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It was around midnight, and Huey was unable to sleep. Instead, he was scribbling down notes, brainstorming ways to ask out Violet, but his ideas were either too extreme or too little.

"Fireworks…? No, too extreme… but lasers," Huey asked himself thoughtfully. "Maybe." he decided, scribbling it down.

On the bunk below him, Dewey groaned.

"Huey!" Dewey snapped.

Unlike Louie, who could sleep through a hurricane, Dewey was an extremely light sleeper. However, Huey insisted on keeping him up regularly by reading mystery novels or doing late night homework. Ah yes, his brother was the perfect epitome of the word "nerd".

"I'm brainstorming." Huey replied.

Dewey snorted. "It's midnight and you're brainstorming?"

"Yes I am, Deword." Huey smiled cheerfully.

Dewey just grunted, and put a pillow over his head, blocking out his older brother's voice.

Finally, Huey circled an idea that seemed pretty decent: Peeks Park. Peeks Park was a park that illuminated every building in Duckburg if someone went there at exactly sunrise.

"Hey Dew?" Huey said, leaning over to glance at Dewey from his bunk.

"What is it, Huey?" Dewey asked, annoyed.

Huey was unfazed by his brothers miffed expression and continued. "Do you think that I should ask her parents?"

"Why?" Dewey sat up and rubbed his swollen eyes, blinking to clear his blurry vision. The blanket fell off of his bare chest.

"Well," Huey said thoughtfully. "Didn't you ask Beakley for permission to date Webby?"

Dewey frowned. "Yeah, but Webby's her only granddaughter."

Huey nodded. "True. But might as well?"

Violet's mother, Joanne Sabrewing, worked for their uncle as a project manager. Violet's father, Anthony Sabrewing, was the author for a popular book series called The Insiders.

"If it gets you to shut up," Dewey huffed. "Then do whatever you want!"

Huey just smiled as Dewey went into the bathroom dragging his blankets and pillows with him. It wasn't the first time he had spent a night in the bathtub just so he get a good nights sleep. Dewey slammed the door shut and locked the bathroom door.

ooo

Anthony Sabrewing was busy.

He was working on his new book, scribbling down notes while drinking his third cup of coffee. He had no sleep the night prior, and he was sure he looked like hell.

He sighed, setting his pen down. On his desk was a picture of his family. He picked it up and ran his thumb across the wooden frame thoughtfully.

DING DONG!

"Honey? Those must be my new pens I ordered! Can you open it?!" he called out to his wife.

A very angry Joanne Sabrewing came into his office, her hands firmly placed on her hips. She gave him a look that clearly meant that he was in for a lecture.

"H-hey, honey." he said nervously.

Joanne glared at her husband, and Anthony mentally cursed himself for not showering, or at the very least, brush his hair. Joanne took in the sight of his three day old scuff, wrinkled suit and the dark bags under his eyes.

"Anthony," she sighed, walking towards the window in his office, opening the curtains. "How many times have I told you not to do this?"

Anthony recoiled when he saw the sudden sunlight. He blinked and rubbed his eyes.

"You've been here for almost two days now." she fussed.

"Two days?"

"Yes."

Mr. Sabrewing cursed himself.

"Huey Duck is in the living room to talk to us. I suggest you clean up." Mrs. Sabrewing sarcastically.

Anthony rolled his eyes when she walked out.

"Don't roll your eyes at me!" she called out.

"How did you…?"

"I just do! Not go clean up! Look presentable." Joanne ordered.

Mr. Sabrewing grumbled but did what his wife had told him to. In a matter of 10 minutes, he came downstairs, with a clean shave, brushed hair, and a well pressed dress shirt and slacks. He went from looking like a hobo to a presentable father.

Inside the living room, Joanne and Huey were chatting about her garden.

"Hello. Hubert, is it?" Mr. Sabrewing asked, extending his hand.

Huey stood up and shook his band. "Yes sir. These are for you, Mrs Sabrewing."

Huey handed Mrs. Sabrewing a bouquet of flowers and she gladly accepted them.

"These are gorgeous, Huey!"

Huey mentally noted that Mr. Sabrewing had called him 'Hubert' while Mrs. Sabrewing called him 'Huey'.

The three of them sat down.

"Let's get down to business." Mr. Sabrewing said, lacing his fingers together.

