Disclaimer: I don't own any of the ducks. If I did I would make this into a movie or something. I do own Froggy, Emma, Bri and Issy they are mine ask to use them and I will probably say yes.

Almost done with the story hope you like it!

~Luis~

I yawn. This has been a long night. I've had Issy, Bri, Froggy, Emma, Fulton Goldie, Averman, and Russ locked up in this room for at least an hour and the only people who are attempting to get along with both groups are Me, Bri, Bombay, Fulton and Averman. Suddenly there is a sudden banging on the door. Issy goes over to answer it cautiously. Slowly, she opened the door. Two men pushed passed her and into the room. They didn't look familiar to me, I look over at Issy who shook her head.
"Um. I don't think I know you." I say with a weird uneasy almost nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach. The older one glared at me.
"You! You are the reason my kid sister is here!" He growled angrily. The younger man just stood there with his mouth shut. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say That I didn't, and that two people Had crashed into me causing Me to crash into his 'Kid sister'. This man was probably about in his mid-twenties, with unruly brown hair and eyes, He was about as big as Portman would be at that age. Since this man was so much bigger than me and not hooked up to a bunch of machines like I am, I decide I should keep my mouth shut. But I soon realized Issy wasn't about to.
"How dare you tell him it was his fault!" She screamed. The two men were startled by the courage of the small teen, in a weird sorta way I was to. They both turned to face her.
"Well, He almost killed Veronica, our kid sister!" The younger brother replied lamely, He wasn't as tough looking as his brother. He had short unkempt black hair, and dark brown almost black eyes; He was shorter and slightly chubby. The duo reminded me of an older version of the bash brothers.
"People crashed into him to!" She yelled. The oldest must have lost his temper and his mind because at that moment he struck Issy a crossed the face. Everyone except me was on their feet. To everyone's surprise Goldberg and Russ were the first two to Issy's Aid.
"Back off! Do you realize she's smaller and younger than you?" Russ demanded as he helped Issy off the floor. Quietly, Bri slipped out of the room door to get help.
"Listen, you, creep, if you touch anyone of our friends again we WILL hurt you." Goldie said He started to head towards the men. Fulton stood up and pushed both of the men backwards into the wall, making that Issy, Goldie, Russ and the others stayed away from them and the men stayed away from his friends. Emma wasn't going to be so nice to the intruders, pushing Fulton out of the way she charged at them.
"What the fuck do you think your doing here?" The lengthy red head asked. They stared at her blankly.
"We wasn't thinking ab--" The youngest stammered.
"Hell right you weren't thinking!" Emma told them. Suddenly the door busted open. "Mr. Darrel Evans and Mr. Jason Evans Please come with us." One of the hospital security men demanded. The hospital security came in and dragged the two men out. We just stood there for a minute, to stunned to do anything else really. A minute later Issy snapped out of shock.
"Thanks," she whispered to everyone who helped her. Then added to Russ and Goldie: "Did you guys just call us friends?" No one said anything for a while which was ok with me. Tonight wasn't a waste of time after all.

~~~Froggy~~~

After the 'incident' no one wanted to speak which was fine with me, I love silence. Its easier to think when its quiet. We were all sitting back down again. I was in between Bri and Emma again. Bri leaned over to me.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked.
"Nothing really." I tell her. I was lying and she knew it, she always did.
"Jordan." She warned. Before I could tell her anything Issy said something.
"Do you guys think we should let the other guys in?"
"Yea." I answer. Goldberg, Averman, Russ and Bombay look at me, they had only heard my voice once if at all. That's when I decided its time to break out of my shell.