A/N
hi! This is a one shot, I changed the title in case you hadn't noticed. What do you think? So anyway this kinda sorta answers what was left out in my last story. But at the same time it tells you nothing. This might be a little depressing so :/ yea
Dewey was a light sleeper. He's always been ever since he was little. Whenever a ambulance siren or dog barks outside anywhere near wherever they were he'd instantly wake up and sometimes it took a while for him to go back to sleep. You'd think Dewey would get annoyed or be extra tired the next day but he was so use to it that it was just normal to be awake at three in the morning. This night in particular they were living on the houseboat again and it was his fault. He tried to attract more customers on the lighthouse hotel by telling tales of Captain Spirula so more guests could visit. But just like everything else he does, he blew it
Dewey was just laying down in bed at three in the morning starring at the ceiling and wishing he knew how to actually help Donald instead of messing everything up like always. "Thinking isn't going to do anything" He thought to himself "I have to do something". Dewey really had no ideas, he walked outside to get some fresh air, he climbed on the roof of the boathouse and stared at the moon. It was very bright that night, he never understood why he always stared at the moon or what it meant. All he knew was he loved it. Dewey started to doubt himself again. He never cried in front of his brothers because he just wanted to be brave. He wanted more than this so called "life". He wanted to know where he came from. Anytime he'd ask Donald about Della he'd completely avoid the question or say she's gone without any detail. So dewey stopped asking. He couldn't take it anymore, he messed up again, that's why his brothers and his Uncle Donald were living on the boat again. Dewey was a failure. He hugged his knees and started to cry, nobody could hear him so he didn't try to hide it. "Whoever mom was, she would be very disappointed with you, and worst of all Donald is probably ashamed to call you nephew" He thought to himself.
Donald was awake, he walked around the boathouse and walked into the boys room, Dewey was gone. Donald tried not to panic, he walked all around but couldn't find him, Donald grabbed his phone and called the police the operator asked "911 what's your emergency?" Donald walked outside for better signal when he started to talk he heard Dewey crying. "Nevermind"Donald said then hung up. Donald climbed on top of the houseboat roof where Dewey was and hugged him "Dewey thank goodness"He said.
Dewey pushed Donald away and dried his eyes as best as he could "Oh hey Uncle Donald what's up?"He asked.
"Dewey you scared me, you know you're not supposed to go outside when it's night, especially when I'm not here with you, you also know you're not supposed to climb up here!"He scolded.
"I'm sorry Uncle Donald"He said.
Donald sighed at sat next to Dewey "What am I going to do with you?"He asked playfully and ruffled the feathers on the top of his head.
"Uncle Donald, I'm sorry about the lighthouse"He said.
"It wasn't your fault Dewey"He said "I'll find a new job".
"You wouldn't need a new job if it wasn't for me!"He snapped.
"Dewey..."
"Just admit it, out off the three of us im the screw up"He said.
Donald looked at Dewey with a sad face, he was just like Della in so many ways "Dewey look at me"Donald said and moved Dewey's chin up so he was looking at him. "You are not a screw up, you do tend to take things a little too far but that's part of what makes you dewey and I wouldn't trade that for anything"He said.
"Really?"Dewey asked as Donald nodded. Dewey smiled and hugged his uncle tight. He wanted to ask Donald about his mom again but he didn't want to spoil the moment so he stayed silent.