Even the strongest sometimes fall

Dewey's pov

Another day of Louie constantly needing me to do things and Huey correcting practically everything I do.

It's normal.

Thanks to being Dewey of course.

Sometimes I wish I was in Louie's spot.

I'd get away with everything, never have to do anything, and never have anyone to look out for.

Then again, I love my place.

In my family, the middle child gets the most attention.

I think that's mainly just because I am...me.

I lay down and stare at my ceiling.

I can't go to sleep because I know Louie will need to come to me first.

He always does even though his bed is a few feet away from mine.

There he is.

Maybe I can get some sleep now.

I feel just like I'm going through the motions.

Louie doesn't even say anything.

He just climbs into bed and pulls the covers over him.

I shut my eyes ready for another night of restless sleep.

I wake up the same as always.

Louie still asleep and me wishing he would wake without me having to wake him so I could just go downstairs.

Before you even say it, no.

I can't leave him here because he will...let's leave it at that actually.

I check my phone.

No messages.

Does anyone care unless I'm doing something wrong or crazy?

I feel like just breaking down and crying.

I can't though.

You realize that when you are an older sibling, you can't cry in front of any sibling.

Or anyone who is younger really.

I sigh and hold back tears.

I don't even know why I want to cry.

Louie wakes up (with my help) around 10.

I don't hear anything anyone is saying.

I just nod my head and go on.

At breakfast, I feel sick and don't want to eat.

I simply get up from the table and leave.

I don't know who's staring or who's calling after me.

What is this feeling?

I sit in a room that simply has a sitting area and tv all day.

No one comes in.

I don't eat or drink

anything.

I feel horrible.

I still want to cry but you never know who's around.

"Dewey?" I finally hear.

That's the first thing I've heard all day.

Such a sweet voice.

"Dewey? Are you ok?" I hear the voice speak again.

Sweet, but not enough to pull me out of this trance.

"Dewey! It's me! GET UP!" I hear.

I try and manage something to say but hold back for fear of losing control and crying.

"Dewey? Please answer." I hear.

Times like this I wish I had my mom.

I had just found out something in the thing Selene gave me a bit ago.

Yesterday, I was cleaning up (yeah. I do that) and the sphere fell off my shelf.

My mom was seeming to have some kind of fight with Uncle Scrooge.

It was hard to watch.

I had to put it away.

I'll admit, there were a few tears.

I have to be a stronghold.

I can't break down.

"Dewey? You know it's ok to talk to me. It's just me, Webby." Webby says softly placing her hand on my shoulder.

It's too hard.

Once one tear falls, so do all the other long overdue tears.

Webby just hugs me as I lean into her and cry.

I feel so weak.

I hate it.

But I feel so safe and calm.

A few minutes later, I can finally come back into the world.

I hear, see, and feel clearly.

"Are you ok?" Webby asks with a worried expression.

"I guess I am now. I'm sorry. I just found out something upsetting about my mom through the sphere. It's hard." I admit.

"No need to be sorry. I get upset that I don't have my parents sometimes too." Webby shrugs.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry. At least you know what happened to yours though." I frown.

"I guess I do. You don't know one thing about your dad though." Webby points out.

"I felt like I was just going through the motions and couldn't see, hear, or feel anything. It was all foggy and blurred. I didn't want to eat or drink anything either." I tell her.

"Good thing I brought you some dinner then." Webby smiles and reveals a tray she had brought in.

"It's already dinner time?" I ask.

"It's 9:00. I was worried." Webby fidgets.

"Thanks for caring. Sometimes, I feel like people only care if I'm doing something wrong, upsetting, or crazy." I say taking a bite out of my food.

It tastes amazing after not eating all day.

"I know how you feel. Everyone was already busy before you came. When you got here, I finally had some people to talk to." Webby grins.

"I guess. Sorry for having to have this talk. I know you probably don't wanna." I laugh.

"I don't mind. I've never had somebody I could talk to either." She admits.

"Maybe we can talk to each other then?" I suggest.

"That would be great. Thanks Dewey." Webby leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

I grin, just glad to have someone here who understands.

"Wanna watch some tv?" Webby offers.

"Anything but Ottoman Empire!" I joke.

Webby laughs.

"Really! Louie watches that all the time!" I point out.

"Whatever. And Huey is perfect?" Webby teases.

"Absolutely not! Huey is great with smarts, but he's pretty horrible with trust and anything to do with affection." I tell Webby.

"I guess so. I know who will never get a date." Webby mumbles.

We laugh.

"This is fun." I smile.

"Very! We should hangout more often. We don't really hangout even being together and all." Webby blushes.

"I'm sorry. I'm horrible. There's no way I'm good enough for you." I frown.

"What?! You are better! If anything I'm not good enough for you!" Webby argues.

"Ugh! Enough with all this nonsense and let me watch tv!" Louie barges into the room.

"Ottoman Empire please." He sits in between us and takes the controller from Webby to turn on his show.

Ugh.

"Really Lou? I'm gonna tell Webby your nickname!" I threaten.

"What? It's not like you were watching anything." Louie shrugs.

I whisper Louie's nickname from me to Webby and she laughs.

"Oh no. You didn't tell her..." Louie freaks out.

"Lou Lou!" Webby and I laugh together.

Louie pulls up his hood in embarrassment and keeps his head straight forward on the tv.

"Maybe we can watch a movie another time." I suggest.

"Yes. But at the theater." Webby smirks.

"It's a date." I grin and we walk off together.

A/N

I got this idea from a comment from an amazingly awesome person, Cartoonlover422! Thank you! I had in mind doing something with Dewey, I just didn't know what. Please comment any ideas! Sorry, but I don't really do stories where they find Della or anything.