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(Because I'm a little weirdo, and someone that doesn't deserve the privilege to be on Wattpad XD, I'm, putting a bit of HueLou here.....*whispers* I'm sorry.....I've completely lost my mind)

Huey was now breathing heavily, looking at the door of his younger brother's room, his back against the wall right next to it. 

"What did I do? Oh my god, this is bad. What do I do? Okay...oh my god, I can't believe I did that! He's drunk, wait, he's drunk! This can't be happening right now." The red triplet slid down the wall, for once, unsure of what to do. 

Meanwhile, Dewey was sitting up on his bed, looking around for the bottle of alcohol that he had been drinking. When he didn't find it, he groaned and fell back on his bed. He closed his eyes and almost instantly passed out, soft snores emitted from him not long after. 

Outside of his room, Huey was pacing back and forth, nervous that someone would know what he had done just by looking at him. 

"Hue? What are doing?" Louie asked, standing in front of his brother as he watched him pace back and forth. He took a short sip from the can of Pep that he held in his hand. 

"Sh....I'm thinking."

"About?" The green triplet tilted his head to the side.

"Hey, do you know if any of the, adults, have alcohol, in the manor?" Huey asked quietly.

"Hubert, what are you planning?" Louie asked skeptically.

"Not what you're thinking, that's for sure." The oldest triplet claimed, crossing his arms. 

"Hue, where is this going?"

"Nowhere! I just need to know where he got it from!" Huey took a deep breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell." 

"What do you mean 'he'? Who the heck is 'he'!?" Louie asked, now a bit scared at what was happening.

"It's Dewey...he's, drinking now..." The red triplet explained softly. He was disappointed in his younger brother for drinking, and disappointed in himself for taking advantage of him while being drunk. 

"He's drinking? Like, right now drinking? Or has been drinking?"

"Stop saying that word so loudly, someone might be listening." Huey covered his brother's beak to keep him quiet. He led him towards Dewey's room, where he had hid the whiskey earlier. Hoping that Dewey hadn't found it. The two walked in, Huey closing the door behind them. "Look, I don't know what's gotten into him lately, but first the cut on his cheek, and then we find him bleeding on the sidewalk, and now this. Not to mention that he told me he smokes. It's all driving me crazy." 

"Huey, it's okay. I'm sure if we have a calm talk with him, he'll explain everything."

"Even after he yelled at us? I talked to him earlier and he was really out of it, I don't know if he'll talk to us when he's sober." Huey claimed.

"Is it really that bad? I mean, he couldn't have been that drunk, could he?" Louie looked over at Dewey, who was fast asleep on his bed. 

"Lou...he, he asked me to kiss him." Huey stated, looking down at the ground, ashamed that he might have to tell Louie about what he did.

"He asked you to what!?" Louie exclaimed in a whisper, completely shocked at what he had heard. "You can't be serious right? This is just a prank that you two are pulling, isn't it?"

"Lou, he asked me to him, and-"

"Wait, did you do it? Did you kiss him?" He asked, he didn't know if he could handle the answer. 

"Well, it was just a little peck I-"

"Just a little peck!? Yeah right. You still kissed him, and you can't deny it!" Louie yelled.

"Louie, quiet down-"

"No, you quiet down! Don't tell me to quiet down!" 

"Louie, please." Huey begged. He looked behind Louie's shoulder and saw that Dewey had moved a bit. "You need to be quiet."

"I won't be quiet! You have no idea how difficult it is to get your attention every time Dewey's in the same room!" The green triplet claimed.

"What? What are you talking about? I always give you attention."

"Not recently! All you care about is Dewey right now, your grades have even slipped because of him!"

"You know that's not true. My grades are still straight A's."

"Yeah, and you usually get solid A pluses in all your classes!" Louie claimed. 

"Why are you getting so worked up about this!? It was just a dumb, meaningless kiss. It wasn't even that, it was just a small peck!" Huey yelled, becoming frustrated with what Louie was saying.

"You don't understand! You never do!" Louie ran past Huey, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him. 

"What are you guys fighting about?" Dewey asked, sitting up slowly. Huey looked over at him and sighed.

"I don't even know at this point Dew." He admitted, looking down at the floor. "How are you feeling?"

"Terrible." The blue triplet groaned softly, falling back on his bed. He put a hand against his forehead and closed his eyes tightly. "This sucks! What the hell was I thinking?" He muttered to himself.

"Dewey, you don't remember anything that happened while you were, you know, drunk?" Huey asked, walking a bot closer to his brother.

"No, why? Please don't tell me I said or did something stupid."

"Well, um, yes and no?" The red triplet was now standing next to Dewey, his hands behind his back.

"What the fuck did I do Hubert?" Dewey asked, looking over at him.

"You, um...well, it's more something I did...." Huey explained.

"Huey, I'm not in the mood for stalling, just get to the point." The blue triplet groaned.

"YoutoldmetokissyousoIdid!" The oldest triplet was blushing deeply, backing away a bit.

"What? I didn't catch any of that." He admitted. "Can you say it slower?"

"Um, y-you told me to kiss you, and I....I did, I'm sorry!" Dewey's eyes widened as he sat up quickly, a huge wave of pain washed over him.

"What the fuck did you just say!?"

"I-I kissed you after you t-told me to." Huey admitted, tearing up out of shame.

"Hubert! What the hell were you thinking!? First of all, we're brothers! Second, I was fucking drunk! Why would you listen to me!?"

"Dew..I, it's just, I-I, like, you."

"Get away from me!" Dewey yelled, standing up and inching his way towards the door.

"Dewey, please listen!" Huey pleaded.

"You're disgusting! Get away!" Dewey ran out of his room and towards the front door. He was about to open it, but pulled his hand away. "Wh-why? Why did I tell him to kiss me!?" Dewey made his way over to Louie's room, hoping that his younger brother would want to talk with him.