The Not-So-Ultimate Writer: Ohhh! Okay, I'll combine a cheetah and an elephant

Not Ponytails or Cottontails: Hence the chapter name 'Complications' :)

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It was Saturday the next day. Violet had no plans for the weekend, so she found herself walking to the mansion.

"Hey Ms. Beakley, is Huey home?" Violet asked kindly.

Ms. Beakley smiled. "Yes he is come on in," she said opening the door wider so Violet could step inside. "He's upstairs still asleep."

Violet raised her eyebrow. "It's noon and he's still asleep?"

Ms. Beakley laughed "He slept late last night. If I let him, he'd sleep all day, but since you're here I'll let you try and wake him up. I would let you use the bull horn but I need to buy a new one".

Violet laughed "You've use a bull horn to wake him up?"

"Every known trick to wake him up I've used. I'm sure you remember where his room is, go ahead and go up." Ms. Beakley said smiling "I'll just be in garden."

"Thanks Mrs. Beakley." Violet said moving towards the stairs.

Violet smiled as she went up the stairs. She tried knocking on the door, but like she thought no one answered. Dewey was out with Webby, and nobody knew where Louie was. Violet opened the door to see Huey face down on his bed, his head was facing the doorway but he didn't even flinch when Violet opened the door all the way. Violet stepped in the room to see clothes, socks, shoes and everything else the triplets owned scattered on the floor and their desks. Violet left the door open as she carefully walked towards the bed.

"Huey, wake up." Violet said shaking his shoulder.

Huey just grunted moving his head so it was facing the wall instead. Violet tried shaking him again but it didn't work. Violet thought of all the different ways she could try and wake him up, but Ms. Beakley said she had tried everything. And that's when it clicked, Ms. Beakley was his honorary grandmother, not his girlfriend. Violet crawled over Huey's body so that she was between the wall and his with the perfect opportunity to reach his face.

Violet lay on her stomach moving so she was only inches from Huey's face. She ran her hand through his hair which made Huey sigh contently.

"Huey, it's time to wake up" Violet whispered while playing with his hair.

"Come on Hue." she said kissing the corner of his mouth.

She kept mumbling different things as she kissed different parts of his face. Finally after a couple of minutes she firmly pressed her lips onto his. It didn't take long for Huey to start kissing her back by moving his lips against hers. And seconds later he moved so he was on his side while placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. Violet smiled against his lips, pulling away.

Huey opened his eyes to look at her with a large smile "I think that was the best way anyone has ever woken me up before."

"Well, you need to get up big guy. It's noon."

He recoiled. "Noon?! Only Louie sleeps in until noon!"

Violet laughed. "Nope, it's noon."

He groaned.

"You look nice." he commented.

Violet blushed. "This old thing?"

He smirked. "Mhm."

He leaned in for another kiss, but Violet gently placed her finger on his lips.

"No kisses until you get up."

He pouted, but remained still.

"Why aren't you getting up?" she asked.

He smiled. "I'm in my boxers."

She blushed. "O-okay."

He laughed as she scurried back downstairs.

Soon, Huey came into the kitchen wearing grey sweats that hung low on his hips and a dark red t-shirt. When he reached to grab a bowl, his shirt rode up giving Violet a quick view of his toned stomach. Huey kissed her on the cheek as he moved towards the fridge to grab the milk and the cereal on top of it, giving her another view of his abs.

"What do you want to eat?" Huey asked.

"Just get me a glass of orange juice." she smiled.

He did what she asked, and they ate.

"What are your plans?" Huey asked.

"Nothing," Violet replied. "I had no homework, so I came here."

"Well," he said. "We can meet up with the guys and do something."

"Sounds great."

Huey went to go wash his bowl of cereal and Violet gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Huey smiled, and turned around, kissing her.

"That is very unsanitary to do in my kitchen" Ms. Beakley said from the doorway.

