The Third One

The Third One Pt. 1

Dewey's POV

I can't wait for today! It's not our everyday adventure, but who cares! Huey, Louie, and I are playing on our boat today! We didn't invite Webby, since she was messing around with Lena, but we got a new boat that can fit all 4 of us. So at least we can invite her next time!
"Hey Louie, I'll do the map and you can steer the boat okay?" Huey said, looking at his brother. Wait. What about me? I'm here too! I'm over exaggerating right? Yea. He is gonna give me a job in a second.
Oh shoot! I forgot my phone over in the sand! Lemme just go get it.
"Hey guys, I forgot my phone. We have to take pictures of this adventure, so just wait a second, okay?" I said while running off. I reached my phone fairly quickly. I scrolled through some messages, looking at pictures of... yes I don't know what Mark Beaks is posting. What a weird guy.
I turn around and start walking back while looking at my phone. I glance up as I notice I've reached the water. That's when I realized: they left me.

What- no- no way! It's a prank! One of Louie's right?

Did they seriously leave me...

They forgot about me. Just like everyone else does.

I finally recover enough to start walking back to the mansion. I expect from some people, but my own brothers? They have never forgotten me before! Maybe it's the adventuring. I don't know. I just.... I just wanna go home.

Webby's POV

Sigh, Lena just left the mansion. We were having so much fun! She had to go, sadly. I wish she would never leave, without the boys, I'm pretty lonely. I mean, I guess Dewey more than the rest. Sure, Huey is fun to study with, and Louie is a great influence, but Dewey gets me. I hope our relationship never changes!

I start to walk away from the door, wait a minute! Someone is messing with the door handle! An intruder? Ma Beagle? Glomgold? I would really think they would stay away after the whole birthday party incident I heard about. I peer out the door.

Oh it's just Dewey! I open the door to see my excit- wait a minute. This can't be Dewey. It looks like he was crying. Where is his brothers?
"Dewey? What's wrong? Where are your brothers?" I asked, confused. He normally had more of a perky attitude for life.
"I don't know. They left me behind." His voice held no emotion, as if it had been sucked out of him. I knew Dewey, but not as well as his brothers. I would ask them when they got home why Dewey was upset by this. I mean, I got left behind and I didn't act like this. What's the difference?

(Hey everyone! This is my first ever story! I really wanted to do this because Dewey is my favorite. There will be a little bit of Debbigail in this, but it's not a main focus. Thanks for reading!)