itsmichael-darling

[itsmichael-darling]

slightlysilber​:

Slightly was bored and had a day off, which meant that he’d spent time watching his favorite YouTube channel and getting stupid ideas. Stupid ideas that involved Nerf guns and making them stronger. The problem was that if he was going to do that, he wanted someone to be stupid with. And the first available person that he knew could help him make the adjustments was Michael Darling. So here they were, sitting at a picnic table, Slightly’s old backpack open and holding everything they’d need. “I think the people at the hardware store might have put me on a list,” he told Michael brightly. @itsmichael-darling​

Michael didn’t know exactly what Slightly had in store for the two of them today, but he’d never pass up a day with his good friend. Michael was lucky enough to have a free day, having finished his homework for all his classes early and not having school today, so it was great to have a day off the same time as Slightly. Now, the two of them were sitting at a picnic table and as Slightly opened his backpack to reveal all sorts of things, Michael furrowed his eyebrows with intrigue, “Hopefully they’ll send you discounts or something,” he smirked, “do you have any plans with this stuff yet?”

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fluggerbutterr​:

After his last conversation with Michael, part of Randy wondered if he would ever talk to him again. Having no clue what was going on between him and Wendy, it only made sense that he was unsure of what the future held. He never really thought about the future much before, considering everything was handed to him growing up and he didn’t have to do anything for it. Now that he had to own up to his mistakes though, he was realizing that the future was in his hands, and he had to grow up and make some hard decisions in order to be better. “Thanks .. That actually means a lot.”

He couldn’t help but crack a smile at his words, shifting in his seat so he was fully facing Michael. “You’re joking right?” He chuckled, but then he realized that Michael was serious and his smile faded a little bit. He felt kinda bad for him, and it was the first time he realized that nobody ever went out of their way to ask him for advice before. 

He sighed, hesitating to try to help. He couldn’t help but feel a little pressure, considering this is the sibling of the girl he was currently missing. “I’m probably not the best help, unless you wanna end up like this later down the road,” he motioned to himself. “But .. I don’t know how I did it with Wendy.” He didn’t understand how he did any of it — it all felt like a lie now, feeling like he was a different person now that he wasn’t drinking. “I guess it’s just a mystery.” He paused, biting the inside of his cheek. Part of him really wanted to help Michael, considering how he’d been giving Randy the benefit of the doubt lately. “If it helps.. Confidence is a huge part of it. Just .. Knowing what you want and going for it. But, you didn’t hear it from me.”

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When Randy asked him if he was joking, Michael looked at him like a deer in the headlights. “No..” he spoke softly, keeping his eyes on Randy just in case. He didn’t wanna say the wrong thing around him. Even though he had a nice talk with Randy a while back, he was still a little hesitate to say something wrong. Michael just wanted to be on his good side. When Randy started to give him advice, Michael really listened and he waved his hand as soon as Randy said something negative about himself, “hey, don’t say stuff like that about yourself, got it?” Then Michael nodded as Randy said he didn’t know how he was able to pull the string with him and Wendy, “Ah.. confidence,” Michael looked down at his lap, “Thats a hard one for me, makes sense—thanks, Randy,” he smiled, looking up at him.

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middleduckdewey​:

Dewey laughed along with Michael, happy to have a brief moment of normalcy with a friend. He shrugged his shoulders as well, using the remote to begin searching through Netflix for some entertainment. “I’m sure our vocals would sound lovely together, but my voice is also not in its best state, either,” he admitted. Taking deep breaths wasn’t easy for him, and that was an important aspect of singing properly, so it was something he’d been temporarily avoiding. 

He smiled. “Aw, don’t get all sappy on me, Michael,” he teased, nudging him with his arm. “I’m glad we’re friends, too. You really didn’t have to stay here stuck with me.” Dewey was used to being an adventurer, taking his friends on exciting journeys and giving them memories they’d never forget. Sitting around watching Netflix all day surely didn’t feel the same, so he’d been worrying that no one would want to keep hanging out with him after awhile of this. It was far fetched, but a genuine concern of his. “Yeah, let’s do it! Thanks man.” He replied as soon as Michael mentioned food, continuing to search for a movie. He figured he had time to keep looking while Michael figured out what to order. “What sounds good?” He asked, personally content with whatever, especially if Michael was willing to pay for it. “Pizza’s a good choice if the other two get home at some point and will want to steal some.”

