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Louie's pov

They're taunting me.

They're actually taunting me!

I can't believe it.

My brothers are taunting me for stupid things I said earlier just wanting to get treats or something.

It works when Huey or Dewey are adorable for them to get treats.

Of course it wouldn't work for me.

How is that even possible?

I'm the youngest; I should be the cutest.

"Why would you say that? You're such a baby!" Dewey scoffs.

"Yeah really. You just need to wake up from your little world." Huey yells.

"Wake up!" Dewey shouts.

"Wake up!" They yell in unison.

"What? What happened?" I ask, sitting up in my bed.

"You were talking in your sleep. You've been asleep for a while now. We were worried." Huey says gently while running a hand through my hair to move it away.

I shove him harshly away which causes him to fall off the bed due to the sudden impact.

"Woah, Lou. That was a bit unneeded. Just a bit shaken up from that dream?" Dewey frowns, hugging me.

"Stop being so nice! I know what you really mean. You can just stop the act." I shout, trying to squirm out of Dewey's hold and failing.

"Aww. It was that bad, huh?" Huey whispers, joining in on holding me.

"Stop it! I'm not a baby and I know you don't care; so just stop!" I scream.

They exchange a shocked expression between themselves before slowly backing away.

"Lou, what's going on?" Dewey asks me with a scared expression.

"You're scared? Of me? Why do you think I'd hurt you? I'm your brother!" I tear up seeing this.

"No no no! It's not that! I just..." Dewey trails off.

"What? You just what, Dewford?!" I snap.

"I was just gonna say that I'm worried about you. You never snap at us like this. We thought you'd wanna come somewhere with us." Dewey offers, winking towards Huey.

"You don't want me there. The adults made you ask, didn't they? Didn't they?!" I holler.

Dewey yelps And grips Huey's arms from surprise causing Huey to gasp and stiffen due to having been zoned out before that.

"W-what was that, Lou?" He asks causing Dewey to now nudge Huey roughly.

"See?! SEE?! You don't listen to me!" I cry.

"No! It's not that! I was zoned out thinking. I'm sorry." He tries to cover for it.

"Yeah. Because I was apparently boring and you didn't care what I was saying in the first place." I yell.

"Shh. Calm down, Lou. He didn't mean it." Dewey whispers, walking towards me and placing a hand on my shoulder.

I shove him away, accidentally scratching him with my sharp nails.

He winces in pain and looks to me with hurt eyes.

He isn't hurt physically; he's hurt emotionally and I know that.

I gasp and turn around to apologize.

"I-I didn't mean..." I start to say.

"No! We've had enough. You're the one harming us! Not the other way around." Huey cuts me off.

"You didn't let me finish! I was going to apologize because the cut was accidental. I feel horrible about it already, but you just made it worse. Thanks a lot." I growl at him.

"Hue, maybe the best way to try and talk to Louie is calmly and lovingly. He seems to be more hurt when we yell." Dewey suggests.

"I think we should yell because he deserves it." Huey argues.

They continue to argue about how to treat me while I'm just standing right here.

"Hello?! I'm standing right here!" I point out.

"Yeah. So you can clearly see who cares about you more." Dewey points to himself.

"No way! It's tough love. It still counts as love." Huey shakes his head.

"I'm pretty sure it's me." Dewey laughs as if this were a joke.

"No possible way! The JWG says that tough love is the best love because you show them how behavior is not acceptable and that you want them to be the best they can be." Huey informs us.

They soon go back to arguing about who loves me more when I roll my eyes and walk away unnoticed.

It's not like I'm a tiny kid or something.

That's how they were treating me.

I slam the door causing them to stop fighting and look over.

I storm down the hallway bumping into Uncle Scrooge.

"Oh. You." I spit.

"Hello, Louie! How are yew dis morning?" Uncle Scrooge asks.

"How am...you just pretty much told me you hated me yesterday! You said I was a useless, lazy slug." I remind him.

"What?! I would never say such a thing!" Uncle Scrooge gasps.

"Yeah right! I bet you have security cameras in here and just don't wanna admit it." I huff and march away.

He calls after me, but I completely ignore him.

My brothers soon run up to me to see what happened.

As they question me, I just keep walking and ignoring them.

"Lou, we don't understand! Can I do anything to help you?" Dewey offers, kneeling down to attach to my legs so he can keep me in place.

"Clever. You said you didn't want to be around me and it was just an act to be nice to me! It hurt when you said it the most." I admit, looking down.

