Rocky Start

Thanks to everyone that's reading this story! It's my first story ever so please don't be too harsh with reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome and please REVIEW so I can know what you think!

I do not own Family guy (only in my dreams) XO

Chapter 1: Beginning

It was a relatively calm day in Quahog, Rhode Island, unless you counted the Griffin house of course. While everything was pleasant on the outside, there was currently a storm brewing on the inside.

"What the hell are you guys doing in my room?!", Meg entered to find her whole family reading her diary.

Startled, Lois dropped it on the floor, "Oh Meg, sweetie... we're just...umm..."

"No Lois... Lois, just let me handle this", Peter turned and looked at his daughter, "Meg, we're reading your diary".

"...What the hell is wrong with you?! You can't just go into people's bedrooms and go through their things! That's personal you jackass! How could you all be so horrible... what kind of family are you?", Meg screamed and ran out of the room crying.

"Peter, what were you thinking, telling her that? You should've made up an excuse!"

"Well, I'm not gonna lie to her, Lois", Peter said to his wife, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, I feel just awful now, maybe we should go apologize to her."

"Relax Lois, she's fine, if anything she should be apologizing to us for being so rude", Peter said.

"...Well, maybe you're right", Lois said uncertainly and sat down.

"What was that all about anyway, didn't she overreact a little more than usual?", Brian questioned.

"Actually Brian, you're right! This type of thing happens literally all the time and she's never gotten this mad.", Stewie replied.

"Yeah, what the hell is her problem, she on her period or somethin'?" Peter piped in.

"Hey guys, I got an idea! Let's go through the rest of her stuff!", Chris suddenly piped in.

"Yeah, great idea Chris!", Peter yelled.

"...Well... I guess that's o.k", Lois stated.

"Alright! I'm part of the group!", chirped Stewie.

"Yeah, sure but I only have an hour, I have a date with this girl I met online", Brian boasted.

Flashback occurs:

Brian is on his laptop, talking to someone he just met online, 'so, since we're finally meeting each other, what's your real name? Mine is Brian.'

Stewie is in his room, also on a laptop, rapidly typing, 'My name is Desiree. I'm looking forward to having dinner with you tonight, Brian!'

Flashback ends

Meg ran outside to the tree house in the backyard. She carefully climbed the steps and when she got inside, she sat down and started bawling. It was a few hours later when she looked at her cell phone and realized what time it was.

"I've been out here for over four hours and no one's even come looking for me, I can't believe they don't even care what happens to their own daughter!", "Ugh, this is the worst day ever!"...

"Why do they hate me so much anyway? I'm a part of this family too!", Meg sighed and looked out the window and before she knew it, her eyelids were starting to droop. Less than a minute afterwords she had fallen asleep.

The next thing Meg knew, she was awakened by the sounds of birds chirping.

The sleepy girl yawned and lifted her head from the window frame. "What time is it", she wondered to herself.

It took her a few moments to realize where she was, "I guess I fell asleep" she looked at her cellphone and sighed in disappointment.

"No one even looked for me last night to see where I was or if I was even okay." Fighting back tears, Meg looked outside and saw the sun just starting to rise.

"I better go inside. Maybe I can at least get some more sleep." Meg stood up and stretched her tired, aching body.

She stumbled to the ladder and started climbing down the rickety steps. As she made her way down, she heard a distinctive crack and suddenly she lost her footing and fell right off the ladder. She looked down and and saw the ground rapidly approaching.

"AHHHHHHH!", she screamed.

She flailed her arms out in front of her, trying to grab onto the ladder, but it was futile. Her struggle sent her hat and glasses flying off. It seemed that the only thing to greet her was the hard ground below.

"Is this really how my life is going to end?", Meg couldn't help but think to herself.

"AHHHHHHH!" With no way to save herself, Meg closed her eyes and waited to feel the impact of the hard ground beneath... But just as she was about to reach the grassy terrain beneath her, she suddenly felt a pair of strong arms grab her and pull her to their chest.

Meg was so scared that she couldn't even register what had happened for a moment. The person that caught her fell back from the impact.

"Ow!"... "...Geez Meg, are you o.k"? Meg slowly opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times.

She quickly realized what had happened and that she was on top of someone.

She looked down at the person that had just saved her life and was severely shocked,"...Mr. Quagmire? ...What are you doing here?"