Huey jumped away from Violet, but he slipped on some water, sending him crashing towards the floor. Ms. Beakley shook her head trying to hide the smile on her face. Violet hid hers behind her hand and she was still beet red.

"Sorry Ms. B, we got a little distracted." Huey said rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'll finish cleaning up in here, you two go back upstairs" Ms. Beakley said after she helped Huey off the floor.

Huey chuckled as Violet dragged him upstairs. They reached his bedroom and Huey leaned her against the wall. Just as he was about to kiss her, Dewey and Webby walked in.

"I'm just saying," Webby said. "You're telling me that there aren't aliens?"

"Webby, for the last time, there aren't any aliens," Dewey replied. "They're ninja aliens."

They high fived and Huey snorted.

"Violet!" Webby grinned.

The two girls hugged and Dewey and Huey nodded at each other.

"What do you guys want to do today?" Huey asked.

"Well… first we find Louie and Lena. They've been MIA." Webby frowned.

Dewey sighed. "They probably went to a party or something. You know how they are."

Violet felt guilty, but Louie and Lena made her promise not to say anything to anyone.

"Kids, look at this!" Donald called from downstairs.

The four teens went downstairs and into the TV room. On the TV was breaking news.

"Quacker Enterprises CEO, John P. Quacker's home has been vandalized. Millions of dollars worth if furniture and cars have been broken, with forensic investigators assume what was a sledgehammer. Police are investigating, but have no leads, as the Quacker's security camera, and fellow neighbourhood cameras, were all hacked that evening, and offer no cottage of the suspects. Police assume this was a gang related attack, but it is too early in the investigation to be for sure. This is Roxanne Fetherly, live from Rodell Drive. More about this case after the break."

The news cut off to a commercial.

"Wow." Huey frowned.

Scrooge, who was reading the newspaper, calmly put his papers down and frowned. "When you're a successful businessman, the first course of action is to invest in security. They had no form of security, not even a guard dog. John was asking for it."

"You know him, Uncle Scrooge?" Webby asked.

Scrooge took a sip of some nutmeg tea and nodded. "Yes. The Quacker's and I often work together. I guess not anymore."

Violet left the room and dialed Lena…

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Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz…

Louie groaned and shook Lena.

"C'mon Lena, it's your phone." he grumbled, exhausted from last night.

Lena scowled and punched his arm, making him cry out in pain.

"Fine!" he snapped.

He got her phone, and saw that it was Violet.

"Shit! It's Violet!" Louie cursed.

Lena was awake in an instant. "Pick it up!"

Louie answered the call: "Hello?"

"When you two said that you were going to teach Hailey a lesson, I was like 'okay, you know what, that's fine if she did something wrong'," Violet started off calmly. "Well, it isn't fine when you vandalize her entire house! What were you two thinking?! This is… this is an actual crime, not some petty scheme!" Violet exploded.

"Vi, it's not what—"

Violet groaned. "Louie, I've heard that one before! I'm so disappointed."

"What's she saying?" Lena asked.

Louie gave her a pained expression and Lena winced.

"Where's Lena?" Violet demanded hotly.

"She's here."

Louie hurriedly gave the phone to Lena and Lena sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry. We'll be there soon." she mumbled.

The phone call ended and the two friends stared at each other. They silently got dressed. Louie had slept in his boxers while Lena slept in a sports bra and sweats.

He was about to put his jeans on when he heard Lena softly sob.

"Lena?" he questioned, at her side in an instant.

Lena glared at him. "Why are you friends with me? Why did you change? Why did you go bad, Louie?! You're not one of these kids who wait around waiting to get in trouble, you're not like the troubled kids! You're not like me!"

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

She grabbed him by his collar, and vigorously shook him. "You have a bright future ahead of you! You, Webby, Violet, Dewey and Huey! All of you! Why are any of you friends with me?! A shadow! An enemy. A… a villain!"

"Lena, what—?!" he asked.

"We're opposites, Llewelyn Duck!" she snapped. "I don't deserve you."

