4.) "Is that my hoodie?" Louna

Hi guys, sorry that's it's been a while, I was busy the week I was suppose to update! Anyway! The art does not belong to me, it rightfully belongs to one of my closet internet friends, SophFandoms53! Lov ya, Soph! Changed up the sentence a bit! XD This one's gonna be fun to write!(Hopefully) This was requested by my dear friend, cartoonromantic! Thx for the request!(Again lol!) Love you!

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Sneaking into someone's room wasn't called an act of violation...right? She was told to come here after all. Webby said that the boys' wouldn't mind her going in there to quickly grab something the girls needed. Besides, that something was really Webbys', the blue triplet borrowed it for one of his shows and never returned it. Classic Dewey.

The punk girl creaked open their door, looking around in hopes that no one would notice her sneaking in. Not like she was stealing or anything; it just felt wrong to her. The urge to snoop around floated within her head, trying to weigh her options as she scanned the room.

Maybe they wouldn't mind if she just... "-I'm not here for that! You grab the item that Webby wanted, and get out of here." She shook her head, rubbing the side of her cheek as she let out a complexes sigh.

Staggering back, her eyes lingered upon their color coded beds. Each one represented them, allowing her to easily pin point who sleeps where. A smirk brushed against her features, "Cute, in a weird sorta way." Her smirk faded soon after as she turned her gaze back to other areas of the room. Her eyes fell on a chest, interest irking, drawing her towards it. She cracked it open, frowning as her earlier interest faded, rolling her eyes to her disappointment. Just random things that she assumed was used in Dewey's -just as random- talk shows.

Seeing no item matching Webby's description, she moved on, closing it swiftly, followed by a soft click.

Humming to herself, Lena traveled her arm around the room lazily, dragging her hand along. She was more in a daze, rather then caring about the item.

A few minutes passed with her just feeling around with barley any sense of her surroundings. That was until her fingers found a soft, but at the same time, rough fabric. Her eyes flickered, allowing her senses to fully kick back into high gear.

Of all the things her fingers could have landed on, it had to be a very specific green hoodie that she knew all too well. She's never felt the fabric before, but now that she has, the urge to want to snuggle up in the comfortable cloth swarmed within her. This wasn't right, she knew that. The back of her head were setting off sirens in warning, but her fingers stayed planted. This was Louie's. It was most likely dirty, and knowing him, he was probably too lazy to throw it in the wash.

As her eyes traced the outline of the hoodie, a smirk flattered her beak, an idea bubbling at the surface.

"What he doesn't know, won't kill him." With a bit of hesitance, her hands slowly grasped his hoodie, hoping that it wasn't in any way, filthy.

With a slight shrug, and pull at the beak, she tugged it on. Huh. Who knew she'd be able to fit it. "Guess Greenie likes buying bigger hoodies to grow into. Smart." She admired; looking down at herself as her hands fiddled around in the lint filled pockets. She grimaced as her fingers would find lint after lint. 

Her back turned from the door, slipping her hands quickly out to set the hood upon her head; then scurrying back to the task at hand. She'll take it off once she finds that -whatever Webby called it- item.

Right when she leaned to take a step, the door swung open to her horror. Freezing up as she felt someone's eyes piercing holes through her. She surly hoped it was LaunchPad looking for Dewey. Staying frozen, thinking that maybe she would pass as invisible and that the person wouldn't notice her. But...when do things ever go her way?

"Is that my hoodie?" Great...the one person she definitely didn't want seeing her like this. 

She scowled under her breath before turning around to try and put on one of her best chill smiles, "Louie!" Maybe that was a but too enthusiastic, "Too out of character Lena!" She bit. Gosh she hopped he couldn't see right through her. He was good at that. Too good, and she hated it.

His eyes were a mixture of confusion and shock. I mean...she could understand, cause she was feeling the exact same. Embarrassment overpowered all of course. She'd give anything to be a shadow right about now.

He tried to get words out, but nothing formed. Instead, Louie's arms did the work for him as he gripped onto his phone, singling "why?".

Freaking out on the inside, she pulled herself together the best she could, "I gotta say, I can see why you wear these so much." Her voice may have squeaked a tiny bit, but she wasn't going to show any sign of that.

Her eyes couldn't bare to look into his anymore, adverting them for some exit door. She wanted this to be over already.

After what felt like an eternity, Louie somehow regained his posture, forming words correctly, or to his best. Lena might have noticed a bit of shakiness to his voice, but she has no room to talk herself, so she never made a pointed look.

"So let me get this straight." Louie breathed into his hands, his eyes closed off, "You came to me and my brothers room to look for something that's Webby's, and wounded up not finding it. But you found my hoodie instead, and you thought it was a good idea to get to know me better if you understood my love for the hoodies I wear?" She looked to the side, then to him with a shrug, trying to maintain her relaxed posture. To her surprise, Louie began to chuckle, which transformed into a full on laugh. He was bursting with laughter. He looked like he was struggling for air.

