Trapped

Louie's pov (alternating povs)

"What?! How am I, Huey Duck, getting a B in math?!" Huey hollers.

"Ugh. It's not a big deal. You'll get an A next time. You always do." I assure him, not looking up from my homework.

I'm almost done with my homework since I don't write out my work.

Why write it out if you can do it in your head?

My grades always stay the same anyways.

"Stupid Louie. You never understand anything! These grades mean more than anything! They'll get me into college and college grades will get me into work, and work grades will get me into a good life and money which all goes back to grades! Life is about grades!" Huey shouts.

I flinch and back away, putting away my homework due to being done.

"Uh...maybe you should..." I start to say.

"How are you already done with your homework?! I bet you don't have good grades and that's why we never see report cards. Let's see. How did you get 3 from A squared equals 9?" Huey looks over my work.

"Cuz that's the answer. 3 times 3 is 9." I shrug.

"No no no. It's A squared and it...wait. You're actually right. You didn't even work it out! You never have to work for anything! You just get everything you could ever want because you're adorable. It's not fair!" Huey complains.

"What?! You get more than I do! You have billions of badges and stuff with your junior, senior, whatever type of woodchucks stuff! Everyone loves you. That must be nice." I sigh, wishing I could be more open about my feelings so I could get more affection like my brothers.

"You're pathetic, Louie. You act like you don't get any love at all. That's not right. You get so much love, you should be overflowing with affection. I for example should be getting hugs from you every few seconds." Huey explains.

"...do you want a hug?" I offer, not knowing what Huey means.

"No way! I don't need that from you. I don't want to inconvenience you at all." Huey rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

That's not something you see him do a lot.

"Hey! Why are you always so mean to me? I don't understand! Do you like Dewey better or something?" I ask him.

"As a matter of fact, I do. He is so sweet and sensitive, but he's so adventurous and brave. Dewford Duck is absolutely perfect." Huey smirks.

"That's just wrong! I mean, Dewey is definitely all those things, but you're my big brother too! I love you and I just want you to be happy with me." I try a sappy talk.

"Yeah sure. Is there a security camera in here or something? Is that why you say that? Well I don't care if there's security cameras or not. I don't care for your stupid personality. You're my brother and that's the one and only reason I am stuck with you." Huey snaps.

"Where is this coming from?! What did I do?! You would normally never say anything like this! It doesn't make sense! It's like a math equation. You and Dewey make up my own self. It's like A squared plus B squared equals C squared. It's a known fact." I say simply.

Won't Huey understand it better as a math problem?

"That's the problem! You don't know who you are! You're just insecure and you have to pretend to be someone you're not all the time. You can't even do that! You're the most uncool person I know." Huey insults me again.

"You know what, maybe that's you! I've always looked up to you and seen you as practically a saint! You ignore me a few times and only hangout with Dewey? Big deal! I couldn't care less about that stuff then. Now, I'm done drooling over you. You aren't the amazing person I thought you were. You're just like everyone else." I start to cry while saying that.

I run out of the room sobbing and I bump into Dewey.

"Louie? Are you ok?" Dewey gasps.

I throw myself onto him and cling tightly while completely breaking down.

"What did Huey do this time?" Dewey sighs, messing with my hair to calm me down.

I shake my head and continue to sob.

I never thought my own brother could be that cruel to me.

"That bad, huh? Well we're just gonna do what we normally do, ok? I hate it when my brothers fight. Especially if one is crying. Let's go, Lou Lou. We're gonna get root beer floats and we're gonna watch a movie and it's going to make you feel better." Dewey declares.

He pushes me of him in a loving manner and just holds my hands for a second while grinning at me.

He gets me to give him a sad smile before we walk closely together to get root beer floats.

-Huey's pov-

Louie steals everything away from me.

I'm supposed to be the smart one.

How is Louie better at math than me?!

I couldn't even solve a simple problem like what times itself equals 9.

I don't even know what I said to him.

I always tend to say things that I don't even know around Louie.

Louie acts too sweet, adorable, and innocent sometimes.

He's the exact opposite of that, right?

That can't possibly be real when he just happens to be super adorable when he wants something.

Louie is just a big fake.

Louie should be an actor.

He actually likes acting and he's pretty amazing at it.

That and singing.

He's shy when it comes to singing which I find weird because he talks so much.

I don't know why I'm constantly thinking about him.

Louie is stupid.

He probably couldn't even tie a correct knot.

So what if he knows some math?

He sucks at science and so he should get worse grades than me no matter what.

I've never made a B before.

It scares me to know that it's possible with the way I study.

Where did I go wrong?

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"Hey Hue, can you please just take a few minutes to help me with my homework?" Louie had asked.

"You know I don't have time for people who don't take work seriously." I sighed.