Mentioning his brothers made him think of something, breaking his focus from the TV and looking toward Michael. “You’ve been hanging out with Huey lately, right?” He asked, though he already knew the answer. Being stuck at home, he became hyper-aware of when everyone was coming and going at the mansion, and sometimes even where they were going and with who. “You think he’s doing alright? I’m just asking ‘cause .. after the fight and the rave, I was sorta worried about him.”

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Michael looked over at Dewey with a shocked face, “You? Your voice not in its best state? You sound amazing always, please,” he shook his head playfully and nuged Dewey, careful not to touch any parts he thought could be bruised. Then Dewey nudged him back when Michael was getting sappy and Michael wrapped an arm around his shoulders again. “Oh please, I’m not stuck here with you, silly,” he squeezed Dewey’s shoulder, keeping his arm around him as he fished out his phone with his free hand, scrolling right a way to Pizza Planet online to get delivery, “That sounds like a great idea, on it—whats all of your favorite pizza toppings? Or should we play it safe and just get pepperoni?” He chuckled. 

Then as soon as Dewey mentioned Huey, Michael felt his cheeks flush a little bit and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “Yeah, yeah I have,” he felt like he had just consumed tons of candy, from how sweet his smile was, “I think he’s doing alright—I’d tussle someone if they were making him upset, no hesitation,” he smirked to himself, “has he... I don’t know.. talked about me any more than usual?” He asked, his voice sounding a little suspicious only because he was curious, not knowing if he wanted to let Dewey knew he liked the guy’s brother.

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hubertduckk​:

As if he’d woken from a dream, Huey felt his heart sink a bit as Michael asked to lay down with him. For some reason, it felt so decisive, so final to accept the offer. He was still so unsure of what he wanted, who he wanted, and he couldn’t lay down with Michael and later retract it. He couldn’t just do that to his best friend. Leaning his head against the wood, Huey cracked a sad smile, holding his head in his hands. “Michael, I–” he began, feeling hot tears coming to his eyes. “I can’t…I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t know what I’m doing, and…I can’t do that, I can’t do any of this, without figuring that out first.”

It was one of the hardest things he had to say, and it took everything in Huey to not fall into his arms and lay there, forgetting about everything and everyone else forever. After what happened with Finn, though, and feeling the unspoken but present tension after they’d kissed…he couldn’t have another friendship be affected like that. “Please don’t be mad. I just want to be sure about, um…whatever it is I’m doing,” he laughed sheepishly. “If that’s okay.”

Michael wouldn’t lie. His heart did hurt a little and his stomach wanted to sink through the floor of the treehouse but he stayed strong. When Huey began to speak, explain himself, Michael completely understood but it still hurt—made his heart skip a beat, but it rang through his body in a way that made him bite the inside of his cheek. “It’s.. okay, Huey,” he spoke softly, looking up at Huey with soft eyes, and he took a small breath in, “It’s okay, I get it—trust me, I do..” he reached out, his hand grazing Huey’s shoulder, “I want you to be sure too, and I don’t wanna hurt you either.. can you maybe just..” he patted the space next to him, hoping that was okay enough for Huey. “I won’t bite you, I pinky promise.” Michael tried to give a little smile.

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tjkixxd​:

“Olives just looks so… sad. I mean every little slice is so shriveled and weird looking. I will say a whole olive is pretty fun to stick on the end of your fingers though and poke people with it. Almost like a wet willy sometimes, but with an olive. That’s also a really great idea and if you hear anyone in the back of the pizza planet yelling, don’t worry about it. Just having an olive good time.” He added with a laugh. Tj waved a hand. “It’s all about having fun! If you’re laughing you’re playing the sport right. And don’t worry, no bones shall be broken on my watch! Kickball can be pretty harmless too… well kinda. Just don’t worry too much about it. I got you covered.” 

Michael was nodding along to Tj’s lament towards olives, but when he mentioned wet willy Michael spit out his drink—practically a scene out of a comedy show. His knowledge of different slang from where his family lived before Walt Grove made Tj’s word choice sound completely different to Michael and he had to take a moment to collect himself. “Mate, you do realize what you’ve just said, yeah?” He looked at Tj and started chuckling to himself, and as Tj continued to describe the scene in the back of Pizza Planet, Michael’s cheeks started to look tomato red. That was almost too much for him to imagine. “Okay okay, thank you for covering me,” he smiled wide, and then tilted his head, “you down to hang out sometime soon, then?”

