6:37 P.M.
Groaning, Dewey went back into the kitchen to get another cookie or two. Those past three hours he spent trying to help Scrooge and Donald with putting out the fire were exhausting for him. Doing so, and occasionally putting Donald out whenever he caught on fire felt like it was taking way longer than three or four hours. The little duck just wanted to eat more cookies and go straight to bed. Luckily for him, he won't be doing that again... Anytime soon anyways.
When he went to open the lid, however, he saw a note taped onto it.
He raised an eyebrow as he grabbed it and read it.
'Dewey,
There is something I need to tell you. So come to our room
when you're available, because this is really important.
-Hubert.'
'That's odd. What does he need to talk about?' He thought, scratching his head in confusion. It could relate to why he's been acting nervous for the past couple of days.
Hopefully that was the case.
He decided to eat some of the chocolate chip cookies beforehand. After he finished eating the cookies he ran to their bedroom.
He slowly opened the door, and saw Huey sitting down on the couch; he was seemingly lost in thought. Since it was getting dark, the lights were brighter than it would be during the day. Louie was nowhere to be seen, nor anybody else. Just Huey. Seemed like what Huey wanted to tell him was a private thing as well, not just important, whatever it was. For some reason, the room smelled like roses and acacias. Either somebody brought some flowers into the room and they're nowhere to be seen, or it was a spray that made the room smell nice. It didn't matter too much though.
He took a moment before entering, and then went up to Huey.
Dewey sat down next to him, "So what do you need to talk about?"
"How do I begin? Uhh... We've been through a lot, you and I, good and bad." Huey started, "And well, uh..."
"The point being?" Dewey asked impatiently.
Taking a deep breath before answering, he confessed, "...I'm in love with you."
"Say what now?" He said in a shocked tone. That was definitely not what he expected.
"Look, I know we're brothers, and that this is wrong!" Dewey put his hands on Huey's waist and face, "But I- Dewey, what are you doing?"
"Showing you exactly how I feel about you."
He pulled him closer and pushed his beak up against Huey's. This caused his face to turn as red as a tomato. His eyes grew wide from surprise. He was going to make the first move, but this worked too. Can't really complain, now could he? Closing his eyes, Huey kissed back. They didn't care how wrong it was; It felt too right for it to matter at this moment. It was a moment they wanted to last forever. After a few minutes in which time seemed to stand still, they broke off the kiss. There was only silence as they stared into each other's eyes. The older one of the two grabbed the other's hands and moved them away from his body. Moving away, he inhaled deeply.
"Should we even be doing this?"
"Does it matter? We did it now, it's not like it's going to be the end of the world."
"But what if they find out?"
"They're not going to! We can figure this whole thing out together. We can make sure they don't find out."
"And I can help you two love birds." Louie added, plopping onto the couch.
Huey and Dewey almost yelled from being startled by him. Where did he come from?!
"Louie, you HAVE to stop doing that." Huey said.
Louie just laughed in response.
The both of them groaned. All they wanted was some private time, and the youngest just appeared out of nowhere like he always does. He must be extremely quiet if he's always doing that somehow. However he does it, they were getting real sick and tired of it. And how would he know when to pop up?
Wait a second, speaking of which...
"Hold on," Huey began, "how do you even know about this?" They both demanded in unison.
"Does it matter how I know some of this?"
"Yes!"
He sighed in annoyance. "Alright fine." Louie plopped onto the bed, "I'll tell you. But you won't like the answer."
"Which is?" Huey asked.
Knowing that they'd get on him, Louie prepared to run out. "Huey, I looked through your diary and Dewey-"
"You WHAT?!" He exclaimed in anger.
Louie laughed nervously, "Uhh... Sorry?"
"You're not supposed to do that! Invasion of privacy much?"
"Uh, I think Uncle Donald's calling, heh, see ya!" Louie bolted out of the room.
"Get back in here, Louis!" Huey would have gone after him if Dewey wasn't holding him there.
"We can get back at him later. For now, let's relax and enjoy ourselves." He said calmly. "But wait, you have a-"
"Don't ask."
Normally it'd be the other way around, Huey making sure Dewey doesn't hurt himself or anybody else. Although in this case it was necessary, seeing how Huey wasn't too happy with Louie at the moment. A few minutes after calming down, they went on to talk for a while. They discussed how they were going to do this whole thing, i.e. keeping this a secret, and what they could do for their first date, etc. Well, if they were able to get to have a date anyways. It would require knowing the perfect time for them to do so without getting interrupted or anything.
Meanwhile...