"No, Huey. I do take it seriously! Why else would I ask you for help?" Louie pointed out.

He had a point.

"Fine. What do you need?" I sighed.

"Can you check my math and make sure I'm doing it right? My teacher said something about working out my problems better." Louie explained.

"That's because you don't write out your work. You have to show your work or you don't get full credit." I sighed.

"It's not that. She said I didn't add A correctly or something. I thought I knew how to do some simple algebra problems." Louie shrugged.

"This says A+." I show him.

"Wait, really?! On homework?! Wow! I've got to start not trying even more now! Thanks, Huey!" Louie exclaimed, rushing out to tell Dewey that his doing nothing works.

"Doing nothing can get good grades? Let's just see about that." I decided.

ᑭᖇEET TIE!

"Oh. That's what happened. Another problem that Louie was the cause of." I huff.

This is too much.

Louie is even messing with my grades.

If he's crying now, he'll be hysterical later.

-Louie's pov-

"Thanks for hanging out with me, Dew. It means a lot. I don't tell people that very often so take that as a compliment." I add.

"You say things like that all the time! You're so sweet." Dewey teases.

"Whatever. I love how we are having dessert right before dinner." I laugh.

"Yeah! Isn't it crazy? I knew it would make you laugh." Dewey grins.

"We should go ahead and go to dinner. I'm scared because Huey will be there though. What if he is still upset with me? You know how I feel about him...or felt." I sigh.

"Don't say that! He's probably just upset about his grades. It's hard to know your brother who doesn't spend a crazy amount of time studying can get better grades than you. I'm sure he didn't really mean it. Huey just has a thing with his work and woodchucks things. You know that, right?" Dewey gently says.

Gentle for Dewey is pretty rare, so I nod and just leave it at that.

Dewey knows I'm not taking this well though and so he moves to sit by me and wraps his arms around me.

"Thanks, Dewey. I need this. I don't understand why Huey seems to hate me. I mean, I guess I can really. I'm pretty easy to hate." I shrug before leaning into Dewey and staying pressed so close to him, I can feel his heartbeat.

"Don't you dare say that! I would slap you if I didn't know how much worse that would make things. I can list billions of amazing things about you just right now. I'd think of even more every minute that goes by. Huey just needs his space when he's doing his things. Do you want me coming in and yelling, singing off key, and flipping around the whole time you're watching tv?" Dewey gives an example.

"If it means you're there with me, then scream, sing off key, and flip to your heart's desire." I smirk.

"Oh Louie. You're just tired. Do you hear yourself? I think everyone needs some rest. We're all exhausted and saying and doing things we don't mean." Dewey yawns which is most likely fake to prove his point.

I remain with him in silence for a bit longer, staling from going to dinner.

"Lou, I'm sorry but there's no avoiding this one. Huey will probably apologize and it will all be fine." Dewey assures me.

"I hope so. I'd apologize too for sure if he did. I said some stuff I regret too." I finally pull away slightly from Dewey, leaving very little space between us.

Dewey presses our foreheads together and looks into my eyes with his own sparkling ones.

"Not everyone can be like you and me, Lou. I'm thinking Huey might just be jealous. That's all. He shouldn't take that out on you, but you have some fault too if you said some unnecessary things back to him." Dewey explains, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Why must you tease me, Dew?" I change the subject, smiling a real smile towards him.

"There's some security cameras in here, Lou. Besides, the adults are in the next room over." Dewey tells me.

"Aww. Well, we always have the nighttime of 'nightmares', right?" I put air quotes around the word, 'nightmare'.

"Let's have this conversation later. It's dinner time." Dewey stands up, causing there to be more space between us.

I sigh but give in.

It seems like I always give in to anything that my brothers want me to.

I walk into the dinning room with Dewey and we sit beside each other with Webby on his other side.

Where's Huey?

-Huey's pov-

I told Webby no.

She should have seen it coming.

I know it was bad, but it had to be done.

I can't control myself lately.

I hate that I've been upsetting people.

I wonder if Louie is ok.

I don't remember what I said to him.

It's like I'm being possessed by someone.

I can't even think for myself.

I look down at the blood on my hands.

It's not my blood.

I owe Webby a HUGE apology.

I can't believe I actually hurt her.

I honestly thought Webby couldn't be hurt.

I decide to clean up my hands and go to dinner to apologize to her.

Louie never actually got hurt, right?

This is the 3rd time this week I'm washing the blood of another off my own hands.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

A few tears escape my eyes and run down my face.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but it has to stop.

I splash some water on my face before drying off with a towel.

You can't tell I've been crying.

That's exactly how I want it.

I breath a few times before rushing downstairs with a smile on my face.

