Warning: 99% angst and 1% fluff. You have been warned. Dewey and Webby are 18 as well. Also, Dewey and Webby are a couple, but a secret couple. Nobody knows… yet.

Dewey wasn't so sure how to feel. Other than his sweaty palms, his shaky breath, and his weak knees, his mind felt cluttered. It was as though two parts of his brain were at war. One side told him that this was the way life was. The other side, however, told him otherwise. He was a failure, it said. You'll never see her again. You don't deserve her. You're too dumb.

Maybe if he tried to hide the letters she wouldn't notice. Dewey knew her too well, she would notice anyway. It was worth a try.

His hand slipped as sweat coated the doorknob while he attempted to turn it. When he got another grip on it, the door opened, leading to the huge hallway into the manor. There she was, standing and waiting.

"Did you get any letters, Dewey?" she asked excitedly.

"Uh," he looked around nervously, "no…?"

Webby leaned over and saw the envelopes behind Dewey's back. "Uh huh, sure."

"Look, Webs, I just want to read them to myself," Dewey said.

"What? You promised you would read yours aloud!" Webby countered.

"I know," he said. "Just, please."

"Oh, c'mon! What's the big deal anyway?" Webby asked, reaching over to snatch the letters.

"Webby! Stop!" Dewey shouted.

Too late. She got the letters in her hands. "Let's sit down, shall we?" she offered.

Dewey could feel the tears stinging and begging to be free. His heart was beating so fast it felt as though it weren't there, and his stomach kept tying so many knots he could've puked at any moment. His head was light and he had a hard time thinking straight. He didn't want Webby to know, however. "Sure, let's head t-to the couch."

As the two plopped down onto the couch, Webby grabbed the first letter. She read it quickly. "One college accepted you already, Dewey! Isn't that great?" she asked, pecking him on the cheek.

"Y-Yea," Dewey said.

The next letter. "You got accepted here, too!"

The next one. "And this one!"

Another one. "You've probably been accepted to all of the colleges you've applied for! Can't wait to read the last one!"

It was from Harvard. He knew there was a slim chance of him being accepted in that prestigious school, but Webby had begged for him to try. She was planning on attending there as well. Webby wanted her boyfriend to be at the same school she was attending. In return, Dewey asked if she could apply to one of the colleges he applied to, and she accepted.

"I know you're gonna get into Harvard! Too bad I wasn't able to get into that other school," Webby said.

"You mean the one I asked you to apply to?" Dewey asked. "But why?"

Webby sighed. "They said I was overqualified to attend that school," she admitted.

Dewey looked at her. "Oh."

A smile returned to Webby's beak. "But at least we'll still be attending Harvard together, right Dewey?"

Dewey looked away.

"Dewey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Just read the letter." His voice was weak, trying to control the tears that were silently streaming down his face. His duck body began to shake ever so slightly, but Webby took note of it. Dewey's face was away from her.

She took the letter out and read it. "It is with great apology that we do not accept you into our school, as you underqualified with a 3.5 GPA…"

Silence.

"I'm dumb," Dewey said quietly, his voice shaking.

"No, you're not! Harvard's a snobby school anyways. I haven't even accepted the full-ride scholarship they provided me yet-"

"Yes you have!" Dewey yelled. "I heard you discussing all about it with your Granny last night!"

Webby was shocked. "Look, I'm sorry-"

"No, it's okay," Dewey said. He breathed out before uttering the next words out. "I think we should end it."

"End what?" Webby asked, fearing for what he was saying. She knew what he was going to say, but she prayed that she didn't know this time.

"Our relationship."

Webby sniffed. Then a hack. A loud wailing filled the manor as she wailed loudly.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Webby yelled.

"For everything. Being a failure, for being dumb, for everything."

"You are none of those things and you know that!" Webby argued.

"Look, I just don't think our relationship will last during our college years," he admitted.

Webby stood up. "So you're just going to give up?" she asked between sniffles. "You don't even want to try?"

"No, not really," he said. His entire face was wet with tears.

"I thought we were the Power Couple, Dewey! Whatever happened to that?" she asked.

Dewey sighed. "I've lost all of my power."

"But I haven't lost any of mine yet!" Webby proclaimed. "We ride together, we die together!"

Dewey finally turned around. "Really?"

"Yea!" Webby said. "That was the first thing you told me, remember?" She ran up to Dewey and hugged him.

"I love you, Webs," Dewey said.

"I love you too." She gave him a peck on the forehead.

As the two parted, footsteps were heard. The two backed away from each other and turned around. Scrooge was coming down the stairs.

"So," he said, walking along the floor and facing the two. "What's this whole thing about being a 'Power Couple' I heard?"