Letters For Our Lovers
When suddenly a low brews up inside Stewie for an unexpected person, he's unsure if they feel the same way. Stewie writes letters, which are meant to be unsent, to this crush of his only to find out...
Chapter One: His Hero
Disclaimer: I do not own Family guy.
A hot, summer day. The perfect day for a mini vacation to the local pool. The Giffin Family, residents on Spooner Street, in Quahog, Rhode Island, took a trip to the pool to cool off, and then planned to kick back and relax in their new air conditioner, back at home. They were welcomed to the local pool and all took to what they wanted to do. Meg sat on a beach chair, tanning. Brian sat at the martini bar. Chris and Peter were taking turns on the diving board, and Lois took Stewie into the shallow end of the pool to splash around.
The sparkling pool water rippled and splashed as people jumped in and swam around. Lois Griffin held her baby, Stewie, half-way in the water as he splashed around his little swimmers diapers, somewhat enthralled by the crystal-like surface and the satisfying mist.
"I dare say, mother, this is quite the refreshment!" he cheered, grinning and splashing; his eyes dancing with enjoyment of the pool, as he watched people swim like fish around him, and the water errupt like a hot spring. He even laughed as he splashed.
"Look at you!" said Lois, raising him up in the air, then back down to the water, keeping his upper body from the surface. She giggled and lightly splashed water at him. "My big boy, splashing in a big pool!"
"Hey, Lois!" Peter called, waving from the other end of the pool, his gelatinous form hanging over the tiny bathing suit he squeezed himself into. He was at the beginning of the diving board, readying himself for a stupid stunt Chris dared him to do. "Lois!"
She looked up at her overweight, moronic husband, who was standing on the diving board, her eyes scanning him skeptically, but she kept pleasant smile on her face as she waved, still holding on to Stewie..
"Lois, watch me!" Peter called, waving. He would remind you over and overgrown child the way he acted, but somehow, Lois loved him.
In a slight run, Peter started, swaying and went right off the diving board, slipping and hitting his head on the pool tile around the edged, knocking him out in a ditzy daze, rather than doing the triple flip backwards, as Chris' dare was.
"Peter!" yelled Lois in fright for her husband. Forgetting about Stewie, she let go of him, and she swam to the other side to save Peter from intaking too much pool water or, worse, drowning.
Stewie began splashing frantically, a look over terror glued on his face. "Help! Help me, you fools!" he screamed, splashing and going under a few times. His baby butt hit the bottom of the pool and bubbles streamed from his mouth as he kept on trying to yell for help, with no avail. He felt light-headed, and finally surfaced as someone pulled him up and out of the water, near the edge of the pool.
"Stewie! Stewie! Oh God!" yelled a familiar voice, bustling around to try and help him. He was so obviously frightened, you could tell by the tone of his voice.
"CPR!" yelled a person watching in a frantic cry. "Save the baby! Mouth to Mouth!"
Stewie was still conscious, but he didn't open his eyes, he seemed incapable. Then, someone's mouth was to his, blowing air in him, then pulling away to check his heart, pumping lightly on his stomach to relive the tiny tummy of the pool water he took in. Stewie, at once, opened his eyes to see Brian press his mouth back to his and blow air in his fragile body, a look of determination of Brian's face. When he pulled away, Stewie began choking out the water he swallowed and sat up, coughing.
"Oh, my baby!" cried Lois, picking up Stewie and kissing him all over his face. "Oh Stewie, are you alright? Mommy's so sorry, sweetie! I didn't mean-"
He pushed away from her. "You tried to kill me!" he yelled, tears welling in his eyes. He was ashamed to cry. He pushed away from Lois and ran in front of Brian. "Dog, you...you saved my life." He spoke in the most grateful tone, looking up at Brian who looked back.
He looks so...beautiful, Stewie thought unwillingly, and suddenly found himself hugging Brian. Why am I thinking that? Brian seemed so angelic when the light hit him. He saved me...what is this I'm feeling?
"Hey Brian," said Peter, laughing a little. Brian looked up at him. "You're a hero now!"
Brian looked down at Stewie, who was crying on his coat, sincerely. He patted his head, not realizing that Stewie was blushing.
Stewie looked up at Brian and wiped his tears. "Uh...thanks." he said, looked down at his little toes ackwardly.
"Yeah," replied Brian, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don't mention it."
Peter picked up Brian and put him on his shoulder. "Tonight we celebrate!" he cheered. "I'll call the guys. Lois, we'll be at the Clam! Don't mind us when we get home, we'll crash on the couch! Promise not to wake ya!" And he walked straight into the parking lot, taking the car, leaving the rest of the family at the pool, and driving to the Drunken Clam to celebrate hero Brian.
Stewie stood and looked at the pool like it was an evil monster, ready to kill him if he even took a last glance at the pool, so he looked away. He refused any eye contact with Lois, no matter how sorry she pleaded. They had to take a bus home and Chris and Meg started arguing, Stewie sat alone, and Lois tried to break apart her two fighting children.
Finally, they arrived home. Chris took his place on the couch, and Meg sat beside him, reading the magazine she was reading earlier by the pool. Lois went to work on dinner, and Stewie walked up to his room to tell Rupert about what happened, adding more horrible detail to make Lois look much worse than she really was He locked his mother out of his room, and changed into his normal clothes, still explaining the story, leaving out his thought about Brian. Stewie took hostage of Meg's laptop from her room, and began writing a letter to his savoir.