He was trying to catch his breath. Louie looked behind him, Huey was nowhere to be seen. Either he lost him or Dewey stopped him. Either way, he was safe, for now. Knowing them, they'd get payback one way or another when he least expected it. He'd have to be on guard.
Louie sat down, taking a moment to relax. He may have been the evil triplet, but there are some things that even he shouldn't do. Like going through Huey's diary, for example. There will be a lot of things that people like him will do, but even they have limits.
Such as-
Throoooom!
What was that? Louie looked up above him to find a part of a grappling hook. His eyes widened and he got back up to run again.
Whatever Webby's planning to do, he wasn't wanting to know.
Louie ran downstairs nearly into the next room. He hopes to make it to another room at least as his legs were ready to give out; Louie wasn't going to let them collapse on him though. Opening the doors he tries to find a place to hide.
Although before he completely could, he got knocked down by Webby landing on him.
"I promise I won't go through Huey's diary again, just don't hurt me!" Louie cried to be set free.
"I'm not going to- Wait you go through his diary? Isn't that an invasion of privacy?"
"Yeah? And he's mad about that right now."
"I would be too if people went through my stuff like that. Although I am curious..."
Webby got off of Louie and helped him back up. They started walking back to Webbigail's room.
"What's in there?" Webby asked.
Louie looked behind and in front of him before whispering, "Huey and Dewey are in a relationship."
"Pff what? Nah!" She replied in disbelief.
"Yep."
"There's no way."
"Yep. Not pulling your leg or anything."
"That can't be true. If it was, though, why are you telling me this?"
"Why not? Besides, it's not like you're going to tell anyone."
Louie opened the door for Webby to enter before he did.
"It's not like you believe me anyways."
"Well how about you try and prove it to me then?"
"Will do." He said, walking out of the room to get drinks for the both of them.
Oh if he knew how much trouble there could be from this...
Later...
It was night out. The moon wasn't completely visible due to the clouds covering it, and it was silent. Maybe there were some sounds from a cricket, but other than that, not a single noise.
Dewey kept tossing and turning like the sea. He couldn't sleep tonight apparently. Everything was running through his mind, including their mother... Della Duck, who'd been gone for ten years, which was most their lives. He wanted to know what happened to her.
Dewey grabbed the pillow and put it on his face groaning and grunting, trying to muffle the sounds. He just wanted to be able to sleep and not think of anything right now. He put the pillow back, feeling annoyed, and sat up.
Because Dewey's vocalizations annoyed him, Huey couldn't sleep either.
Huey got a little of the thin blanket off of him and looked down at Dewey. "Is there something wrong, Dewey?"
It took him a minute to reply. "...What would mom think of us?"
Huey opened his mouth a couple of times, thinking he had an answer when he didn't. He couldn't respond to that. How would she think of this? Of them being in an incestuous relationship? He wanted to reply, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to give a plain 'I don't know' either. Because of that, only silence had answered him.
Seeing how Huey didn't reply, he thought that he said something wrong. "...Sorry, I'll just get to falling asleep."
"No, no, it's fine. I just... I'm not sure what to say, honestly." Huey sadly said.
He really didn't think about that. Sure, he had thought of their mom a lot, and he was sure that the other two do as well, but the entire time this thing had been going on... Never had he thought of that. Only of what Scrooge and Donald and everybody else in the mansion would think. Donald would definitely flip a shit, Scrooge would be pissed as all hell, everybody else would probably be... Disgusted. But their parents knowing about this if they were alive? He didn't even think of what they would think until Dewey mentioned Della.
Maybe like Scrooge and Donald, they would grossed out, or mad, or both even? This really had him thinking. He was focused on everybody else that they didn't even come to mind. They never really knew their parents so they couldn't say for sure, or even estimate of what they would think.
Sometimes they would ask Donald what their mom was like, but every time they did he wasn't able to tell them much without wanting to cry. Whatever happened must have really been terrible. They would ask what happened to her, but they felt like it was best not to so they left it be. However they wanted to try actually asking sometime, considering Dewey saw their mother on the portrait that was in the garage, and they were curious.
They would have to ask another time, though. It was late and they needed sleep. That, and everybody else was asleep as well, or at least most of them were.
"Who knows what she'll think... But it's late and we better hit the hay." Huey yawned, patting the bed. "You can sleep next to me if you want."
Dewey replied as he stretches, "Nah, not tonight. See you in the morning, Huey." He tried to sleep once more.
"Goodnight, Dewey..." He quietly said, getting the blanket on his whole body.
Maybe one day they wouldn't have to hide their love for each other. Ever.
Someday...