She buried her hands in her face and cried harder. Louie, to her surprise, laughed, an amused twinkle dancing in his eyes. He lazily fell back onto the mattress, pulling her with him, and chuckled. Lena felt his bare chest rumble with laughter against her face.

Lena glared daggers up at him. "I'm crying and you think that this is funny?!"

"No Lena," Louie said seriously. "I think you're stupid."

She scowled, and Louie grinned at her obvious anger.

He straddled her and pinned her wrists down, making her blush. She tried not to focus on the fact that he was in his boxers while she was in a sports bra.

Louie continued. "What is this? 1946? Since when does status matter in any relationship?"

"Louie—"

He cut her off. "No! Are you friends with me for my money? My connections? The fact that my Uncle is the richest man in the world?"

"N-no!" she stammered.

Louie pinned her wrists down harder and looked her in the eye. "I'm friends with you because you're amazing, Lena. You may have fucked up in the past, but it was 8 years ago! And I didn't even hate you back then, I understood that Magica was controlling you."

"Louie…"

"You think I care about that? You think I care that you're a shadow and I'm not? You think I care that you helped Magica against your will? You think I care that you live in an amphitheater while I live it up in a mansion?"

"Yes!" she snapped stubbornly.

Louie growled. "Well I don't, Lena. I like you for you, not your reputation, status, or past. Because I know you. You're my best friend."

He felt Lena relax underneath him, like a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Then she scowled and tensed up again.

"You." she growled.

He was confused and yelped when Lena flipped them over, pinning his wrists over his head. Lena tried not to focus on how heated the situation was. He swallowed, trying not to focus on her cool hands on his wrists.

"What about me?" Louie questioned.

"You changed, Louie. Everything changed last year when you chose to be a… a playboy!"

"Lena—"

"Save it!" she snapped, tears really starting to fall now. "It was like I didn't know you anymore. You started smoking and drinking, you went to parties, you lied, made your family cry! Louie, I—"

"I'm sorry!" he snapped. "I'm so sorry!"

She was taken aback. He was so calm and witty a few seconds ago, and now he looked angry, confused, and hurt all rolled up into one. Clearly his actions last year had been affecting him.

"Why did you do it…?" Lena asked calmly.

"Because of Becky!" Louie snapped, pained when he thought of his ex-girlfriend.

Lena softened. "Louie…"

"Because I'm a mess and I absolutely hate myself!" he continued softly, and her heart broke at how hurt and soft spoken he was. "Nobody liked me, Lena! She convinced me that I needed to do all of these things and dragged me into this mess."

Silence.

Louie continued. "I felt alone. I felt like nobody liked me."

"I liked you…" she said finally. "I had faith in you. Why do you think we became so close?!"

He looked at her dumbly and Lena groaned at how hard headed he could be sometimes. For someone who liked seeing all the angles, he could sure be clueless at seeing the obvious.

"And maybe I do still like you…" she mumbled. "Even though you can be a dunce!"

"Like? As in present tense?" he teased.

She glared at him, a slight shadow of a smile on her face.

He grinned. "What was that?"

She scowled. "I hate you."

"As you should."

"You're a huge asshole."

"The hugest of assholes." he smiled.

"You're lucky I don't kill you."

"Uncle Donald's got a gun if you want it."

"I don't know why I'm forgiving you." she crossed her arms.

"Because how can you stay mad at a face like this?" he made the cutest most innocent face he could.

"You're an asshole." she did her best not to smile at her best friend.

"I know," he smiled, sitting up and pulling his best friend in for a hug.

Her arms were still crossed, so he uncrossed them himself and put them around his waist. She giggled and hugged him back tightly.

Louie then whispered seductively in her ear, "And thank you for hugging me while you're only in a bra."

Lena pushed him away.

"Pervert." she said, but couldn't help but smile as she got up. Louie got up as well.

He grinned. "I'm an 18 year old boy, what do you expect?"

She pushed him back onto the mattress.