"Mr. Sabrewing, , I just want to let you know that you have an amazing daughter, and that I'd be honored to have your consent to date her." Huey started.

Mrs. Sabrewing rose an eyebrow, obviously confused. "Y-You want our consent?"

"Yes ma'am." he said seriously.

"That's very old fashioned, Huey." she smiled.

"I wouldn't want to do anything without her parents approval." Huey replied, returning her smile.

"Have you ever dated someone?" Mr. Sabrewing asked suddenly, and Joanne gave him a pointed look.

Huey turned red and ran his hand through his hair. "N-no sir."

Mr. Sabrewing laughed, but Huey knew he wasn't being rude. "It's okay. She hasn't either."

"I guess there's a first time for everything." Huey said.

Anthony knitted his eyebrows together, and spoke slowly. "Hubert, you have a good head on your shoulders. And you come from a good family. I know you'll take care of my daughter… but that doesn't mean I won't hurt you if you break her heart."

Huey paled. "N-no sir. I wouldn't never intentionally—"

Mr. Sabrewing laughed, and clapped Huey on the shoulder. He winced but eventually laughed along with him, though he was nervous.

"You're a good kid. I like your spunk. Now go. Go date her."

"Really?" Huey asked, grinning.

Anthony nodded and smiled. "Go. Before I change my mind!"

"T-thank you sir! I won't let you down!"

As Huey ran out, Mr. Sabrewing tried not to smile. He stood up and saw his wife grinning at him.

"I'm surprised, Anthony." Mrs. Sabrewing said, gathering Huey's flowers and putting them in a vase.

"About?" he asked.

"You. I never thought you'd say yes that fast."

"He's different." Mr. Sabrewing said thoughtfully.

"Reminds me of the time you asked my parents to marry me." Mrs. Sabrewing teased.

"W-what?! N-no!" Mr. Sabrewing denied.

"It's okay, honey." Mrs. Sabrewing said sweetly, kissing his cheek.

He pouted.

"I really think that Huey will stick around," Mrs. Sabrewing smiled, walking into the kitchen. "He seems like a good choice for Violet."

"He's a good kid." Mr. Sabrewing agreed, following her.

"If you were like that in high school, maybe my parents would have said yes and we wouldn't have had to date secretly."

He frowned. "So what if he dressed up? I—"

"—showed up to my house on your motorbike and leather jacket. I thought my mother was going to faint." she laughed.

Mr. Sabrewing pushed her up against the fridge. "We were different people back then."

He kissed her deeply, his fingers lightly grazing her breast. She broke the kiss hastily, furiously blushing.

"Looks like you haven't changed one bit since high school." she murmured, her eyes darting down to the growing tent in his pants.

"And for that my dear wife, you should be happy about that." he smirked.

Mrs. Sabrewing laughed as her husband carried her to their bedroom.

ooo

"How'd it go?" Dewey asked, sitting up on his bunk when Huey walked in.

"Surprisingly good." Huey smiled, shrugging out of his blazer.

"See, I told you you'd be fine."

Huey smiled. "Now all I need to do is ask her out."

"You got this, Hue."

"I hope so. Hey, where's Louie?"

"He and Lena stole Principal Featherbeak's cat, so they're in detention." Dewey said nonchalantly.

Huey groaned.

"At least they're together?" Dewey said halfheartedly.

Huey pinched the bridge of his nose and Dewey hopped down from his bunk.

"Let's figure out a way for you to ask Violet out." Dewey smiled.

ooo

Dewey was on top of Huey, pinning his arm down while he held his phone with the other hand.

"Just send her a text!" Dewey cried out.

"Texting doesn't come until step 34 of the Junior Woodchucks Guide to a Successful Love Life! I need to—"

"Huey! Love doesn't have any steps!"

"But—"

Dewey grabbed his phone and scurried up to Huey's bunk.

"Either we send her a text," Dewey growled, reaching underneath Huey's pillow. "Or your guidebook gets it."

Huey panicked, and instinctively reached underneath his hat. He cursed himself when he didn't feel his hat. Huey didn't bother wearing it because he had to dress up nicely for Mr and Mrs. Sabrewing, which meant he had to comb his hair, which meant he had no hat, which meant he had no JWG!

"You wouldn't." Huey growled.

Dewey unlocked his phone. "Your last conversation was two years ago about Math?!"

Huey blushed. "Shut up! Give me back my phone."

