Habits

Our Own Version of Normal

TW: Therapy/Group Therapy, Mention of Nightmares and Abandonment Issues. 

It was a beautiful day outside. The boys were all busy today with Huey's JWG cookout, so I was going to take it upon myself to be responsible for my own well-being. I was nervous and not at all prepared, but Uncle Donald was practically forcing me at this point. Yup, you heard it straight from me, I'm going to group therapy, and then I'm going to spend all day in the lovely city of Duckburg.

That was my plan, anyway. Until I heard Dewey screaming and Webby shouting from the boys' room. I hurried into the room, to see Webby with Dewey in a choke hold. Huey and Louie must've heard, because they were right behind me. I hurried to Webby's side to break up the fight.

"Webby, stop! That is Dewey!" Huey shouted.

"He's just doing a Dewey thing!" Louie continued.

"How are you so strong!?" I asked, while trying to pull her off.

"Oh," Webby let go of Dewey and the boys went flying. I snickered, letting go of her. For someone who's, like, 12, she's ridiculously strong. Although, I would expect nothing less of Mrs. Beakley.

Dewey got up, brushing himself off. "Thank you, good Samaritans. You have restored my faith in the kindness of random strangers."

I looked at Dewey in confusion, then at the others. "Uh...what?"

"Not even one hour in, and your stupid 'Only Child Day' has already almost gotten one of us killed!" Huey scolded. I moved to sit on Louie's bunk to be more comfortable. This was panning out to be an interesting conversation.

"'Only'-what-now?" Webby asked.

"It's a beautiful holiday," Dewey began, dramatically.

"That he made up," Huey deadpanned.

"Where, for a whole day, we get to be sibling-free and do all the amazing things that an only child gets to do!" Dewey explained, spinning Webby around. "Make our marks on the world!"

"Not have to answer to anyone!" Louie declared.

"Be horribly alone?" Huey suggested.

"For once!" Dewey shouted.

"Soooo, was anyone gonna tell me about this, or was I supposed to go sibling-less for the whole day, unknowingly?" I asked. Huey rolled his eyes.

"He's been threatening to do it for years, but I never thought he could get into my password-protected sibling calendar," Huey took out the calendar, and I stood up to get a look at it.

There were all the days and events for this week, such as when I had work, Huey's Junior Woodchuck meets, and whatever the other boys had. On today's date, it had Huey's cookout on there, my therapy appointment, and then a large circle around the date that said "Only Child Day," in all caps.

I turned to Dewey, who blew at the tip of a marker, as if it were a gun. "I have my ways."

"Of course, he put it on the day I need them both, the annual Junior Woodchuck Three-Man Cookout," Huey explained.

"Boooringgg," Louie complained.

"Ugh. Teamwork," Dewey scoffed at the same time.

"Well," Louie began, "as the now sole heir to Scrooge's fortune, I can finally make friends with Doofus Drake, the richest kid in Duckburg," He stood on the desk chair, "He only mingles with other obscenely rich heirs, so..."

"What a snob," Huey commented.

"He's the worst," Dewey stated.

"He's just creepy!" I complained.