"Good evening, Mrs. Beakly! I bet whatever you have kindly prepared us today will be amazing as always!" I greet her.

"Why thank you, Huey. You truly are a great kid." Mrs. Beakly grins.

I wish that were true.

I sit across from Webby and she gives me a sad expression.

"Hue, are you ok?" I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder.

I shake it off roughly knowing it's Louie.

"Can I do anything at all to make you feel better? I don't like seeing you this way." Louie offers.

"I don't need anything from you! You're a useless, whiny, baby and you can't do anything for yourself. Why should you do something for me then?" I snap, immediately gasping and covering my mouth.

Louie pulls his hood over his head and goes back to sit beside Dewey.

Louie didn't cry.

That's sorta worrying.

When Louie's hood goes up, that never means anything good.

What did I even say?

This is a serious problem now.

I take a few more breaths trying to not hyperventilate.

Mrs. Beakly pus food on the table and we are asked to pray.

Louie reaches for my hand for the prayer but I snatch it away and refuse to hold his hand for prayer even though everyone else is holding hands.

Once we finish praying, everyone immediately starts eating.

"Wanna pass the mashed potatoes, Louie?" I mutter.

He glares at me and then slides the mashed potatoes over roughly which causes them to spill all over me.

"Hey! That's uncool!" I shout, standing from my chair.

Louie smirks at me and I do the only reasonable thing to do.

I pickup some gravy and pour it all over Louie's head.

The adults don't notice this at first and they continue their conversation.

"Oh it is on." Louie growls.

He picks up peas and throws them at me while I splash water all over him.

"Just trying to help you clean up, dear brother." I tease.

He grabs the whole bowl of punch and dumps it all over me.

"I was just helping to get your shirt back to it's red color." Louie shrugs.

We just start throwing everything in sight at each other while Dewey and Webby try to stop us, yelling for help.

The adults all turn around, but Uncle Donald looks the most upset.

"Stop NOW!" He screams.

I don't care and so I keep throwing food at Louie.

I then grab some seasoning and open the container.

"No!" Louie whimpers.

"Surrender!" I threaten him.

Before I can dump the seasoning on him, I'm lifted up by my messy shirt by a very angry and red looking Uncle Donald.

"Uh..." I stutter.

"Louie, I can't believe you did this to your brother! Give me your phone. You won't be getting it back anytime soon." Uncle Donald scolds Louie.

Oh yeah.

I can't exactly get in trouble with Louie around.

What a relief.

"Hey! That's nowhere near fair! It's Huey's fault completely!" Dewey argues for me.

"Stop accusing poor Huey of doing anything wrong! He would never start a food fight. If you argue anymore, Louie gets separated from you." Uncle Donald threatens.

Dewey quickly shuts up.

That's the fastest I've ever seen Dewey give up.

"I'm not Dewey, so I hope you won't punish Louie for what I'm about to say. Huey is the one who started the fight. Now two people have said that and Louie will gladly agree. I saw Louie all depressed earlier because of what Huey said to him. I don't know what that is, but it must have been a big deal to have a full-on food fight; don't you think?" Webby points out.

"Why is everyone against Huey?! I raised him, therefore, I know him better than that. Your arguing is making it worse for Louie. I'd stop if you care about him." Uncle Donald demands.

Webby crosses her arms and gives him an expression of disbelief and disgust.

"Go clean up, everyone. I can't believe you ruined Mrs. Beakly's fine meal." Uncle Donald sighs, letting me go.

They all walk out but he keeps me there.

"How are the emotions? I'm trying to take up for you, but I can't be unfair to the rest of them much longer." Uncle Donald whispers.

"I know. It's bad. I don't know what's making me like this. It's so horrible that I can't even be nice to my own brother." I look away.

"We have to find something to do about this. I know it's not a curse, so what's making you like this?" Uncle Donald seriously asks.

"I guess it's the whole Louie being better at something I've been working on so hard for so long. I'm constantly studying, yet Louie gets better grades without trying." I admit.

"Wait, Louie has better grades than you?! Why haven't I heard this?! When did this start happening? I thought Louie had really bad grades and that's why his report cards never came to me." Uncle Donald starts looking through Louie's phone to find report cards of any sort.

"This is all A's. Why wasn't I shown?" Uncle Donald declares.

"That's the point! He doesn't study or anything and yet gets better grades. I came home with a B in math today! Where did I go wrong? Louie does everything last minute and never studied or even shows his work. I just don't understand!" I cry.

"There's no need to get that upset about it. Some people just have that naturally and it does get annoying. He'll eventually have to start working just as hard because now I know he can do it and I want him to be great at school. I want that for everyone. At least you'll never have to worry about Dewey passing you up in anything." Uncle Donald tries to joke.

I laugh a little bit before nodding.

