Brian was sitting at the kitchen table in front of his computer trying to think of something to write. He often thought about writing about his life, but he figured no one would bother to read it. Even so, he decided to give it a try.
As he was writing he heard a soft cry come from the living room, it was cry that he hadn't heard before and yet somehow recognized. Peering into the living room, Brian saw that the crying was coming from Meg, who was on her knees. On the floor in front of her was a smashed cell phone, her hat was thrown in the corner as if she no longer cared for it. Brian stood up and simply stared at the doorway, for the first time realizing how beautiful Meg was. To clarify, Brian's classification of beauty was in the Cinderella type of sense in that he was in no way thinking of Meg in the sexual way, just thinking of the word and applying it to her.
Brian didn't say anything, only watched, closing off his ears drowning out all sound and letting his eyes do the work. It didn't take a genius to see that Meg was hurting, Brian just didn't know why, he didn't want to know. All he knew was that Meg was crying and he was there.
Meg gently brushed her hair and tried to compose herself as she nervously picked up the smashed remains that used to be her phone. When she looked up Brian had her hat in his mouth, sitting like a happy little dog that hadn't seen his master in a while, his tail wagging carelessly. He did this to try and get a smile from Meg; instead Meg snatched the hat from Brian's mouth and violently placed it on her head. It was almost as if she hated wearing it and yet somehow loved it. Brian looked down at himself and smiled, he then let out a laugh it was warm and playful.
"What's so funny?" Meg asked turning to Brian giving him a hurt stare
"You are" Brian answered as he shook his head, still laughing in the process.
Meg huffed, it was more than hurt. It was the huff that told Brian that he had just driven a knife straight into her heart and shot her in the face at the same time, "Glad to see you're so amused with my shitty life" Meg replied sadly, "At least people notice me when they laugh."
Brian switched tactics and became serious, "Come on Meg, that's not what I meant" he said reassuringly, "You just make me laugh is all."
Meg stood up and sat on the couch; Brian turned around and remained on the floor, deciding that right now he needed to be a dog. "What about me makes you laugh Brian?" Meg asked curiously as she took off her watch, Brian in response took off his collar and sat it on the floor and stretched his limbs out as if he were a cat.
"You hate your hat" Brian answered with a yawn as he scratched his ear with his hind leg, "I just find it funny that you wear it all the time." Meg rolled her eyes and laid down on the couch, Brian moved closer in order to continue the conservation that Meg obviously ended. Meg closed her eyes and attempted to sleep, Brian got right in her face and rubbed his nose, which was cold and wet, on Meg's cheek, "Stop it Brian!" Meg screamed as she woke up, "Can't you see that I'm..." Meg trailed off she didn't need to finish her sentence for Brian to know what it was she was going through, for he had thought the same time many times.
Brian slowly stood up and grasped Meg's hand, pulling her up to her feet. "Come on" the dog said, "Let's get you up." Meg looked around the room and saw nothing of particular interest. "Follow me" Brian continued, "I wanna show you something." Meg rolled her eyes, the only thing she wanted to do was go up to her room and cry, Brian knew this, for he had felt exactly what Meg was going through. Meg however, complied and followed Brian into the kitchen.
Back at his computer Brian pulled up YouTube and logged on to his page. "This is my YouTube page" Brian explained as Meg walked into the room, "It's where I advertise." He opened the first video on the list, "This was me about six months ago..."
Brian was sitting in exactly the same chair he was sitting in now, everything was just darker. For some reason the lights were turned off. Brian's eyes looked red as if from a lack of sleep, a bottle of Jack Daniels could be seen clearly next to the computer. Brian looked at the screen and flashed his teeth as if he were checking for food and then began to speak.
"For those of you who care, my name is Brian Griffin. For some reason I don't have a middle name, but that's not important right now. What is important is what I have to tell you-" Brian took a drink of Daniels and continued, "I am not who you think I am. In reality I am..." Brian disappeared underneath the table; a good bit of noise could be heard underneath it. When Brian reappeared he was dressed in a Batman costume, complete with Christian Bale voice, "Batdog, defender of Quahog and protector of the weak!" Brian struck the Superman pose and ran off screen before the video ended.
Meg turned to Brian extremely confused as to why Brian showed her this. In truth it was to try and make her laugh, it didn't work. "What was the point of that?" Meg asked seriously, Brian shook his head in disbelief, "We all have our superheroes Meg" Brian explained as he pulled out a box from underneath the table, revealing his Batman costume, "Mine just happens to be Batman." Meg shook her head and brushed him off, walking back towards the living room. Brian however wasn't having it; he was going to get a smile out of her one way or another. Brian immediately had an idea.
Meg went back to sweeping up her phone, when she looked up, Brian was standing in the threshold between the middle of the kitchen in his banana outfit.
"Okay, how about this one?" Brian asked hopefully, "This working for yah. Come on, let's see a smile Meg."
Meg remained stoic; she slumped her shoulders and went headed upstairs to her room.
Brian sighed deeply and looked down; he didn't even get a chance to sing yet. Brian shrugged, he wasn't going to let Meg stop him from having a good time, still he thought it would've been better if Meg had at least stayed downstairs. Brian shook his maracas rhythmically and danced his way upstairs.
"Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! Where yah at? Where yah at? There you go! Now there you go, now you there go. Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat!" Brian made his way to the top of the stairs and continued dancing towards Meg's door, which was open. Upon hearing Brian, Meg closed the door and locked it.
Brian stopped, sat his maracas on the ground and slipped off the banana suit. He then walked downstairs, through the kitchen and all the way outside to the garbage can where he threw both the banana suit and the maracas away. He just didn't see the point if he could make people laugh with it, so why even bother?
Brian sat down at his computer and pulled up his current project that he was working on. He read it aloud to himself twice before he deleted it. Brian figured that he could always write about himself another day, right now, he needed to be a dog. Turning off his computer, Brian walked back upstairs.
Putting his ear to Meg's door, Brian carefully listened, the only thing he could hear were the quiet sobs that Meg was making as she sat on her bed feeling pitiful. Brian breathed in and gently rapped on the door, hoping against hope that Meg would answer. She did not. Brian hung his head down sadly, feeling as if he failed her and sat down by the door, for Meg had to come out sometime.
Meg came out of her room at 2:00am. Everyone was asleep, everyone that is expect for Brian, who was curled up in as tight a ball as he could make with himself resting against Meg's doorframe. Meg disappeared back in her room for a moment and reappeared with a blanket and covered the sleeping dog up before heading downstairs. Brian opened his eyes and stood up almost as soon as Meg left and entered Meg's room.
Brian cautious crept next to Meg's room in the darkness, for turning on the light would alert Meg to his presence, for he guessed that Meg was most likely in the living room. It was just a guess but Brian didn't want to take any chances. Brian pulled out a pad and a pen and began writing.
You are more than you think you are- Brian aka: Batdog, Defender of Quahog (and protector of the weak!)
Brian then placed the note on Meg's pillow and walked out of Meg's room only to curl back up and go back to sleep right in front of Meg's door.