Over the ride back to Duckberg, Dewey found that he wasn't particularly fond of Liam. He was adventurous, funny, was great with Webby. Basically all the stuff Dewey was. And for some reason that bugged him. Not to mention that Liam was somewhat handsome. That seemed to annoy Dewey the most. He couldn't describe the feeling he had towards him. He just didn't like him.
After a few hours of flying, Liam had fallen asleep. Webby leaned against him. "Something's bugging you," she said. Dewey gave her a look. "No, I'm fine," he said. Webby smirked at him. "Come on, tell me what's wrong! You've been acting distant the whole trip home," she urged. Dewey's eyes wandered to Liam, snoring loudly in his seat. Webby caught his glance. She smiled at him. "Is someone... jealous?" she teased.
Dewey turned red. "Jealous? Me? Of what?" he asked. Webby grinned. "There's no other reason for you not to like him. He's exactly like you! Are you afraid he might take your spot as my best friend?" she asked. Dewey hid his face in his shirt so she wouldn't see him blush. "Something like that," he said. Webby nodded with a chuckle.
"Oh, Dewey, you'll always be my best friend no matter what!" she said, giving him a hug. That made the duckling flush even harder. The plane started to shake. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are starting to reach out destination. Please do not be alarmed when we crash," Launchpad announced on the radio. Webby and Dewey rolled there eyes.
Webby tapped on Liam's shoulder, causing him to wake up. "We're almost to the mansion," she said. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and walked to the side of the plane. Looking out the window, he was amazed at the sights of Duckberg. Dewey eyed the teen. "Watch your back, Liam," he said under his breath.
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