"Thanks. I'm still upset with Louie though and there's nothing anyone can do about it. It's pretty much always been like this. I've just never gotten along with him." I explain and walk off to shower.

After a refreshing shower, I head back through the desolate hallway looking for anyone except Louie.

"Huey! It's Dewey! Come here! I'm locked in!" I hear Dewey shout.

"I'm coming, Dewford!" I shout.

I almost never call Dewey anything other than his full name.

I rush around and find a key on top of a door frame of the door that all the shouting is coming from.

"I got a key! Hold on." I call out.

I unlock the door and Dewey cheers.

"Can I have the key please? I can take it back to where is supposed to really be. We got lucky that it was out of place though!" Dewey exclaims.

"Sure! Here's the key." I hand him the key.

Dewey then pushes me into the room, slams the door, and locks it.

"You aren't coming out until you actually love each other like family is supposed to!" Dewey huffs and I hear him storm off.

A feeling of panic rushes through me when I see Louie curled up in the corner of the dark room.

"Scared I assume?" I roll my eyes.

Louie winces as I speak and he turns facing the corner even more.

I can see that he's shaking.

What's he scared of this time?

Honestly, Louie is scared of practically everything, so it won't be that hard to figure out.

"There's a light in here you know." I inform him, flipping the light switch on.

Louie squeals and pulls a blanket down from a shelf in the closet area we are in.

He pulls the blanket over him and starts to shake.

I pull the blanket off and cross my arms.

"P-please d-don't h-h-hurt me." Louie stutters.

My eyes widen in realization.

Louie is scared of me.

I can't believe myself.

I'm so disgusted by my own actions.

I made my own brother scared of me when he used to constantly tell me how much he adored me.

I pushed him away.

Maybe that's part of the reason why he acts the way he does.

I was his role model.

I was always a horrible role model.

Saying sorry will never fix this.

It's too much to fix with some sounds that I put together in a apologetic tone.

"Lou, I deserve death. I've been so horrible to you that I can never fix it no matter what I do. If I can't be loving towards my own brother, I have no right to be walking this Earth. I'm so disgusted with myself." I tell him, even though it will change nothing.

"Don't you ever say that again! You will not die as long as I'm here and you aren't disgusting! Everyone makes mistakes because of their emotions. That's practically my whole life. Everyone blames me if there's a problem because they know it most likely is me. I'm always the cause. It's not like I'm just an adorable, perfect person like you seem to think I am. I'm very easy to hate. I'd probably hate me if I was you as well." Louie admits.

"I didn't mean to make you feel like you were hated. I know I probably did though. Lou Lou, if I can even call you that..." I stop to see if he's ok with me using that nickname.

"You're my brother, right? Do you can call me that. No one else though." Louie threatens.

I laugh.

Maybe Louie isn't that bad.

"Ok then. I really don't remember what I said. I sorta just said it. Is that how you feel most times?" I ask him.

"No. I know what I say good and well. I just can't stop it. I regret it and dwell on it forever though. That's why I try and forgive quickly. Hue, I know you didn't mean it. I know you're sorry. You barley ever cry like this that I've seen." Louie points out.

I guess I had been crying without realizing it.

"Wait, how can you forgive me for your whole life that quickly?! That's near impossible!" I shout.

"Shh. Please stay calm. I need it. I have a horrible headache right now. How could I not forgive you? You're my brother." Louie simply replies.

"Why does it always go back to that? Is there some sort of brother manual? If so, could I read it?!" I ty and joke.

Louie grins and grabs my wrist to pull me down on the floor beside him.

"No. You taught me. You taught me how to get through fights with Dewey, you taught me how to listen to Dewey, and you taught me how to love Dewey. You were the one that taught me everything about being a good brother because you are one." Louie explains.

"I am?" I stare at him in shock.

"Well if you aren't, I don't know who is." Louie shrugs.

"I taught you all those things by teaching you how to get along with Dewey when I couldn't even get along with you. Wow. That sure is an interesting way of learning. I'm sorry I taught you that way." I apologize again.

"The past doesn't matter. It's all about now. Don't you have a SJWG rule about that?" Louie smiles.

"You remembered my premonition! There is a rule like that. You know what, you're gonna be pretty successful in life. I just know it." I assure him.

"Wow. That means a lot coming from you." Louie looks to me with sparkling eyes.

We sit huddled close together on the floor for a while before we realize we can leave.

"Hue, want me to text the others and tell them we're all good now?" Louie offers.

"No thanks. I want to enjoy the time that I have with you right here and right now."

A/N

Hey y'all! Three days in a row! Yay! I'm hoping to make that 4 by finishing some other stuff I have planned. It's more Huey and Louie stuff. They don't have enough in my stories, the show, or anywhere really. Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!