Dewey ignored him as he began typing out the message. "Hey, Violet, it's Huey. I was wondering if you can meet me at Peeks Park tomorrow at 6AM. I know it's early, but it's urgent."

"Dewey! Don't send that!" Huey cried.

"I saw your various ideas of how to propose to her! The sunrise one is my favourite. And it's Louie and Webby's favourite idea too."

"You guys went through my stuff?!" Huey asked angrily.

"Meh." Dewey shrugged.

"Don't send it—"

"And send."

Huey watched in horror as Dewey pressed send.

"What if she doesn't reply?" Huey asked.

"Well, she's typing." Dewey murmured.

"What did she say?!" he demanded.

"She said, 'Sure. What's up?'"

"What do I say?" Huey asked.

Dewey smiled and slid down the ladder, tossing Huey his phone.

"That's for you to figure out. Now go. Go have a conversation with her." he smiled.

With that, Dewey stepped out of their bedroom, leaving Huey and his phone alone.

ooo

The next morning, Huey and Louie got up early.

Huey checked his reflection one more time. His white collared shirt was well pressed, his black dress pants were ironed and flawless, and the bouquet of roses for her were in his hand. He ran his hand through his hair and Louie slapped it away.

"Stop messing up your hair." he chided, running a comb through it again.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous." Huey sighed.

"Don't be." Louie assured, fixing his collar.

Huey smiled. "I'm surprised you're doing this for me. Usually you sleep in until 12."

"Well, this is an important situation."

"Thanks Louie."

"It's nothing."

Huey saw that it was getting close to 5:30AM.

"I better go now if I want to get everything set up on time."

"Go. And be confident." Louie reminded him, hopping back into bed.

"Thanks. I'll see you soon!"

"Good luck!" Louie smiled before falling asleep.

Huey jogged downstairs and got into the car. He drove towards Peeks Park and resisted the urge to run his fingers through his hair. His fingers kept tapping against the steering wheel and he kept checking his reflection to make sure he still looked perfect.

When he arrived at the path, he looked at the empty path that led to a rolling hill covered by a giant oak tree. Huey smiled, grabbing the big bags of rose petals that he bought yesterday.

"Show time."

ooo

Violet stared in awe at the sight in front of her.

The sky was still dark, and the streetlights that stood on either side of the path were still dimly turned on. One of the paths were covered by hundreds of rose petals that led to a hill covered by a huge oak tree.

Violet walked towards the hill and she saw him. He was sitting against the trunk of the oak tree, and his eyes were closed. There was a light breeze that made his hair whip lightly, and Violet couldn't help but blush.

"Hey." he smiled, standing up.

"Hi." she shyly smiled back, giving him a hug.

After a long hug, Huey spoke.

"Vi… we've been friends for a long time now, right?"

She smiled. "Mhm."

"A-and we've gotten a pretty long time to get to know each other, right?"

"Yes."

"Well…. I can't tell you how much I feel for you. Words can't express how strongly I feel for you."

She blushed.

"But maybe I can show you."

He gestured towards the sea and at first, she was confused. Then, the sun began to rise and Violet gasped. She had always heard about the sunrise at Peeks Park, but never experienced it firsthand: The golden hue reflected off the water, making it glisten. Birds began chirping and the darkness slowly began turning into light. The street lights went dark, and Violet saw just how much effort he put into those rose petals alone. She watched in awe as Duckburg slowly flickered to life. It made her feel homey, and warm all at the same time. It was a pleasant warmth that spread throughout her entire body.

"That warmth you're feeling," Huey said, shaking her out of her thoughts. "That's what I feel for you. That's what I feel everytime I see you."

She blushed. "H-Huey… this is all so amazing."

"I hope you like it."

Huey got down onto one knee and held her hand with his left hand and held a bouquet with his right hand. Violet's free hand flew to her mouth and the question she'd been yearning to hear for 8 years finally came out of his mouth.

"Violet Sabrewing, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." she whispered.

"What was that?" he teased.

"YES, YOU IDIOT! I WILL!" she laughed, tearing up.

He immediately got up and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet.

"Are you crying?" he chuckled.

"No!" she sniffled, still struggling to stop crying from joy.

He rubbed her back, and placed a soft kiss on her head.

The new couple stayed like that for another hour, earning them strange looks from early morning joggers. But they didn't care.

They were finally together.