Bad Friend Means Bad Brothers

Chapter 8

Follow @Huey_Duck (wrote Donald and Hueford's parts......who's Hueford?)

(I wrote Dewey and Louie's parts)

It had been five months since Huey's "death," and between that time, things have gotten better for the two Duck brothers that were left. Dewey was happier, and so was Louie.

Donald smiled as they came into the kitchen for breakfast. "Morning boys," he said.

"Morning Uncle Donald." Dewey greeted. Louie waved and yawned before sitting down on the table.

"Are two excited that it's Summer?" he asked, setting their breakfast in front of them.

"Yeah." Dewey nodded as he sat down at the table next to Louie. "I guess." Louie shrugged.

"Well, what do you guys plan to do today?" Donald asked as he sat down at the table with his nephews.

"I was going to go to the park, i-if you let me that is." Dewey explained.

"I just....want to stay inside."

"Louie, that's the fourth time this week." Dewey exclaimed. "Is it the bullies again, I swear if it's them."

"That's fine, Dewey. Yes, you can go. Is something wrong, Louie?" Donald looked at his youngest nephew.

"No, well.....um, it's nothing important." Louie smiled at his uncle hoping he would let him stay inside.

"Well, okay. Have fun at the park, Dewey." Donald said, smiling.

"Thanks Uncle Donald." Dewey stood up and made his way outside to the nearest park.

Louie stood up with a sigh and made his way to the television in the living room.

"Hey, look out!" someone shouted before running into Dewey, sending both of them down to the ground.

"Ow, hey, watch where you're going." Dewey rubbed his head and sat up.

"Sorry..." he said. The other duck sat up as well. He was wearing a red baseball cap backwards, and a red and white baseball shirt. He sort of resembled Dewey's "deceased" brother.

Dewey looked away and frowned. His heart ached at his thought.

'He looks like Huey.'

The other duck's face softened. "Hey, are you okay? I didn't... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Dewey shook his head. His facial expression was a mix of shock and sorrow.

"No, I'm fine, how about you, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah... I think I'm good." he said as he got up, he reached his hand out so he can help Dewey up.

Dewey took the hand and stood up, dusting himself off. "Thanks."

The other duck smiled. "Anytime. So, what's your name?"

"Dewey. And yours?"

"Hueford. It's weird... my family tells me that's my name, but it doesn't feel like it is."

'Why does Dewey sound so familiar to me?'

Dewey looked down.

"Hi....I was heading to the park...wanna come with me?" Dewey asked, he was still looking down.

"Sure. Are you okay, Dewey?" Hueford asked.

"Y-yeah, you just remind me of someone I used to know."

"Who? If you don't mind me asking.." he said as he started to walk beside Dewey.

"My older brother......h-he died a few months ago." Dewey didn't know why, but he felt comfortable talking about this with someone he just met.