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Ninjatana Warrior: Lena and Louie it is! And I love your highschool fic! :)
dalek117: I'm sorry, I had to! The inspiration came when I saw Dewey tied up with Steelbeak in the season trailer. Unfortunately, I cannot do both, but you'll get half your request! :)
Techno Duck: I'm sorry, but I do not have any other stories. I do have "Abandoned", but I'm not taking that as seriously as One Thing Leads to Another. I'm ADHD, so if I jump from one thing to the next, the stories are never gonna get finished. So that's why I'm doing one story at a time. My friend BarnMaker gave me some really good one shot ideas, maybe a month ago, but I'm not even halfway through those! So it'll be awhile until I do another "serious" story :)
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riverajocabed1: Because things would've been more complicated if they were alive. Yes, I'm evil I know. I think you caught on where I'm going with Fenton and Gandra. I think I might wait a little for the Donald Daisy arc, but more on that at the end of the chapter. Sorry about the headache, and nah, everyone's crying. I'm sorry for making the vote hard, I just wanted to include you guys more! And don't worry, everyone (well, almost everyone) voted for Louie and Lena.
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The kids were enjoying their days off until the school fixed its plumbing issue. Louie spent most of his days at the amphitheater with Lena. Huey spent his days with Violet at the library, her house, the manor, or the woods so they could explore. Dewey and Webby, however, stayed home where they would stay quiet and discrete.
"Louie?" Lena asked Louie, who was calmly resting his head on her lap.
Dewey and Webby, who were skilled woodworkers, decided to renovate Lena's depressing old amphitheater into a nice, warm little nook that she could call a proper home. Dewey had opened up the floorboards on the stage so Lena could have enough natural light in the room, like a sunroof that she was able to open and close at will. Her room was painted dark blue; she had a full size bed under the window with a blue and grey comforter. She had a dresser, a bookshelf full of magazines and everything besides an actual book on it. Beside her desk, there was a sleek black leather couch with a flat screen TV in front of it. On the walls were different pictures of her favourite bands, motorcycles, girls in bikinis, shirtless guys, and pictures of her with her friends. Webby had even installed a small kitchen, though Lena rarely used it considering she barely knew how to cook. She only ever used the kitchen to bake "Friendaversary" cakes or stock up on beer and hide her stash from Huey, Dewey, Webby, and Violet. Only Louie knew about her stash though he never drank. He used to be very dependent on alcohol when he and Becky broke up, but Webby managed to help him quit.
"Yeah?" he finally answered.
Lena gently ran her hands through his hair. He had spent the night, and now they were relaxing on the leather couch while Lena surfed through TV channels, looking for something to watch.
"Just checking if you're awake." Lena replied.
"I am." he smiled.
She sighed and set the remote down. He frowned, and sat up.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm worried about Webby." she admitted.
Louie let out an anguished sigh. "Me too. She hasn't been herself since she learned about her parents. Dewey's trying his best, but…" he trailed off, looking for the right words.
"It's not enough," Lena finished. "I don't think it'll ever be enough. Beakley dropped a bomb on her, and it's gonna be awhile until she takes it all in."
"She's like my sister, Lena. It's hard to see her in so much pain." Louie sighed.
Lena wrapped him up in a hug, and he happily returned the gesture.
"Henry and Rachel… those two loved each other so much. Their relationship sounded just like a fairytale," Lena whispered into his ear.
"I know. It's envious." Louie murmured.
"Louie…" Lena murmured, breaking the hug.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low.
Lena bit her lip. He cocked his head as if to read her thoughts. His heavy eyebrows knit together in worry, fearful that he was in for another lecture.
He looked so… cute.
"I—I…" Lena stammered.
"It's okay. You can tell me."
She took a deep breath.
"I… I can't." her voice got smaller with each word.
"Lena, talk to me." Louie said, now worried.
Instead, Lena grabbed him and drew him in for a rough kiss. Louie's eyes widened, but he eagerly kissed her back. When she pulled away, he sat there, dumbfounded.
"I like you." she said plainly.
Louie was still in shock, a stupid smile on his face.
"Louie?"
Louie stared at her: the stunning Lena DeSpell, his best friend, kissed him, and just admitted she had feelings for him.
"I-I…" he trailed off, speechless.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, it was stupid of me," Lena sighed, cursing herself. "I'm sorry, Lou—"
Lena was cut off when Louie smashed his lips on top of hers. She couldn't kiss him back because she was too busy smiling.
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Everyone met up at the manor later that afternoon. Their goal was to cheer up Webby. Fortunately, she wasn't too down in the dumps thanks to Dewey constantly cheering her up. The gang decided to bake a cake for her.
"So… the recipe calls for one cup of flour." Huey said to Violet.
She grabbed the flour and poured it into the cup. As Violet worked the dry ingredients, Huey on the wet ones. Both weren't paying much attention to one another, so Violet yelped when she accidentally spilled some flour onto Huey's shirt. He stared at her, and Violet stifled a smile.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I'll get that for you."
Huey pulled her in for a hug, spreading flour onto her shirt. Violet gently shoved him away.
"Huey!" she snapped.
He smirked. "Now we're even."
"Oh no we're not!" she laughed.
