The Not-So-Ultimate Writer: hmm, I guess a horse and a wandering albatross to create some sort of… off brand pegasus? so that way, I can fly AND run on land
I'm so fucked up, here's the next chapter:
The next day, Lena was getting things from her locker. She had an entire day's worth of detention, and she was exhausted. Someone walked up from behind her and gently put their hands over her eyes. She smiled as he softly whispered in her ear.
"Guess who?" he asked.
Lena had to laugh. "You're not funny, Louie."
He let go of her and pouted. Lena rolled her eyes and punched his arm, which made Louie grin.
He and his brothers had grown over the years. Louie was a lot taller than Lena, which irked her, because he constantly teased her about it. Lena and Louie had grown close over the years, especially ever since they started high school. She was his closest friend, and he was hers. But that didn't stop Lena from, inevitably, having a crush on him.
But who could blame her?
Sometimes, she wasn't sure where she stood with Louie. He could be flirtatious at times, and they've gotten close to kissing multiple times, but Lena always put a stop to it before anything could happen and fray their friendship. She always had to be careful when he was in one of those moods, considering he had a charm that many people couldn't resist.
"Are you coming over?" Louie asked her, carrying her bag for her.
"Yeah, but I'm not spending the night." she replied.
"Aww, why not?" Louie asked.
She smiled. "Lou, as much as I like spending the night with you guys, Webby insists on cuddling, which you know I hate."
He laughed. "You can just sleep with me."
Lena snorted. "Yeah, and earn a month's worth of teasing from the guys."
He grinned. "Why? You don't want to sleep with me?"
She turned to him and slyly smiled. "Not one bit."
He put a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "That hurt, Lena."
She sassily smirked. "Good."
Just then, a group of girls walked by them.
"I can't believe the all famous Louie Duck is best friends with her." one sneered.
They weren't even making an effort to be discreet. Lena recognized her. She was in her fourth period Math class.
"I know right? Do you know she's Magica DeSpell's niece?" another commented loudly.
Lena felt self conscious and Louie tensed, glaring at the girls.
"C'mon, Lena, let's go." Louie growled, grabbing her arm and pulling her away.
That's when someone said, "So Louie is friends with Uncle's arch nemesis' niece and she doesn't even care? How pathetic!" another scoffed.
That was enough to push Louie over the edge. His face turned red with anger and his fists were tightly clenched.
"SHUT UP!" Louie roared.
The girls shrunk.
"IF YOU SAY ONE MORE BAD THING, I'LL RIP YOUR HEADS OFF. FUCK OFF!" Louie bellowed.
They scurried off, and Louie let out an anguished sigh.
"Ignore them." Louie grumbled.
"It's whatever." Lena frowned.
"Lena…"
"Seriously, Louie. Just drop it." she said.
They reached the parking lot where they found Dewey and Webby kissing against their car. Dewey was really into it, his hand slithering up Webby's shirt. Webby scowled and slapped his hand away.
"We're in public!" Webby hissed.
Dewey sheepishly smiled. "Sorry."
Louie whistled. "Looks like you two need some privacy. Lena and I can take a taxi."
Webby blushed. "S-shut up, Lou."
They laughed.
"Hey, where are Huey and Vi?" Lena asked.
"They said to not wait for them and that they're coming home late." Dewey shrugged.
"Then let's go." Lena smiled.
The four of them got into the car, and drove home.
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Huey and Violet were in the forest, bird watching. Both were calling each bird by their scientific name to make things more… fun.
"A Turdus migratorius, street name, 'Robin'!" Huey smiled.
"Look!" Violet shouted. "A Cyanocitta cristata!"
She pointed at the bluejay and Huey snapped a photo.
"This is such an exhilarating date!" Violet said giddily. "I never knew how much fun this was."
Huey laughed and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "I know right? The others think that this is lame."
"Well they're wrong. This is incredibly fun." Violet smiled.
After another hour of bird watching, Violet grew tired. Her legs felt like molten lead and she didn't understand how Huey kept going. She wondered if he could use that stamina for other activities.
Shut up, Vi. she mentally scolded herself.
"I don't know how you manage this everyday." Violet panted, tired from running around and capturing snaps of birds.
Huey laughed. "I guess it's all the adventuring with Scrooge."
"Mhm?" she teased. "And none of this is from your Junior Woodchuck training?"
He frowned. "The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook—!"
She quickly cut him off with a kiss before he could go on an hour long rant about his guidebook.
"Kidding." she teased.
"Let's go back home?" Huey asked, stuffing the camera in his backpack.
Every step Violet took felt like she was wearing one of those heavy ankle braces, the same ones prisoners wear. She wasn't sure if she could even take another step.
But she didn't want to disappoint him.
"Y-yeah." she managed.
Huey noticed her struggling, and he smiled. It reminded himself of his first major outing with the Woodchucks. He wordlessly picked her up, and carried her back to the mansion.
"I can walk, Huey!" she laughed.
"Mhm?" he teased.
"I could never be a Woodchuck. I would die halfway." she laughed, resting her head against his warm chest.