"Lou, I would never say such a thing! I promise! You know how much I love you, right? I have to tell you that constantly because you seem to never believe me. Why is that?" Dewey asks.

"I-I never noticed. I didn't mean to doubt you." I tear up and bow my head to hide it.

I've been crying too much.

Everyone probably thinks I'm a baby.

I secretly like the babying and attention though.

It makes me feel like they actually care for me.

I should probably let everyone do it rather than pushing them away and trying to be cool.

Wait a second, why am I doing this?

I'm treating them like they did me and that's not fair...or did they even do that?

I try and shove my hands in my hoodie pocket, but I realize it's not there.

I yelp, but realize I'm in my pajamas.

"Wha?" I whisper.

"Lou, it's ok. You didn't do it on purpose. It was just a bad dream." Dewey shrugs.

"A dream?! How? Huey still has his project." I point out.

"Yes, but you fell asleep while Huey was trying to figure it out. I was wearing lavender and you were laying across me because you were bored. Lavender makes people sleepy." Dewey explains.

"Oh. That makes so much more sense now. Besides, I would never say 'daddy'. That's just weird." I shiver.

"What?" Dewey frowns.

"Nothing!" I quickly reply.

"You know, you're actually pretty clingy when you're tired. It's pretty cute." Dewey teases.

How to respond to this...

I could always tell him I'm not cute and get upset about it to keep my cool.

On the other hand, I could reply nicely for once.

"I guess." I agree, blushing from not exactly responding like that before.

It's nice to get a compliment and to actually accept it.

Dewey randomly tackles me in a hug, laughing and smiling.

"This is nice, Dew, but where did Huey go?" I look around for my other brother.

"Oh. He went to the living room to set something up. We can go there soon though. You should probably go get ready for the day." Dewey suggests.

"Or maybe apologize to everyone. I'm sorry to you first of all. I should have trusted my own brother. I'm literally in my pajamas and I couldn't realize that all that happened was a dream." I sigh.

"It's ok. It was all a misunderstanding." Dewey laughs.

"Let me go grab my hoodie and I'll come back. Actually, do you wanna walk with me? I'm don't want you to have to be alone here." I offer.

"Sure! Thanks, Lou Lou!" Dewey exclaims, skipping ahead of me.

"Come on! Last one there has to do 20 push-ups!" Dewey threatens.

"Yuck! Physical effort for more physical effort?! No way!" I yell, catching up quickly.

Dewey is always faster though.

There's no way I can catch up.

Maybe if I pretend to fall, he won't make me run or do any push-ups.

I like that plan, so I follow through with it.

"Ow! Dewey! Stop!" I pretend to be hurt.

"Lou?! Are you ok?" He runs back and kneels on the ground beside me.

"N-no. I don't think I'll be able to run or do push-ups now." I whine.

"Nice try. I'll let you avoid the running and push-ups for now though. Just remember who's gonna be the better dancer." Dewey shrugs.

"You did not go there! You know how I feel about dancing!" I blush.

"Why are you so embarrassed of it? You're great if you try." Dewey grins.

"It's not that. Guys aren't supposed to be dancers. I for one don't think it's fair." I mutter.

"Wha?! We literally dance at studios. We have team jackets. Why are you just now thinking this after our whole lives of dancing?" Dewey sort of laughs for some reason.

"I don't know. I'm sorta with mostly girls and they sometimes tease me. I mean, singing and acting doesn't help either. I love it though. You don't get teased because you do practically every single sport. It would be weird if you didn't do the whole show biz stuff." I tell him.

"Well we've already had a life plan to be actors together with Huey as our manager and Webby as our bodyguard. We'd make TONS of money. I think that was one of your reasons you agreed to dance in the first place." Dewey winks knowing I'd like that.

"What does that have to do with getting teased about dance?" I point out.

"What does getting teased about dance have to do with working out and physical activity making you better?" Dewey smirks.

"Good point. Let's just go get my hoodie." I decide.

I hold out my hands out so Dewey can help me up and he does exactly that.

Dewey keeps holding my right hand as he decides to take the lead and guide me to our room even though I've been there a bunch of times.

I finally let him rather than pulling away or pretending it's gross.

Dewey seems surprised that I'm allowing him to do this without being so tired that I don't care.

"Lou, what's up with you lately? You were super upset over a nightmare rather than all scared and stuff, then you are literally letting me hold your hand right now." Dewey lists.