"What am I...what do you mean, what am I doing here? I saw you falling off the damn ladder so I ran over here to save your life!"

"Oh my gosh, that's right! I am so sorry Mr. Quagmire!", "Please don't tell anyone, I'll never live this down! I'm so so sorr..."

"Meg, are you o.k?", Quagmire asked softly.

"What, oh yeah, I'm fine", "Thank you so much Mr. Quagmire, You saved my life.!"

Quagmire immediately let out a sigh of relief, "thank goodness."

Just than he felt Meg shift on top of him and a certain part of his lower region started to immediately stiffen. He looked up and noticed her disheveled hair, the pink tint of her cheeks, and the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. She wasn't wearing her hat or glasses and he noticed just how beautiful she was for the first time. That was one girl that he would not allow himself to think about in that way.

Despite what many people thought about Quagmire, He was in fact, a very kind person and very loyal to his friends. Most people only saw a Horny, fun-loving man with raging hormones! And to them, that meant that no female was off-limits. However, for some reason, this girl was.

"oh no, I gotta think of something else... oh, but it feels so good... ugh, that doesn't matter, she's my best friend's daughter and not to mention, she's too young... I think". "Uh, say Meg... just wonderin' but, how old are you?"...

"... I... I'm...", Meg suddenly started to tear up.

"Ah! What's wrong? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that!", "Dammit, what was I thinking? ... Don't... Please don't cry Meg."

"Sor... sorry Mr. Quagmire... b.. but... my birthday's in a week...", "I'm gonna be eighteen. Eighteen! And my whole entire family forgot..."

"That... that's horrible! How could they do something like that? I'll go talk to them right now if you want me to, Meg."

"What? No Mr. Quagmire, please don't do that! I... don't want someone to have to tell them, o.k?"... Meg blushed as she spoke the last part.

"Hmm... o.k I understand!", Quagmire grinned boyishly at Meg.

Suddenly, she felt a deeper blush creep onto her cheeks. She'd never seen Quagmire smile like that, and for him to smile that way at her, "oh, uh thanks a lot".

Quagmire nearly lost it when he saw her blush, "uh, Meg?"

"Yeah, Mr. Quagmire?"

"Um... well, you're still on top of me."

Meg looked down and noticed that he was right. She suddenly sat upright, causing her body to shift against his. Quagmire moaned and she realized

that she was straddling him!

Quagmire involuntarily thrust, causing Meg to blush a deep shade of red, "Mr. Quagmire!"

Finally, he started to come to his senses and sat up straight, accidentally knocking Meg off of him in the process, "ah! Meg, I'm really sorry! I wasn't even thinking..."

"Uh, It's o.k... I was still confused from falling off the ladder... so I didn't even realize what I was doing... stupid me huh?", Meg stuttered, blushing furiously.

Quagmire laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, well I'm glad you're o.k."

"Yeah, oh... Mr. Quagmire? Why are you in your underwear outside anyways?"

"Oh, that. Well I was just going to the mailbox when I saw you falling. Had a robe somewhere around here... oh, there it is right over there... by the mailbox... It's o.k, I like the breeze on my body... It feels good you know, to just let it all hang out."

"Um... sure."

"O.k, I just gotta go now"

"Wait, Mr. Quagmire! Umm... Thanks for... you know... saving me."

"...No problem, any time you need saving, just call...I uh... I'll see ya around.", Quagmire turned away and started walking home, wondering all the way, why he was talking so foolishly, he was usually so smooth.

"That was... strange.", they both thought at the same time.

As Quagmire walked home, a passing thought occurred, "I think... I want Meg", but it was gone as quickly as it had come and Quagmire quickly brushed it off. "Well, that's impossible, ha! ...Now I gotta go take care of this thing", he thought to himself as he looked down at his crotch.

Trying his best to forget about what had just happened, Quagmire picked up his robe, grabbed his mail, and hurried inside.

Next door at the Griffin house, Meg found herself having very similar thoughts. "Wow! Quagmire just saved my life... Laying on the ground like that, breathing hard, with his hair tousled... he looked really cool! ...Oh my gosh, what am I thinking? He's such a playboy... and he's my dad's best friend!"

With all those thoughts still swimming through her head, she grabbed her hat and glasses and ran inside with a blush still lingering on her cheeks and a small smile tugging at her ruby, red lips.