"No dying on my count." he smiled, kissing her forehead.
They reached the mansion and Huey carried her to the living room sofa. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with an ice pack and some muscle cream.
"Some muscle relief cream. I only use it whenever I go out for a long hike." Huey explained.
He sat down on the end of the couch and put her legs on top of his lap. He gently rolled Violet's pant leg up, revealing her upper thigh. He blushed. Her skin was smooth and he resisted the urge to roll her pants up any further. Violet wasn't doing any better. She tried not to squirm around as Huey tended to her leg with his cold hands.
He gently applied some of the cream to her leg, and Violet let out a soft moan.
"Huey," she sighed as he gently massaged her calves. "A little higher."
He furiously blushed, but did what she asked. She threw her head back in bliss when he massaged her upper thigh. Huey turned red. Maybe she had the same reaction for other activities…
Shut up, Huey. he mentally scolded himself.
He set the ice bag on the leg he just finished massaging and worked on her other leg. He couldn't get enough of Violet's small moans and gasps escaping her lips.
"Now we rest." Huey said.
And with that, Scrooge found the young couple fast asleep on the couch after a long day. He chuckled and turned off the lights, gently shutting the door behind him.
ooo
It was around midnight. Back at the amphitheater, Lena sighed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Lena couldn't forget what those ratty girls had said:
"I can't believe the all famous Louie Duck is best friends with her."
"I know right? Do you know she's Magica DeSpell's niece?"
"So Louie's is friends with Uncle's arch nemesis' niece and she doesn't even care! How pathetic!"
Louie snapped at them and told them to back off. When she went over to their house, Louie pulled Lena aside and told her to ignore the jeering girls, and not let them get to her.
Lena sighed. Why was Louie friends with her? When it came to status, she and Louie were polar opposites. He lived in a mansion and she lived underneath an amphitheater. He had a loving family, and her only family had attempted to kill and control her. Lena groaned and sat up, obviously distressed. She knew those girls wanted a piece of Louie, and Lena couldn't blame them. He was hot. He was practically royalty in Duckburg, which also meant that he was royalty in Duckburg High. He and his brothers were Duckburg's very own residential golden boys. She glanced at her mirror, and scowled. Lena had never thought of herself as attractive. She opted to cut her own hair into a messy undercut, wore edgy clothes, and always thought of new ways to get into trouble. Lena shook her head when she thought of those pretty, posh, and rich girls. They seemed to be a much better match for her crush than she would ever be.
"Ugh, shut up me!" she snapped into the darkness.
Growing tired of pitying herself, Lena got out of bed and threw on some clothes along with her leather jacket. She climbed up the ladder onto the stage, and walked over to the parking lot, where she kept her motorcycle. With an angry growl, Lena kickstarted it, and sped all the way to Violet's house, ignoring almost every traffic law in Duckburg.
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Violet let out a shrill shriek when she saw Lena knocking on her balcony window.
"Violet? Is everything alright?" her dad called out.
She tried to get her jumpy nerves under control, and shakily replied, "It's nothing, Dad! I just dropped my textbook!"
"Okay. Go to bed soon! Tomorrow's a school day!" he said.
"Okay!" she shakily replied.
Violet locked her room door, and rushed towards her balcony.
"Lena!" she hissed, gently opening the window.
"Hey." Lena nodded, climbing in.
"What are you doing here? It's past 12! Did you come here all by yourself?!" Violet demanded.
"Listen!" Lena snapped, shaking her shoulders. "I need the names of a few people!"
Violet, along with being a science whiz, was also a computer genius. She could hack into almost any computer system.
"Why?" Violet asked.
"These 3 girls were teasing me at school and—"
"Hold on. Some girls were teasing you? But you would've punched them out!"
"And I will as soon as I get their names!" Lena snapped.
"Why didn't you do this at school?" she grumbled.
"Because Featherbeak said I'm on thin ice!" Lena grumbled.
Violet rolled her eyes, and logged onto her computer, going into the school's files.
"What did they look like?" she asked.
"I know they're in our grade. I've seen them in some of my classes but didn't bother getting to know their names."
Violet opened up the Grade 12 files.
"They were bitches. Pretty blonde bitches!" she spat, her voice laced with venom.
"Shh," Violet said softly. "My parents are asleep. Now, which of your classes are they in?" she asked.
"Math."
"Who's the teacher?"
"Mr. Duckson."
"Which period?"
"4th."
Violet opened up the attendance records for Mr. Duckson's period 4 Math class, and went down the list. Lena checked for any familiar faces.
"Ooh! Right there!" Lena said, her eyes landing on a pretty blonde duck.
"Hailey Quacker?" Violet questioned.
"Hailey Quacker." Lena repeated.
"What about the other two?" Violet asked.
"If I can find one, I can find the rest!" Lena snapped.
"Okay, okay. Calm down! Just tell me what you're going to do. You are not going to harm her."
Lena rolled her eyes. "Why?"
"For starters, she's the daughter of the CEO of Quacker Enterprises." Violet said, going into her file.