"I don't know. I thought the dream was real I guess. Now I'm sorry and I want to make sure you know I love you for once." I look away while admitting that.

"Thanks, Lou. That means a lot. You don't have to hold my hand though if you don't want to. I know you care." Dewey teases playfully.

"I wouldn't say it's a have to..." I whisper.

"What was that?" Dewey gasps, wondering if he heard correctly.

"You heard it right." I blush.

"That's so cute! You don't know how happy I am right now!" Dewey squeals.

"Well whenever someone can keep you contained, I better take advantage of it, right?" I joke.

He laughs and we enter our room.

I quickly change into my comforting hoodie before shoving my hands in my hoodie pocket and walking with Dewey to the living room.

"We all know you were feeling ignored lately, or like you only got the negative attention. Trust me, I know how that feels; so I may have just done something about that..." Dewey implies, opening up the door to the living room.

"Surprise! Happy youngest child day!" Everyone in the manor shouts.

"Woah! What the heck did you do, Dewford?!" I exclaim.

"You're funny, Lou. It's youngest child's day! We knew it was coming up and we wanted to do something!" Dewey throws an arm around me.

"A-all for me? I-I can't believe y-you guys did this f-for me!" I stutter from shock.

"If it wasn't for Dewey, none of us would even know this day exists." Huey admits.

"This was all you?" I look to Dewey.

He blushes and looks down before nodding and becoming all excited.

He's sorta odd, but I love him.

"Wow. I didn't know you care that much. Thanks, Dew. It means a lot." I tell him, my cheeks becoming warm as I refuse to make eye contact with him.

Dewey hugs me swiftly before rushing over to go dance in the middle of the room.

I watch and laugh as Huey approaches me.

"Hue, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for accusing you of hating me because of a dream and pushing you away. I've started realizing that it's me that pushes you guys away to be cool rather than you guys not including me or caring about me. You know that took a lot for me to say that, so I'm really hoping you'll forgive me." I plead.

"Lou, I was never upset. I'm sorry for trying to deal harshly with you early. I know it was a bad dream. I'm sorry you had that dream. None of us would ever purposely leave you out or make you feel like you aren't cared about." Huey assures me.

I grin listening to his words because Huey always knows the exact words to say.

"You're smiley today! What's up?" Huey laughs.

"Why are you pointing it out? I know it's kinda different and weird to see me so smiley but..." I sorta lose my point in saying anything.

Huey continues to laugh and pulls me into a hug.

"What's up with all the hugging? It seems like everyone is very affectionate today." I point out.

"It's because you're letting us. We're all taking advantage of it because you might never let us again." Huey tells me.

"Oh. I didn't mean to make it a thing like that. It's a simple thing really." I shrug.

"Well we always have you when you're tired!" Huey starts laughing again.

I pull away and roll my eyes.

"What? I like having little brothers." Huey says.

"Were triplets, Hue. Get over it." I smirk.

"You sound like Dewey now. You normally let me call you my baby brother and just give me an eye roll." Huey teases.

"Yeah. No more eye rolls though. It's not fair to you guys when I complain about not getting noticed in a positive manner when I'm the one pushing you guys away. I guess I sorta need to tell you something that you tell me all the time and I always pretend to gag and stuff. I love you, Hue and...wait. Are you recording this?!" I exclaim.

"Well I had to! I wanted proof that this was said. Plus, I wanna hear it whenever I like." Huey grins.

"Wow. Just wow." I shake my head in disbelief.

"I'm sorry I recorded you, Lou Lou. Do you want me to delete it? It means a lot just for you to have said that. I know it took a crazy amount of courage to say that to me." Huey offers.

"No thanks, Hue. You can keep it. I'm sorry it's so rare." I awkwardly apologize.

"Lou Lou, stop being sorry! You're too cute! I can't believe you're actually doing this for once! It's a nice change. Keep it this way please." Huey ruffles my hair.

I close my eyes and lean into Huey's hand as he keeps this up for a second.

"You like this? I thought you wouldn't like people seeing you all venerable like this or whatever your excuse is." Huey pulls me into his chest and keeps playing with my now messy hair.

I shrug and just stay like this for a few minutes until Webby starts screaming something.

"Cake! It's cake time everyone!" She shouts.

"I guess it's cake time." I groan from how loud she was a second ago.

I walk over to the cake and we all get a piece.

All except Dewey that is.

Where is Dewey?

It worries me that he wasn't in the middle of this trying to be ridiculous.