"I'm gonna shower." Lena said.

"Okay." Louie smiled.

Lena came out of the bathroom almost an hour later dressed in her normal ripped jeans, black combat boots, with a white shirt and her normal leather jacket. And of course her hair was spiked like normal and she had tons of dark mascara and black eyeliner on making her look more intimidating than usual.

Louie, who had been in his white T-shirt and jeans this whole time, grabbed his dark green hoodie and put it on. She twirled her motorcycle keys, and whistled as they locked the amphitheater and walked to the abandoned parking lot where Lena kept her bike.

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"Where were you two?" Dewey asked when they stepped inside the TV room.

"We were out." Louie said nonchalantly.

"It's almost 4PM." Huey frowned.

"I know, we're sorry," Louie said, making himself look small and guilty. "We lost track of time."

His brothers softened. "It's okay, Lou. Just tell us next time."

Violet shuffled uneasily. Louie was incredibly good at hiding things from his family. She wondered how many things he had gotten away with. She's always noticed that he was guarded, though he always acted like he was an open person. The only person he had really opened up to was Lena, as far as she knew.

"So," Louie said, flopping onto a couch. "What are we doing today?"

"I was thinking we go out?" Huey asked.

Louie glanced at the clock. It was 4PM, there was really no point in going anywhere considering most of the shops closed at 7 on Saturday.

"Why don't we just chill?" Louie suggested. "Put a movie in, order some pizza?"

"Okay. How about you choose, Vi?" Huey suggested.

"I'm no good with choosing movies. I'd be much more interested watching a nature documentary—"

"How about Lilo & Stitch?!" Lena cut off hurriedly.

"Sure!" Dewey said, scrambling to get the movie in.

"Definitely!" Webby hollered, getting rid of any documentaries.

Violet burst out laughing, knowing that they'd decide on a movie quicker. Louie and Huey chuckled.

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They were halfway through the movie.

Violet and Huey had arranged themselves a respectable distance on the other couch. Dewey tried not to snort at them. As the movie went on, Dewey caught Huey's eye. In his opinion, he and Violet were sitting much too far apart for a couple.

"Closer," Dewey mouthed, gesturing behind Webby's head at him.

Huey didn't get it at first, then his eyes widened with understanding. He scooted a few centimeters closer to his girlfriend.

Dewey rolled his eyes.

"Closer," he mouthed again, gesturing harder. He then pointed to himself and Webby, emphasizing how their shoulders were touching.

Gradually, Huey inched closer to Violet until their pose matched Dewey and Webby's.

"Repeat after me," Dewey mouthed, then yawned and slowly started stretching, reaching his arm behind Webby's neck, then let it drape across her shoulders.

Webby snuggled closer.

Huey hesitated, then slowly repeated Dewey's moves.

Violet also snuggled closer.

Huey smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head. Not wanting to be outdone, Dewey leaned back and gently pulled Webby with him, until they were lying against the armrest, with Webby's head on his chest.

Huey frowned, obviously disapproving of their PDA, but when Violet leaned against him harder he didn't stop her as they slowly copied Dewey and Webby. Violet laced her fingers through his and rested her head against his chest as he twirled his fingers through her hair.

Dewey smirked, and Louie, who was lying down on Lena's lap on the third couch, gave Huey a thumbs up. Huey winked back and Louie grinned. Eventually, the night ended with all 6 teenagers falling asleep in the TV Room that even Ms. Beakley and Scrooge didn't have the heart to wake them up and informed Violet's parents that she was staying the night.

A few hours later, Huey's eyes fluttered open and he yawned. The clock behind him read 5:49AM. The sun was just on the verge of rising, and the sky was right in between night and day. Huey froze when he felt a weight on top of him. Violet was calmly sleeping on his chest, and Huey couldn't help but smile at her cuteness. He eyed the room where he saw Louie and Dewey on the floor, and the girls calmly sleeping on the couch. Huey snorted, and chuckled at their antics.