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wendymadarling​:

Wendy knew Michael’s voice better than anyone’s, and she knew exactly when he was about to cry. Nearly every time it ended in the two of them in tears, on the floor of their childhood nursery, but this time, Wendy leaned her head into her brother’s shoulder, wiping a tear from her eye. “Stop that,” she insisted, tapping him lightly in the chest. “I’m just so happy for you, and I’m so happy you told me. I can’t wait to see where this new part of your life takes you.” Sniffing loudly, Wendy broke from his embrace, letting out a laugh. “My goodness, what a start to dinner. Well, now you have to tell me if you have your eye on any boys. I simply cannot sit here and not ask you.”

Michael couldn’t stop himself from chuckling through his little sniffles. He was able to pull himself together before he went back to his seat, “Well, I suppose I’ve had little crushes here and there—nothing too serious, but..” he trailed off, not really wanting to open the can of worms of his first boy crush—Peter. Feeling his face flush a soft pink as he looked down at the food on the table, a little shy talking about all this. Although at the same time, being able to talk about boys with Wendy was making him a little giddy as well. “I do have my eyes on a certain someone,” Michael looked back up at Wendy and grinned, “I’m sure you’ve heard of the Hubert Duck.”

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middleduckdewey​:

Having Michael there to keep him company completely lifted Dewey’s spirits. His brothers were both good company for awhile, but Dewey didn’t want to keep them locked in the house every day with him, so when they left the house now, he brushed it off like it was no big deal. In reality, he was going insane stuck inside the mansion, and it was only a matter of time before he finally ignored everyone’s wishes and escaped to freedom. Dewey laughed. “That sounds like my kind of movie.” He sat beside Michael on the couch, turning his head to face him. “You better do some vocal exercises before you come over again, then, ‘cause I’m always ready for some singing,” he smiled. “I haven’t, but sounds interesting,” he reached for the remote, “Is it on Netflix?”

Michael couldn’t stop himself from laughing just thinking about what Huey or Louie would do walking in on the two of them singing a musical at the top of their lungs. “I’m gonna sound like a gorgeous dead horse on Broadway, darlin,” he laughed and slapped his knee, before shrugging his shoulders. “Either that or Hulu or Prime.” He honestly couldn’t remember where he saw it, but he knew it was somewhere. “But really, I’m down to watch anything, I’m kinda curious if we can harmonize,” he chuckled and then ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m so glad you’re my mate, Dewey, you’re a real cool lad,” he nodded his head as he looked over at him, and then hummed to himself, “we should order food, too, now that I’m thinking about it. My treat to you!”

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continued from here; @fluggerbutterr​

Randy had quickly grown to like Wendy’s youngest brother. Michael had been surprisingly nice to him, gave genuine advice, and didn’t seem to be completely against him like everyone else. Randy always needed some sort of reality check from others, always so wrapped up in himself that he never sees what is right in front of him, and Michael’s words hit harder than Randy expected. He sighed. “Yeah, if only I realized that sooner.” 

Michael sighed and let his head fall back to rest against the park bench the two of them were sitting at. “Well, you did a great thing by apologizing to Wendy and Huey so I think things should be good, mate,” he titled his head and peeked his eyes open to squint at Randy—the sunshine in his eyes. “I’m just curious, how did you woo Wendy?” He asked, and then sat up, “like you’re a tough guy, I think you have to have some sort of game if you made my sister like you—I just kinda like someone and I guess I would like to know some pointers.. my brother John isn’t any help, he’s a dork.”

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vanderquaack​:

It was an easy sell, the idea of a study date. Webby was engrossed and enraptured by the subject her courses were currently set on - the Golden Age Of Piracy - and with her memory being as sharp as it was, someone was bound to come ask her for help. Enter Michael Darling, brother of her friend Wendy, in need of some assistance in retaining information. It had been a friendly offer, and she’d jumped at the chance, both to flex her knowledge and to make a new friend. She’d shown up at the studio apartment with everything she needed in a pink canvas backpack, ready for the afternoon, her neatly hand-written notes and flashcards all perfect tools to help him along. This would be an interesting and exciting day for her, and maybe at the end of the day they’d get lunch, or meet up with his sister, or something else equally fun. A firm, charming knock on the door was how she first announced herself. Then, after a moment, she called, “ Michael, it’s me - Webby Vanderquack ! ” Her voice held the smile she wore as she spoke to the door. “ I’m here for our totally-platonic-but-still-very-exciting study date ! ” Because for her, she was possibly going to make a new friend, and if he was anything like his sister, it’d be a lasting and worthwhile friendship to have.