"Hue, have you seen Dewey?" I ask him.

"Don't worry about him. Just have some cake. I'm sure he'll be back." Huey tells me, clearly trying not to laugh.

"If you're sure." I shrug, taking a bite of my cake.

"Does that mean you trust me?!" Huey exclaims.

"Why are you so bouncy and exited? You're normally pretty calm and contained...But yeah. I do trust you." I add quietly.

Huey just smiles and helps me block the huge impact of Webby screaming something about presents.

"Wait, presents? You guys seriously even did presents?!" I gasp.

"Just some small things, but yeah. We did get you some presents." Huey says.

I squeal slightly and then put my hands over my beak.

Huey simply bursts out laughing and says something about that being cute or whatever.

"I don't know what that was! I didn't mean for it to happen!" I quickly tell him.

"Who replaced my stubborn, sassy Louie with this perfect, adorable child?!" Huey jokes.

"Perfect? I'm prefect?" I ask Huey, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"You've always been perfect. You're just at your full potential now." Huey nudges me playfully.

It's present time and that's what he was signaling.

"This is huge! What could this be? Is it a gold statue of me?" I laugh.

Everyone laughs and I try and reach up to unwrap the box, but fail being the slight shortest out of everyone.

"Get on my back and you can reach." Huey offers.

"Ok! Thanks, Hue." I climb onto Huey's back and finally reach the top.

After I unwrap it, j carefully cut the box reveal the gift.

"Surprise!" Dewey decked out in ribbons and bows jumps out.

I laugh and shove Dewey before briefly hugging him.

"I'm just kidding. We got you a real gift too. Here! It's a small package, but it contains a lot." Dewey hands me an envelope.

I open it and fall backwards to be caught by Mrs. Beakly who is behind me.

"M-m-my o-own bank a-account?!" I stutter.

"We even got some money started for you in there." Dad adds to the awesomeness.

I let everybody smother me in a group hug before they each say their own sweet things and leave except for my brothers.

"Lou, thanks for letting us do this when you aren't just completely exhausted to the point where you don't care. It's really nice for you to allow us to do this in public." Huey whispers, playing with my hair again and pulling me head down to lay on his shoulder.

"Don't abuse the fact. I'm still Louie. I still just wanna be cool." I mutter.

"Don't be. It doesn't matter. I'm not cool and you guys still hang around me." Dewey shrugs.

"Of course. You're my brother. I love hanging out with you." I admit.

"You getting all this, Hue?" Dewey asks.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss out on my baby brother saying all these sweet things." Huey tries not to laugh.

"Whatever. You guys really annoy me sometimes." I shake my head.

"We love you too!" Huey and Dewey say in unison.

Well, I guess this is a happier ending this time.

I was the original problem.

I was the one who pushed their affection away.

They weren't the ones that were pushing me away.

I feel pretty horrible about the whole thing.

I feel even worse about the way I treated my brothers since they probably tried the hardest to put up with me for all this time.

I owe them big time and I know a few sappy words won't make up for all those years.

Right now though, it seems like they've already forgotten.

I should forget it too because it's behind us now.

So that's exactly what I do.

I look down at my hoodie sleeves and wince as I place my right hand on my left arm.

Even though that was a dream, I've still been cutting myself for a while.

"Hue, Dew, there's something I need to tell you guys about."

A/N

Hey y'all! So I know the last chapter was REALLY inaccurate and so I knew that and wrote this. It's honestly still really fluffy cuz that's just what I do. I don't understand why I can't seem to write anything else. I guess it's ok though. Thank y'all for waiting on me so long. I was also on vacation last week, so that's why I didn't even do pms.

Here's a note to a a lovely guest who commented such a sweet thing last week! I don't know why it's tiny so I'm sorry about that. - Wow! I have no idea if Ghostlyfantastic will ever see this here, and I'll post it in my next story too because you deserve it, but I'm putting it here for now. I will try my best to get this message to you because that comment meant so much to me! I am sitting up at my dance studio having just finished teaching ballet and I thought I'd check up on this. When I found that sweet note, I was in tears from how awesome it was to get that note! Do you think you'd ever actually get an account? That would be awesome! Thank you so much for supporting me and I'm so happy that I was able to encourage you to start writing your own stuff! I would love to see it sometime! Btw, Wattpad is another amazing site and it's slifhtly easier to use and such. I will do my best to continue getting works up for everyone! Especially for people like you! Thanks again!