to all of them as he walked back towards the mansion.

Everybody waved goodbye back.

She lowered her hand after Huey leaves her sight. "...Did I scare him off?"

"Nah, he probably has some stuff to think about," Dewey answered as he put his hand on Webby's shoulder. "So you're fine."

Webby let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She was glad she didn't scare one or more of her new friends off; she was expecting they would leave in terror due to the fact that she injured one of them.

When Huey was out of everybody's sight, he bolted through the door and up the stairs.

Catching his breath, he thought, 'What in the heck WAS that?' That experience was something entirely different. He had never felt anything like it before, and whatever that emotion was, hopefully he only felt it in that moment.

Was it was a crush blooming? Maybe. He had a few crushes before, but it was never like that. Not even once. The feeling was difficult to describe. He wouldn't know how to put it into words. But he knew that it was there; he also knew that it shouldn't have been. Dewford was his brother for crying out loud!

Again, hopefully it was only for the moment. This one he would need to wait awhile to see if it was remained. For his sake, hopefully it would go away like nothing had ever happened. But if Dewey felt the same way, how would they keep it a secret? Uncle Donald and Scrooge would blow their tops right off! Donald would most likely-

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathing in, 'Calm down Hubert, you can think about it.' Breathing out. 'There's no need to panic. Go to the bedroom, and get this off your mind for awhile. Yeah, that sounds good.' He got up and went to his room. Going through what they have, grabbed one of the video games, and put it into the QuackStation 3. Playing a puzzle game would help him deal with his emotions, he had thought.


Two days later...

Walking down the hallway with the Junior Woodchucks Guidebook in his hands, Huey looked for a certain part in the book, despite it mainly being a survival guide.

'Come on where is it? I know it's here somewhere...!' He thought, skimming through the book. He needed some information regarding his situation. It took him a few minutes, but he found it.

"Aha! There it is, I think." He said, starting to go through the section. 'Incest is where people very closely related are in a romantic or sexual relationship. Such acts are taboo in society- Okay but what do I do?' He skimmed the page, getting near the middle. '"I don't know, do whatever you want, I'm not the law." "Well that wasn't of any help".' He sighed, looking at the guidebook and then putting it away. Looks like he'd have to figure things out on his own.

While he was going up the stairs he started thinking of what he could do. He should go for it, he thought, since these feelings didn't look like they were going to go away anytime soon. Nor did it seem like not saying anything would help, either. There was nothing else he could do besides that. He'd have to let the future decide, it seemed.

In the middle of the hallway, he opened the door to his bedroom, which he shared with Dewey and Louie, and sat down on the couch.

"How am I going to do this...?" He quietly asked himself.

"Make some cookies," Louie replied, munching on some chips, "that should help."

Louie's remark scared the shit out of Huey, making him almost literally jump off the couch. "Do you like scaring people, just popping out of nowhere?!"

He ate a few more chips before answering. "The scaring's unintentional."

"Don't we have cookies though, or?"

"Out of chocolate chip cookies. You know how he loves those."

"Hmm..."

"Besides, you can tell him while eating the cookies, so there's that."

Huey smirked and went towards the door, ready to run out. "Thank you, and uh... How did you-"

"It's not important for how I know, now go get him."

He ran out of the room, straight downstairs and into the kitchen. He collected everything he needed for making the cookies, pre-heated the oven, and hummed while doing it. Minutes later, he put the cookies in, making sure the timer was set, and sat down. He cleaned up any mess that was made, so he didn't have to worry about that. Nothing was on the table; it was completely clear of any items. He got out his Woodchuck Guidebook to pass the time since he knew it was going to be awhile. Going through the book, his mind began to wonder off.

Would the kitchen be the best place for this? Anybody could walk in on them at any time while they talk or anything they could be doing. The bedroom would be the best bet, as there's less of a chance for them to be interrupted and they could always lock the door if necessary. Best case scenario, Louie would walk in on them, or pop out of nowhere like usual. Especially since Louie knew about it... Somehow. He always seemed to know things like that without either one of them telling him. How Louie knew was way beyond the both of them. Maybe he spies on the both of them...? Nah, he wouldn't do that with his brothers. Hopefully he doesn't anyways. Although how would he tell him? Tell him straight up or-

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The noise startled him, making him get right out of his head. Huey got up and checked the cookies. They were done already it seems. 'Huh... Did fifteen minutes pass by that fast?' He put on the oven mittens, pulled the cookies out of the oven, and put them on the counter to let them cool down. Sighing, he sat down.

Dewey came into the kitchen, smelling the cookies.

"Ooh," He went to grab one but Huey smacked his hand.

"They just came out of the oven, don't touch them."

He groaned and went to sit down, crossing his arms. Huey sighed, "I don't want you to burn your hand, Dewey. You can have them all in a few minutes."

"Alright- Wait did you say all?"

"Yeah. Made them all for you."

"Sweet!" Dewey said smiling wide; then it started to fade into suspicion. "Hold up a second, what's the catch?"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't usually make cookies just for me," Dewey leaned in onto Huey, "so what's the deal?"

Huey moved away from Dewey. "N-nothing! What, can't I do that every once in a while?" He got up and checked to see if the cookies were cool enough, which they were. He put them all in a container and put it on the table.

Dewey snatched a cookie right afterwards and started munching. Huey smiled, seeing his younger brother happy. It soon faded though, and he took a few deep breaths in and out.

'Get it out and over with, Hubert...' He thought to himself, taking one last deep breath. As he opened his mouth, their Uncle Scrooge came into the kitchen with the tip of his tail on fire. Whatever happened, he clearly wasn't happy about it. He noticed the flames on his tail and put them out. Huey closed his beak.

'Oh god damn it...! Of course, right as I was about to say it too.'

Dewey nervously chuckled, "I'm in trouble for that, aren't I?"

He nodded. "Yep." Scrooge then moved his index finger, gesturing Dewey to come with him. Groaning, he got up to follow him. Dewey looked back to Huey and told him 'thanks' before going with his uncle.

Sadly sighing, Huey put the lid on the container filled with cookies. There's always later, he guessed. Wait, of course! Grabbing a piece of paper, tape, and a pencil, he began to write something on it. After he was done writing everything he needed to write, he taped it onto the container and went back to his room upstairs.

He knew exactly what he was gonna do now.


A/N: Thanks for reading this everybody, and for enjoying it too if you did. I never really write anything so I'm sorry if this wasn't all that amazing ha. And thanks to a friend of mine for editing this, since she's better at writing than I am haha.