The moment Michael heard the knocks at his door, he jumped up from his seat with a big smile and made his way over to open it. He couldn’t help but chuckle at Webby’s words and when he opened the door to see her, he grinned wide, stepping in for a hug. “Hey! Webby! Thank you for coming over, I’m excited I just hope I can retain any and all information,” he laughed at himself, before stepping aside to let Webby inside his studio apartment. “Welcome to my humble abode, it’s not the greatest thing but it isn’t the worst, close to campus and Pizza Planet,” he shrugged, liking the pros more than the cons, obviously. Michael shut the door behind them and then walked over to the little kitchenette area, “Would you like anything to drink? I got sparkling water, lemonade, kombucha,” he opened the fridge and looked over at Webby with a smile, “I’m not the biggest kombucha fan, but sometimes I like it, usually the strawberry kind.”

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hubertduckk​:

Huey was totally unaware of where his best friend stood, to say the least. “You have?” he asked, though he already knew the answer from Michael’s replies. He was completely caught off-guard, not sure what to say, He loved Michael as a friend, yes, but he’d never thought of him as anything more before now. Now, though, was different. Now was unsure, complicated.  It was even more complicated than Huey and Finn when they’d met at the coffee shop of on the beach. “Of course I don’t want to ruin anything,” he said, as this much he was sure of. “I always want you around, no matter what. I can promise you that. I can promise you that nothing will change, that our sleepover won’t change…no matter how we feel about each other. Because romantically or not, I love you. That will always remain, and–and who cares what person comes between that?”

Michael could feel his heart race and his face softened as he looked at Huey. His eyes were locked on his and he felt his cheeks flush pink. “Huey, you have no idea how much you mean to me,” he reached out and caressed his face, before patting his cheek with a little giggle, thumb brushing over Hueys’ cheekbone gently. “I love you too, Huey,” he spoke softly, sincerely and straight from his heart. It was almost exhilarating to be so open and honest with Huey—even though it was a little nerve wracking, too. He laid down beside him and then opened his arms wide, “You wanna snuggle? I wanna be your little backpack, you skyscraper,” he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips as he looked up at Huey. Michael couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather spend all his days and nights with. Huey just felt like home to him.

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tjkixxd​:

“And that’s how you know you’re a true brother. Honestly feel that way about all my friends sometimes, if they aren’t a little shit every now and then, they’re not a real one.” He added with a small laugh before taking another bite. “I think we all have that one friend that’s like that. Little energizer bunnies or something like that. I’m sure I have my moments like that too.” As he listed out the order of his pizza he grinned. “That sounds like the most perfect pizza honestly. Olives kinda freak me out, I won’t take the extra work to pick them off, but they’re odd. Not a fan. Shit, chicken bacon ranch is also on the top of the list.” Laughing he just ate away at his pizza. Tj was pretty content talking pizza all day, who didn’t like it? “I help couch a little baseball team, work here, kickball after dark with a few friends, which you should totally join us if you’re down, keep out of trouble sort of deal. You?” 

Michael couldn’t help but nod his head. “That is very, very true Tj,” he let out a laugh following Tjs small laugh, and when Tj went on he couldn’t help but let his laugh grow. “Oh you cannot be more right about that, mate, I could see that in a couple of my friends for sure,” Michael couldn’t help but think of Huey—always so smart and just making sure everyone was okay. “Olives are freaky for sure, I don’t get the appeal, which who knows maybe I’ll have an olive spiritual awakening one day but its not anytime soon.” He listened to what Tj did for fun and Michael nodded his head slowly, “You’re very sportsy—I feel like I’d be a duck out of water, playing any sport really, but I’d be down to try. I’d just prefer not to break any bones,” he laughed.