Lena scowled. "I don't give a damn who her parents are! That doesn't give her the right to be an entitled bitch! Give me another good reason why I shouldn't rip her esophagus out!"
"And you're already on thin ice with Featherbeak. Even if you do beat her ass, she'll just snitch on you." Violet said.
Lena hesitated. "If I get caught—"
"And it's morally wrong!" Violet concluded.
Lena scowled. "I'm doing it. One swing to her pretty face and then I'm done."
"Lena—"
"I'll cover my face."
Violet sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to stop Lena.
"What's her address?" Lena asked, rummaging through Violet's closet and pulling out a scarf, and wrapping it around her face.
"3459 Rodell Drive. Be safe."
"3459 Rodell Drive…" Lena repeated, writing it on her arm. "Don't worry. I will."
With that, Lena hopped out the window, and climbed down. She gave Violet a small two fingered salute, revved her bike, and drove off.
ooo
"3453, 3455, 3457, 3459!" Lena grinned, once she saw the mansion.
It was a big mansion, but not nearly the size of McDuck Manor. Lena kept her helmet just in case the scarf wasn't enough to protect her identity, and in case the Quacker family had any security cameras. Lena grabbed a rock and aimed it directly at the center bedroom. Just as she was about to launch it, another rock whizzed by her head and shattered the window!
"What the…?!" Lena asked.
She turned around, only to see…
"Louie?!" she asked, shocked.
He had that sarcastic, troublemaking smile that had always made Lena weak in the knees. His tousled hair lightly whipped around in the night wind, and his dark eyes had that mischievous glint as usual. He had no mask on, and he didn't make an effort to cover his identity.
"Hi." he greeted.
"What are you doing here?!" she demanded.
He shrugged. "Just… dropping by."
"I'm serious! What if you get caught?! If you're going to vandalize someone's property, make sure you cover your face!" she fussed.
He waved her off. "Violet already disabled the cameras!"
"She told you I would be here?!" Lena asked hotly.
He didn't lose the smirk. "No."
"Then?!" she asked.
"Because I know you, Lena," Louie said gently, with a serious expression. "I asked Violet to give me Hailey Quacker's address because I knew she's in your Math class. I knew you were pissed, but couldn't risk suspension because Featherbeak is up your ass. I knew you were going to do something bad to her, and I wanted to help you because she's a bitch." he spat.
He launched another rock and it hit another window, the glass shattering on impact.
"So," Louie continued casually as if he did nothing wrong. "I asked Violet to disable their security cameras and came here. On the way, I picked these up."
He reached into a bush and pulled out a sledgehammer and some gloves. He tossed a pair to Lena and she caught them. He gave her the sledgehammer and gestured towards Hailey's golden 'Lamborghini for the Lord'.
Lena grinned. She raised the hammer and brought it down. Within a few minutes, her 'Lamborghini for the Lord' looked more like a 'Lamborghini for the Whore'. Louie tossed her a can of spray paint and together, they took turns vandalizing the Quacker's property.
"Hey?" Lena realized. "Where are the Quacker's?"
"Some movie. They left an hour ago." Louie replied, spray painting a very detailed penis onto Mr. Quacker's Porsche.
An hour later, the Quacker's lawn looked more like a dump than a mansion. There was broken glass everywhere and very detailed images drawn on their lawn with spray paint. Their cars were reduced to nothing but scrap metal, and almost everything window was broken.
Louie grabbed the sledgehammer and broke down the front door.
"Shall we?" he asked, kicking open the remnants of the door.
She grinned and followed him into the house, and immediately saw a collectible baseball bat inside a glass case. Louie and Lena shared a knowing glance and he smashed open the case. Lena took the bat for herself and they turned on the lights, seeing various collectibles and paintings. Almost everything in the mansion cost a fortune.
Lena raised her new bat, and broke one of Mr. Quacker's collectible statues from Europe.
"You sure we shouldn't take anything for ourselves?" Lena asked.
"We're con artists, not thieves. When someone messes with you, you mess with them. When someone steals, you steal from them. An eye for an eye." he explained. "So no, by the laws of con artistry, we are not allowed to steal."
"But we're allowed to vandalize?"
"Yes ma'am." he smiled.
Just as Lena was about to smash Mrs. Quacker's collectible vase, Louie and Lena heard a loud car engine a few blocks away, and their eyes widened.
"Let's go." they said in unison, not wanting to take any chances.
They hastily packed up their spray paint and hammer, and got rid of any evidence that it was them. Lena drove them back to the amphitheater and scowled playfully at Louie.
He gave her an innocent pout, and Lena laughed, throwing her arms around her best friend and crush.
"Thank you, Louie." she smiled.
"You're welcome, Lena." he replied.
The night needed with the two troublemaking teens fast asleep on Lena's bed underneath the amphitheater.
And for the first time that night, Lena slept peacefully.
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Quite a chapter, don't you think?
NOTE: Della isn't back yet, I hope that was obvious. Louie and Lena also aren't dating yet! They're best friends for now.
Until next time. Don't forget to review :)
Or do whatever the fuck you want, I'm not your mom
—Jordan