"I don't get it, what's so funny?" She hissed, a bit of annoyance because of his behavior.

Stifling his laughter, Louie spoke between his hands, a grin sticking the whole time, "It's just..." He wheezed, waving his hands as he attempted to regain his giddiness.

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms, speaking through gritted teeth, "Just what?" Spit it out already." The feathers on her cheeks ruffled up as her frustration grew.

Taking a breath as he wiped a tear from his eyes; Louie lifted himself up to face her serious expression that was amplifying by the minute. He grinned sheepishly,  "Well, it's just, you're usually better than this." He motioned to her in his hoodie; causing the girl to hug herself insecurely, fighting a blush while one of her cheeks puffed out. His beak softened with a slight smile to her reaction.

Stumbling over as he felt himself staring, he dodged away while reaching up to rub the back of his neck with a playful smirk dancing on his beak. "That's not what I mean, Lena." He reeled her attention back in as he continued, "You're normally sneakier than this; I guess you're starting to lose your spark." He grinned down at her as his chest puffed out in a prideful manner.

Shoving him in the arm, she scoffed ignoring the closeness a bit ago, "Like you're any better Llewellyn." Her eye closed, one of them staying open to peer at Louie's challenging stance.

Leaning closer, as he hovered over her -his height surpassed her over the years- he whispered teasingly, "Right, because stealing a dime while at a slumber party is any better- ow!" He winced with a smirk after she punched him in the arm again, rubbing at it.

"You've become a real downer, you know that, Greenie?" The teenaged girl huffed out.

"And you're losing your touch; so I guess we're both even." He folded his arms, leaning back down, but more invading her breathing space this time. Their beaks lingered inches apart, though, still at a safe and respectful distance.

To Lena, not so much. He felt so close. He was literally inches away from her. But she didn't stray, if she did, it'll only be proving his point. Wouldn't it?

After a while of staring at each other blankly, she shuddered away, scowling under her breath as she glared at the ground beneath them.

Louie smiled, his arms still folded as he broke the silence looking to the wall behind her, "You can give me my hoodie back now." He glanced back to her, "If you're done getting to know me, that is." He snickered, clicking his tongue with a wink sent her way.

She gave him an unamused glare, blinking as she pulled off his hoodie, throwing it back at him.

He sort of caught it, chuckling a bit. "Thanks, I guess." He mumbled as he looked it over before tucking it under his arm.

"You're welcome." She stretched, turning in order to not face him. She really didn't want to look at his stupid charming face.

"Oh! I almost forgot, isn't this what you're looking for" Zipping around, she watched as he pulled something out of his hoodie, it seemed to fit Webby's description. Tinier then she imagined though.

"How did you..." she trailed off, taking it from Louie's hands. She had no idea what it was, but it looked like something Webby would own.

Scratching the side of his cheek, Louie shrugged, "Eh, I overheard you and Webby chatting. And me being me, I already knew where it was and decided to grab it for you guys. That is until I came across you snooping around in my hoodie." He smirked with a raised eyebrow.

She rubbed her arm, shaking her head as she clutched it in her hands, "Would've been nice to know beforehand.  Anyways, thanks" She smiled gratefully. 

Blinking away from his gaze, she danced around him, heading for the door to jet out of there. But before she could hit the road, he spoke up, catching her, "Oh and Lena? One more thing." She hummed, twisting around the door. "My hoodie suited you well..." he smiled, still holding the green fabric under his arm.

Flashing a quick smile before zooming out of there, she started down the stairs, speed walking in order to avoid anyone else. Also in hopes of cooling her face off. Gosh she hated when he would make her short circuit. "Curse Llewellyn and that stupid charm of his."

Interrupting her thoughts, a cheerful voice spiraled through the air, forming a smile to appear on Lena's beak, "Oh, you found it! Thanks Lena! Is there anything you can't do?" Webby laughed, grinning from ear to ear with her bubbly spirit igniting.

Lena coughed, forcing a weak grin, "Yea it's no problem, Pink. Glad to help." She quietly sat down between Webby and Violet.

"No problem at all..."

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Sooo this one may be my weakest...idk? XD I hope you guys still enjoyed this tho! Hopefully I'll get better at writing them! Sorry for updating late! 

I don't have any new amvs, but I do have these sketches I've been working on:

(Dewey and Fenton are my weakest! XD)

Based off of this:

(Sorry for the terrible Wattpad quality...)

Anyway! UNTILLLLLL NEEEXXXTTT TIMMEE!! BYEEE!! LOVVEEE YA'LLLL!!