Huey's secret
Dewey's pov
It's night time.
I lay in my bed and hum a tune while writing it down in a songbook.
Someone joins me, but I'm too busy coming up with good words for my tune, that I don't know who it is.
It's probably Louie if I had to guess.
"What are you writing?" A voice that's absolutely not Louie's asks me.
"Oh. Hey Huey. I was sorta in my song world. Don't mind me." I laugh.
"Song? I didn't know you write songs." Huey states.
"That's cuz I haven't been too open about it. You know I write poetry, right?" I shut my music book for now.
Huey nods.
"Well I decided to put some of my poems to words one day. It's how I would memorize other poems and things." I shrug.
"Like 'Jabberwocky?' I remember you put that to a tune rather then just saying it." Huey offers.
"Yeah. Then, I decided to just write songs and stuff a while ago. I started playing piano just a..." I start to tell him.
"Wait, when did you start piano?!" Huey interrupts.
"I don't know. We were still on the houseboat. I started taking the lessons after school." I tell him.
"Oh. That's where you were. Did Louie know?" Huey asks me.
"No. I kinda feel like this is an interrogation." I joke.
Huey breaths a small laugh and smiles.
"Is there anything I don't know about you that you've kinda hidden like I did?" I turn to Huey.
He all of a sudden gets wide-eyed and starts to blush.
"Huey?" I place my hand on his shoulder with concern.
"Yeah. Sorry." Huey looks down at his hands.
"You don't have to share. It's ok." I assure him.
"Thanks." Huey simply replies.
"Hey! Get out of my space! Shoo!" Louie frowns.
We both laugh.
"Sorry, Lou." Huey grins.
Louie shoves himself in between us.
"You realize my bed is only fit for one duck, right? You both have perfect good beds not even 10 feet above or below me. I know that cuz I bang my head every morning and sometimes night." I sigh.
They laugh.
"Oh. I thought you were kicking my bed. All I heard was, BANG BANG BANG! And then I heard a, 'Sorry, Huey'." Huey quotes.
We all laugh for a while before just laying there in silence.
Webby then bursts through the door.
"Hey! I was wondering I could talk to you guys." Webby ask.
"Come on up to the favorite bed!" I joke.
She giggles and joins us on my middle bunk.
"What's up Webby?" Huey asks her.
"I was kinda just wanting to ask Huey and Dewey something. Louie, could you maybe step out for a second?" Webby turns to Louie.
"Fine." Louie grumbles.
He walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
"Uncle Scrooge was talking to me today and..." Webby starts off.
"Woah woah woah. Why did you call our Uncle Scrooge, your Uncle Scrooge?" Huey interrupts.
"He said to. I got overly excited about a monster thing, and he told me most kids wouldn't get this excited. Also, that Louie mostly just cries. Why does he do that?" Webby frowns.
"It concerns us too. Today, he accidentally closed the shutter too hard and he started crying.
He's sorta just REALLY emotional." I tell Webby.
"I figured that out myself. So...I shouldn't be worried about him?" Webby concludes unsurely.
"Don't worry about Louie. He tends to always be like that. He will be doing that more and more as you get to know him better." Huey shrugs.
Webby nods.
We hear a knock and we all whip our heads around towards the door.
"Can I come back now? It's really dark out here." Louie whines.
"Well, I guess he can come back so we have 4 ducks in a 1 duck bed." I joke.
Huey shoves my shoulder playfully as he tells Louie to come in.
Louie entered the room and climbed up to my middle bunk along with everyone else.
He immediately lays across Huey and I and Webby gets a worried expression.
"It's ok. This is normal." I whisper.
"Oh. Ok...I'm gonna exit." Webby waves and leaves the room.
"Guys, do you ever wish...we could maybe call Uncle Donald...dad?" Louie randomly questions.
Huey and I share a look of confusion, but also some kind of hope or something.
"Yeah, Lou. I guess he really still has a hope or something Della is coming back. I guess that's why he doesn't let us call him that." Huey answers.
"Oh...I don't think she's coming back." Louie hesitates.
I look down at the ground trying not to cry, for fear I will make Louie cry.
"It doesn't matter. Don't we have a great family now?" Huey suggests.
"Yeah." Louie nods in agreement.
We just lay there, silent for a while.
Finally, Louie turns to lay his head across my chest and he falls asleep.
"Of course." I smile.
"Good luck! I'll see you in the morning!" Huey laughs.
"Hey, what is in the morning?" I ask him.
"The junior woodchucks event you agreed to help me with." Huey smirks.
"Aw man! Why in the world did I agree?" I groan.
"Because you love me?" Huey makes a cute face.
I simply roll my eyes.
Huey laughs and disappears onto his bunk.
"Ready for lights out?" He asks.
"I guess. I'm surprised Louie fell asleep with all the lights on." I point out.
"He's probably not really asleep." Huey shrugs and claps his hands to make the lights turn off.
I smirk and clap my hands to make the lights turn on.
"Hey!" Huey complains clapping once more.