She got some flour on her fingertips and wiped it across Huey's cheek, leaving a streak of white powder. He frowned and wiped some on her nose. The couple glared at each other before getting into a full fledged flour war. So when Ms. Beakley walked in to see the kitchen matted with white powder with two teenagers tackling each other, she was shocked to see that it was the two most responsible teens of the gang.
"Huey! Violet! What's going on here?!" she demanded.
They sheepishly got off each other, blushing.
"Sorry, Ms. B." they muttered.
"It looks like a snowstorm in here." she frowned.
"We'll clean it up." he said, giving her a charming smile.
She snorted, but nodded. Huey and Violet sweeped up their flour war.
"Bet I can sweep more flour than you, Violet." Huey challenged.
She narrowed her eyes. "I'd like to see you try, Hubert!"
Ms. Beakley walked inside to find another flour war and she sighed, though she wasn't angry. At this rate, the cake would never be finished, so Ms. Beakley finished baking the cake for Webby while Huey and Violet clashed behind her.
Webby was mad at her, that was understandable, but her granddaughter had never resorted to the "silent treatment". Webby avoided her, and refused to be in the same room as her grandmother. Ms. Beakley tried several times to talk to her, but Webby was too angry and hurt. The only people she bothered talking to was, of course, Dewey and strangely, Donald. Webby barely talked to Huey, Lena and Violet and she didn't even want to see Scrooge or her grandmother.
Donald and Webby shared a strange, awkward, yet loving bond. They confided important matters to each other during times of distress. It was peculiar to say at least, but it somehow worked.
Wait.
Why was it so quiet?
Ms. Beakley turned around and hid a smile when she saw a flour-covered Huey and Violet softly kissing.
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Webby and Donald were casually leaning against the mast of the houseboat. On some days, Webby would randomly come onto the houseboat where she and Donald would lapse into a comfortable conversation that could last hours.
"Have you talked to Daisy?" Webby asked.
Donald frowned. "Actually. I wanted to talk about you. You haven't been yourself ever since you learned about Henry and Rachel."
Webby perked up at the way Donald said their names. "The way you said their names… did you know them?"
Donald hesitated, but he owed Webby the truth. "Yes. I did know them."
Webby sighed. "I guess Granny just forgot to mention that?"
"Don't be too tough on Bentina, Webby. She's been through a lot," Donald warned. "Scrooge, Della, and I knew your parents because Bentina moved in with Scrooge the year they took Black Heron down. That was the year you were born."
Webby scowled, unsure of what to do with that information.
"Henry left F.O.W.L and Rachel left S.H.U.S.H. They had 3 years together until F.O.W.L found out that Henry did not complete his final task—to take out your mother." Donald said.
Donald watched Webby grip onto the mast so tight that her knuckles turned bone white.
He continued. "Because of that, he technically wasn't allowed to leave the agency and he was to be killed because the F.O.W.L thought he was selling secrets S.H.U.S.H. Of course, they could've investigated, but an ex F.O.W.L agent married to an ex S.H.U.S.H agent? They jumped to conclusions. And then… well you know the rest." he said carefully.
"Does he know? Does Scrooge know?"
"Scrooge was there during the family meeting." Donald reminded her.
"Not that." Webby waved him off.
"Then?" Donald asked.
Webby looked him in the eye. "Scrooge still has connections to S.H.U.S.H. Does he know if Steelbeak is still alive?"
Donald went wide eyed, shocked that she would ask such a thing. Before Donald could answer, Dewey came on board.
"Hey Uncle Donald. Webbs, the guys want to see you."
Webby numbly nodded and followed Dewey into the house where they surprised her with a cake. Even though the party was a blur, her mood was slightly lifted, but the only thing on her mind was Steelbeak.
"I'm going to kill you. I swear it." she muttered under her breath.
"What?" Dewey asked beside her.
"Nothing." Webby said gravely, much to his dismay.
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The small party had ended a few hours ago and Lena was spending the night.
"So, what happened between you and Louie?" Huey asked, flopping down on the couch in the TV Room
"What do you mean?" Lena asked sitting down in a chair.
Huey snorted. "Oh don't give me that shit. I might not be as brilliant when it comes to love, but I know when something happens between two people and they're trying to hide it. Now are you going to make this simple or difficult, because I can do both." Huey threatened, looking at her pointedly.
Lena sighed knowing it was pointless to try and fight Huey.
"We kissed." Lena said looking at her hands.
When she looked up she saw Huey staring at her, open mouthed and wide eyed, completely unable to form words.
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Lena and Louie, eh?
So I have some bad news.
I'M QUITTING FANFICTION
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I'm kiddinggg!
I will be taking a temporary break. I'm not going on vacation, or anything like that (it's not like I CAN). I just need to take a step back and analyze this story, and know what to do for future chapters. So don't worry, I'll be gone for a week max, and I'll upload in time for the season premier, don't worry. And I'll make the next chapter a banger! :)
Until then, enjoy the other fics! If you haven't read "Don't Back Down Again" by riverajocabed1, then READ IT. It's a masterpiece. Another one of my favourites is the "Blue Swordsman Series" by boltsoffury10. Or "Duckburg High Adventures" by Ninjatana Warrior
Feel free to PM (or review if you don't have an account ) me some ideas of what you want to see in this story, okay you guys? And I'll let you know whether it'll work or not :)
Always yours,
—Jordan :)