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wendymadarling​:

Wendy had made it clear that she was going to be present for her brothers, no matter what it entailed. She loved them more than anything. When Michael blurted what he wanted to say, it was an easy response. “Oh, Michael,” she said with a smile, “I’m so happy for you.” It was the first time that she’d had this conversation with anyone before, and it felt even more special that it was her own brother. Wendy felt from his confession that she was one of the first people he was telling this to, and she couldn’t help but beam with pride. “I love you. I love you no matter what you want, or what you choose. You’re my brother, you’re my Michael, and I’m so proud of you. You’re the best there is,” she said with a grin, her throat closing a bit with tears. “Thank you for telling me.”

The way Wendy reacted was a weight off of Michael’s shoulders. Of course Wendy would be super amazing about the whole situation. It really made Michael’s eyes start to brim with tears, and he didn’t know why he was getting so emotional. “Wendy.. please,” he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling out, glad Wendy was his rock in his life. “I love you too, you mean so much to me,” he felt himself grow even more emotional as Wendy started to get emotional, and he walked over to Wendy and gave her a big embrace. “You’re the best big sister anyone could ask for, you know that?” He let out a little cry, “I’m so lucky to be your little brother, even though I’m taller,” he let out a laugh now, too.

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hubertduckk​:

This was not the first time Huey had been caught off guard by a kiss in the past few weeks, and he wasn’t sure when it would finally become the last. All of this had been coming out of nowhere: he had no idea that people could even like him like that, nevermind do so much to kiss him, too. This one with Michael, though, felt different, even more confusing than the rest. He was Huey’s best friend in the world, and…had he really missed all the signs? Was he that oblivious? Huey kissed Michael back, for a moment, before being the one to pull away, his eyes wide. “Did you–” he sputtered, questions racing through his head. “Mean to? Do that?” Huey asked, his voice cracking. “Did you mean to do that?” he blurted finally, able to form a sentence. “I mean, if you, uh–I just…had no idea you…I mean, I could be a total idiot, but that was, um….holy shit.”

Michael felt his head spin when Huey kissed him back for a moment before they both pulled back. He was almost breathless. His heart was racing and his cheeks were burning bright. Huey started sputtering and god, he was so cute. “I did, yeah,” he confessed, smiling bashfully as he pulled the pink blanket off his head so he could run his fingers through his hair, “I-I hope you don’t mind?” He asked, voice high, unsure how Huey really felt. “I mean, I’ve always kinda liked you, goes to show I’d remember something from our childhood that.. meant a lot to me,” he blushed and let out a little giggle, “and just coming to terms with a lot of things.. kinda made me realize how much I do like you, you know? And you deserve someone to make you feel special.. if.. if you don’t wanna ruin anything though I totally get that,” he felt his heart to race more, panicking a little now, “I-I don’t wanna mess anything up with you, Huey—”

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hubertduckk​:

Huey felt his cheeks grow hot, not used to the wave of compliments being thrown at him. He never considered himself any of those things before, especially after lasting this long without dating anyone, really. He kind of thought he was a bit of a lost cause at this point, with Dewey and Louie both having girlfriends now. “Well, thanks,” he said, grateful that Michael couldn’t see the redness in his face in the dark. “Dude, how do you remember that? That was so long ago, I don’t even think I remember the whole day.” Shaking his head, Huey. nudged Michael with his shoulder. “How the hell could I forget about you? What does that even mean? You’re my best friend, you’ll always be. I mean, you’ve stuck around this long, unless you think I’m secretly annoying and have just been nice for all these years or some secret I don’t know,” he joked, though it was a bit of a fear of Huey’s with all his friends.

Michael shrugged his shoulders and chuckled softly at Huey. “How could I not remember it? It was like a solid memory in my mind that highlighted the greatness of Hubert Duck,” he explained, feeling his own cheeks start to heat up, tinting a soft pink. When Huey nudged Michael with his shoulder, Michael turned to face Huey with a wild grin, looking into his eyes as he heard him explain one of his fears. “Huey, c’mon..” he trailed off, feeling himself get a little emotional, his heart starting to race, “you’re not annoying, trust me, I don’t know what I’d do without you, you—” he took a small breath, closed his eyes, and without really thinking, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Huey’s lips. Michael could feel his heart beat even faster now, and he swore his entire face was flushed brighter when their lips made contact. On one hand, he didn’t know if he just messed everything up but something in his heart just told him to do this. 