We start clapping ridiculously and the lights keep turning on and off.
Soon, the electricity goes out and I sorta maybe...scream.
"W-why is the electricity off? Where's Peridot? I need light!" Louie pops up screaming.
Louie named his phone, 'Peridot' Incase you were wondering.
"I thought you hated light." Huey points out.
"That's only because I'm actually REALLY scared of what's in the dark and out to get me, and I don't want a small light to know what is there. It makes it creepier. I have to have the ability to turn on the lights though. Please turn a light on!" Louie cries while desperately clapping his hands.
Huey comes back down to my bunk with a flashlight and we all huddle close together.
Mainly because my bed is so small.
Our door starts to creak open and Louie screams.
"Relax Louie! It's just me. I came to see if you guys were ok with the power outage." Uncle Donald tells us.
Louie jumps off the bed and into Uncle Donald's arms.
It's a bit hurtful that we aren't enough, but I also want Louie to be better no matter what.
Uncle Donald looks at Huey and tells him something in another language.
Huey answers back in that language and climbs back up to his bunk.
"Why did you do the whole different language thing?" I ask.
"It's Spanish, Dewey. Get it right." Louie teases.
"You know Spanish?" I ask him.
"¿Sabes Español?" Louie replies grinning.
"What?" I ask him.
"Te pregunté si Sabías español. No sabe nada. Tu secreto está a salvo, Huey." Louie speaks in Spanish again.
"I heard Huey. What did that mean?" I ask all confused.
"si hubieras tomado español, y realmente lo hubieras estudiado, lo sabrías." Louie shrugs.
"I'm looking all that gibberish up later!" I warn him.
Louie shrugs again.
"The houseboat powered down also. It's only this side of the manor and the houseboat powered down though. I think something blew a breaker." Uncle Donald suggests.
"Que definitivamente no era nosotros..." Huey mumbles.
"That means, 'that definitely wasn't us.' I just looked it up!" I cheer.
"Wow. Now you say it." Louie urges me.
"Uh...kee definatey area nostrils?" I ask.
They laugh.
"That was hilarious!" Louie exclaims.
"Well I'm going to go back to the houseboat." Uncle Donald tells us.
"No! I wanna stay with you!" Louie frowns.
"I guess you can come. Huey, no tires ninguna acrobacia." Uncle Donald whispers while taking away my translator app.
"Yes Uncle Donald." Huey recites.
Louie and him then leave and I spread out on my bed enjoying all the space.
I soon fall asleep, but not before wondering what all that Spanish talk was.
"Rise and shine! Get up get up! My alarm isn't working and you get the consciences of blowing a breaker last night!" Huey shouts while banging a pot.
"Ugh. 7:00? I'm not Louie, but I just wanna sleep today." I groan.
I wasn't feeling super well, and I didn't want to get moving yet.
"Sorry, Dewey. It's the junior woodchucks three person game day!" Huey exclaims.
"I don't feel good though." I whine.
"You will feel better after some breakfast. You need to get up and moving." Huey instructs.
I groan again and climb down from my bunk feeling very wobbly.
"I'm dizzy." I state holding my head and falling into a pole holding up the bunk beds.
"I'll help guide you. You won't be dizzy after you eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" Huey informs me.
Actually, breakfast sounds like the last thing on Earth I could possibly want right now.
Huey first places his arm around me and helps guide me downstairs.
"I-I think I'm ok." I tell him.
Huey slowly takes his arms away and things blur for a second.
I grab onto Huey and he gasps.
"What? Did I scare you?" I tease.
"Y-Yeah. That. Let's get some breakfast now. It should be pancakes. I know you like those." Huey sings.
Those sound horrible right now.
If I see and taste all the grease and butter, I think I might just be sick.
"Dewey Dewdrop! Get over here and talk to me!" Louie shouts.
"I guess he sorta has a nickname for me." I shrug.
"Need help getting over there?" Huey offers.
"I'm good. Thanks." I force a smile.
I walk over to where Louie is and collapse into my chair.
"You ok?" Louie places his hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah. I guess. Huey will just think I'm using an excuse to get out of the junior woodchucks thing. Plus, I was just sick. He wouldn't believe I was again." I explain.
"Oh. I thought he would like staying home and taking care of you." Louie grins.
"Why?" I ask him.
"...he's your brother. He's into taking care of sick people anyways. I can't stand it, really." Louie shrugs.
"Oh. Your right." I nod.
Beakly brings out the pancakes.
I would normally force-feed Louie due to him never eating anything, but it seems like I would have to be force-fed today.
"Welp, good breakfast. Want my pancakes Dewey?" Louie offers.
It's sweet, but I don't feel like pancakes at all.
Actually, I quite feel like I'm about to puke all over this table if I don't get out of here.
I give Louie a signal telling him I would be back and I run to the bathroom.
I totally get sick.
I hate this.
I feel like I'm always sick.
Thanks a lot, author!
I rinse my mouth out and splash some water on my face.
At least I feel a bit better now.
Maybe I will be able to put on an act and do the junior woodchucks thing today.