He guessed all his shuffling around made Violet stir, because she was slowly waking up. She let out a cute yawn, before sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Hey." she smiled.

Huey blushed. She looked incredibly beautiful.

"Good morning," he greeted. "That was quite a night."

She snuggled up against his chest again. "I'll say. I was quite comfortable, Mr. Duck."

Huey chuckled, and aimlessly began to play with her hair. "Can't say the same about these guys."

Violet saw Louie and Dewey on the floor, snoring away. Webby was hanging upside down on her couch, while half of Lena's body was hanging off the armrest.

"Well…" Violet shrugged. "As long as they're comfortable…?"

Huey burst out laughing and Violet smiled.

"So," he said. "My brothers and I are planning to go on a trip soon."

"Mhm?" she purred.

"Yeah." he murmured, still playing with her hair.

"Where are you guys planning to go?"

"Uncle Donald used to take us to this old cabin in Cape Suzette every year. But when we moved in with Uncle Scrooge, we stopped going. We haven't been there in over 8 years."

"Is the cabin still there?"

"Yeah. Louie looked it up on his laptop. It's still standing." he smiled.

"Wow! So when are you leaving?"

"Next week. Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to come with us?"

"Me? But I thought it was a brother thing."

Huey laughed. "It used to be. But it was super boring, and I just want some company. Besides, I'm going to go insane if it was just me and my brothers."

Now it was her turn to laugh.

"Webby and Lena are coming too. Pretty please?" he asked.

She laughed again. "Of course I'll come, Huey."

He smiled and kissed her. "You're the best."

"I know." she said with a sassy smirk.

"Mhm?" he growled.

Huey flipped them over and kissed her again. Violet stifled a moan and ran her fingers through his unkempt hair.

She broke the kiss. "H-Huey…"

"Mhm?" he growled into her neck.

"U-upstairs." she managed, a fear that one of their friends might wake up and catch them.

He nodded and carried her upstairs.

Huey kissed her before gently pushing her into his room. He smirked as he locked the door with a seductive look.

Violet climbed to his bunk, slyly swaying her rear. Huey growled and took off his shirt, quickly following her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Huey eagerly responded and put his hands on her hips slowly moving her shirt up; he lifted it over her head revealing a blue lacy bra. Huey moved his lips to her neck slowly moving from her shoulder to behind her ear causing Violet to moan and Huey smirked, memorizing the spot. His hands slowly moved up her body towards her breast as Violet kissed him again, biting his lip. Huey moved his hands so that they covered each breast as Violet moved her hands down his chest feeling his muscles contract at her touch. Violet nibbled on his ear and Huey groaned. She ran her hands up and down his back moving towards his waistline but stopped before her hands could go underneath his sweats. Slowly Huey moved his hand towards Violet's pants, but right before he could take them off, she gently grabbed his hand.

Huey pulled away to look her in the eye

"Not yet." Violet breathed.

Huey nodded his head. "Okay"

He bent his neck and nibbled on her ear causing Violet to wiggle underneath him.

Huey pulled away smirking "Did I find a sensitive spot and a ticklish spot today?"

Violet glared even though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "No, you did not."

Huey laughed. "Whatever you say Violet."

Violet playfully punched his shoulder getting off the bed to fix her hair in the full length mirror. Huey stood up wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her back into his chest. Violet smiled into the mirror looking into his dark eyes. Huey set his chin on her shoulder and looked into the mirror

"You're beautiful." Huey whispered.

Violet blushed slightly looking down as she ran her hand up and down his arm. Violet turned in his arms so that their chests were touching. She put her hand on his cheek.

"How did I get so lucky in finding you?"

Huey smiled and said "I think it was me who got lucky."

He bent his head kissing her softly on the mouth. They broke apart by the sound of Huey's stomach growling.

Violet laughed and bent down to pick up her shirt. "Come on. Let's get you some breakfast."

Huey laughed and grabbed his shirt putting it on as he followed her downstairs to the kitchen.

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