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hubertduckk​:

Climbing up after Michael, Huey snuck into his favorite spot in the treehouse. It was the spot where he’d put his handprints on the wood as a child, painted in red. The three brothers were afforded the space to paint whatever they wanted at the time, and while Dewey and Louie fought over which wall to put their message on, Huey’s handprints were simply in the middle of the floor, written under it the year that they’d built it. It reminded him of the entire process, of how he’d never felt closer to his brothers and Donald until then. Suddenly, his attention turned toward Michael, and Huey felt his heart stop for a moment. No one had ever asked him this question before. Weren’t they too young to know? “I mean, yeah,” he admitted, “I’ve thought about it. I just don’t know who that is, really. I mean, my mom is gone, I don’t know my dad, and Uncle Donald never found anyone, either. What am I supposed to know about finding a soulmate after all that?”

Michael listened to Huey talk, listening to everything he had to say while Michael scooted over to sit beside him, resting his head on Huey’s shoulder—pink blanket still wrapped around his own shoulders and over his own head. Huey deserved to find someone, he was perfect in every way really. If Huey didn’t find anyone, Michael sure wouldn’t—true love would be a bust. “I think it’ll surprise you, Huey,” he spoke softly, reassuring him, “you deserve the best, you know that? Anyone would be lucky to call you theirs forever—I mean you’re the whole package c’mon, you’re ridiculously and incredibly smart, funny, handsome, and don’t forget compassionate and down to earth,” he added with a small grin, “I can’t forget that one time we all went to get ice cream when we were little and I wasn’t looking where I was going and I completely biffed it, and you fixed me up without any hesitation on what to do and you even shared your ice cream because mine got sidewalk toppings.” He made a yuck face at the memory of his fallen ice cream, but chuckled at it at the same time,  “just promise you won’t forget about me, okay?”

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hubertduckk​:

Huey raised a brow at the mention of Michael’s new endeavor and grinned. “Wendy writes stories, doesn’t she? Like sister, like brother. Maybe she can help you out,” he suggested. He hadn’t met Michael’s older sister just yet, but had heard quite a bit about her between the fight and being friends with the Lost Boys. “You should never feel like things will be that bad. You have me, and your siblings…we’re always here for you. Unless you call me Huey-Hue again. Never do that,” he said sternly, but jokingly. Huey lead the way out of his room and out to the backyard, to the treehouse that he, his brothers, and his Uncle Donald had built. “After you,” he said as they reached the ladder, gesturing for Michael to go up first.

Michael nodded his head. “Yeah, she inspires me a lot actually, but I don’t know if I have real talent like her—or the stamina to make it happen,” he shrugged, “I’ll give her a ring and see if she can help out.” Michael then let out a big gasp, overdramatically taken aback by Huey’s dislike to the new nickname. “I spent minutes perfecting that nickname, Hubert,” he just had to mimic Huey’s stern voice as the two got to the treehouse outside. Then when Huey let Michael climb up, he eagerly ventured up the ladder, unlocked the entrance hatch and opened it before getting on inside. Just being in the treehouse made Michael feel complete, thankful for all the memories he had with the duck bros there growing up, and he was glad some of their sleeping bags were still up there too. Michael went ahead and turned on some lanterns before settling on the sleeping bag he usually used, pink blanket over his head and around his shoulders, “You ever... think about the future and who you wanna spend the rest of your life with?”

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tjkixxd​:

“John, I’ll keep my eyes open. I tend to be kinda good with people, and the more I know the better.” He added with a small smile. Besides, he could use some guy friends that weren’t just at the Pizza Planet. Nodding he chewed his piece. “I could have pizza warm or cold, any meal of the day honestly. And there are so many different flavors and toppings and kinds I could hit ever craving too. Smart man on the mean prep, my friend.” Tj shook his head. “Veggie isn’t the worst, but I am defiantly a supreme pizza guy. Is this one your favorite?” 

Michael let out a laugh, covering his mouth as he was chewing, “John can be a real twat sometimes, love him to bits though. Just, once he sets his mind on something...” he trailed off and made an exasperated face, “he dives head in and Wendy has to try and remind him to catch a breath.” He swallowed down his piece of pizza and then grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, “I could do supreme, yeah. Just no olives, and extra bell pepper,” even though he was already eating, his stomach rumbled at the thought, “yeah it’s one of them! Other than this my stomach loves a chicken bacon ranch.” He leaned back and just took in the scenery around the two of them, “So what do you do for fun, Tj?”