I walk back to the breakfast table and show the pancakes towards Webby.
"Ok, I get giving me Louie's pancakes that you don't want, but why did you just give me your pancakes too?" Webby whispers.
"Not feeling great. Pancakes won't help."
"Oh. I'm sorry about that. I think I can eat 3 servings of pancakes..." Webby thinks aloud.
I give her a thumbs up and I walk to my room to get ready for today.
I'm very pale.
My eyes look horrible too.
I sigh and start getting ready to go for the day.
I go into the bathroom to gel up my hair, but end up getting sick again.
"That's great." I frown while rushing to rinse my mouth out again.
I decide to bring some mouthwash Incase I get sick while I'm at the junior woodchucks thingy.
"Dewey! Time to go!" Louie shouts sounding quite desperate.
I walk downstairs seeing Louie backed into a corner, whimpering.
That's great.
"¡ no puedo creer te, Louie! ¡ casi revelas mi secreto!" Huey yells.
"Bueno, lo siento, Huey. ¡ tal vez no deberías tener secretos estúpidos como esos!" Louie argues timidly.
"¡ Confié en ti con esto! ¡ tienes que mantener la boca cerrada, Louie!" Huey complains.
"What's Louie keeping his mouth shut about?" I ask.
"H-how did you understand that?" Huey stutters.
"Translator app. Gracias, Louie." I smirk.
Huey gasps.
"Haha! Learn a different language, Huey!" Louie laughs.
Huey moves to pin Louie to the wall which causes Louie to start sobbing.
"Really?! You want our baby brother to cry?" I complain rushing to where Louie is trapped.
"If my secret is at risk, yes!" Huey yells.
"Wow. Uncool. Wait, does Louie know this secret and not me?" I ask him.
"Well..." Huey nervously laughs.
I push Huey away and free Louie who jumps onto me in a hug.
"I don't have to tell you everything." Huey argues.
"Am I not even as trustworthy as Louie? Wow." I frown.
"It's not that. It's..." Huey trails off.
"What? It's what? Am I too stupid? What about too loud? Oh, I know. It's my adhd, isn't it?" I shout.
"No, Dewey! Please understand. I just...can't tell you." Huey looks down at the ground.
"Then I guess I can't tell you anything anymore either. Louie, come with me." I grab Louie's hand.
Louie places his other hand on my upper arm and follows in fear from the scene.
"I don't think so! Louie I could trust with my biggest secrets. He comes with me." Huey glares at me.
Louie whimpers as Huey grabs hold of his other hand.
"Woah woah woah. You just pinned him to the wall for not being trustworthy!" I point out.
"It's all out of love. I have to keep this secret to myself. It protects everyone. It protects you." Huey's eyes soften.
Mine do as well and my heart pangs.
Huey then starts glaring at me again and he yanks Louie towards him.
When Louie cries out in pain, I immediately release my grip on him as tears threaten to pour down my face.
I just hurt my baby brother.
"L-Louie, are you ok?" I stutter.
"My arm hurts." Louie sniffs.
"This never would have happened if you had just trusted me for once. Am I really so horrible that you can't even share a simple thing with me?" I finally start to cry.
"It's not as simple as you think! If only you knew." Huey lowers and softens his voice.
"You could easily just tell me!" I say, feeling defeated.
"But I can't. You just don't understand." Huey sighs.
"Well tell me! Then maybe I could actually understand!" I cry.
"I already told you..." Huey starts off.
Oh no.
I'm feeling horrible again.
"I'm gonna be sick." I simply stare before running off.
I rush into the bathroom and gag up anything that was left in my body.
I rinse my mouth out, then just sit on the bathroom floor.
"You were...sick?" Huey whispers.
"Duh. I told you that this morning. Did you believe me though? Absolutely not!" I tell him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I make it seem like I don't trust you or anything." Huey comes and sits beside me on the ground.
I lay my head on Huey's shoulder who seems tense.
He soon relaxes and places his arm around me comfortingly.
"I hate myself." I mumble.
"What?! How could you hate yourself?!" Huey gasps.
"I always have. I'm too different. I'm too much of a lot of things." I sigh.
"If you mean too adorable, too funny, and too perfect, then you're right." Huey grins.
"Really?" I ask him.
Huey kisses my forehead and smiles comfortingly.
"You said I'm perfect." I state in shock.
I have been called a lot of things, but perfect has never been one.
"Yeah." Huey shrugs.
"Thank you." I completely hug him.
I may not know why he's hiding some kind of secret from me, but I know Huey has a reason.
He's logical.
I guess I will just have to wait and find out.
This secret will be revealed one way or another.
"What about your junior woodchucks thing?" I remember.
"That can wait. Today, I'm going to take care of my sick brother." Huey grins.
"Thanks, Huey."
A/N
Surprise! You don't get to find out what Huey's secret is! Haha! This should be the only duck that you don't find out their secret. The duck with the secret won't have the pov because then we would immediately know the secret because of their thoughts. Please review! Thanks!