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Who the hell is this? Brian thought as he continued to stare at the girl. He had never seen this girl in his life before. How did she even know that he lived here? The only answer that come to his mind was Stewie. Stewie had to do something with this. "Uh, I'll be right back," he said as he walked back into the kitchen.

Lois looked back at Leslie and nervously chuckled. "I'm sure he'll be back in a while. Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable?"

"Oh thank you for your hospitality," Leslie said as she walked over to the couch and sat down. Lois sat next to her and the tow ladies went deep into their conversation.

Once Brian walked into the kitchen, he lifted Stewie out of the highchair, escorted him out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into his room. "What the deuce?" Stewie angrily said, "you know I hate it when I'm interrupted while eating."

"Whatever," Brian said as he slammed the door behind him, "what did you do?"

"What?" Stewie shrugged.

"Don't act all innocent Stewie, I know you're up to something."

"Is that what your instincts tell you?" Stewie asked as he folded his arms across his chest and had a look of satisfaction across his face.

"Yes and they're tingling," Brian growled as he scrunched his eyes at Stewie.

"Do you want to know?" Stewie egged him on, "do you really want to know Brian?"

"YES!" Brian yelled in frustration, "just tell me before I grind my teeth onto something hard."

"I suggest Lois's legs," Stewie said, "she does have hard bones. Anyway my dear friend, follow me into my closet." He approached his closet and pulled it open. "This was is creation that made your character come to life."

Brian's eyes widely opened in surprise. "My character?"

Stewie pressed a button on the machine's keyboard and Brian's writing came out of the slot. Stewie took the papers in his hands and walked over to Brain. "Do these look familiar to you?"

Brian took the papers in his hands and looked at the words that he had written the night he was drunk. "'Why can't I find someone better? Someone that has the same likes, someone that is nice to everybody, someone that loves everything she sees, someone who is not stuck-up or snobby and is not a wimp to pick up a brick and hurl it across the sky, I didn't write this!"

"Keep reading," Stewie insisted as the dog look back at his writing. After he was done writing his words, he looked back at Stewie. "Satisfied with my work?"

"No not really," Brian said, "it says here that she has curly brown hair. That girl out there is a brunette."

"So?" Stewie asked.

"So, how am I supposed to like her if she doesn't look exactly like the girl that I have written about?" Brian added.

"Oh come on Brian," Stewie said as he flung his arms in the air, "at least she has the hourglass figure you wrote about, she could be strong, she could be sweet, she could have the same hobbies as you, such as the same tastes in jazz music."

When Stewie said that, Brian's eyes brightened. "So you designed her your way but added some things that I had written about as well?"

"That and a few little glitches," Stewie added.

"What glitches?" Brian asked in a serious tone this time.

"Not telling!" Stewie yelled as he grabbed the doorknob and ran out of the room.

Brian ran after Stewie but as he was running down the stairs, he found himself running into the arms of a woman. He felt himself being pulled closer into this woman. "Oh my gosh aren't you a cutie?" her voice said as she hugged him closer and closer.

"Can't...breathe!" Brian gasped as she let go of him and landed on the ground. He got up from the ground and looked at the girl that had given him that death squeeze. She was pretty, the way he had written her, she had auburn hair, pretty eyes, but judging by that hug, she had a very perky personality. He hoped that this was the only glitch that Stewie had added.

"Hi, I'm Leslie," she introduced herself as she petted Brian on the head, "are you that handsome man who wrote about me?"

"Oh yes he is," Stewie, who was sitting on the couch, answered, "but he's more like a dog than a man."

"Aww!" Leslie gushed as she clasped her hands together and walked towards Stewie, "this little baby is so cute!" she wanted to snatch him in her arms and give him a powerful hug, but Stewie immediately jumped off the couch and ran back into the kitchen.

"So," Brian said as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "I heard that you like jazz?"

"How did you know?" she asked, turning around and looking at him with a bright smile, "I love old jazz. You know, music from Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee."

"I'm a jazz lover myself," Brian said, "I'm glad to find that we have something in common."

"Me too," Leslie said, "we're both jazz lovers and I'm an animal lover," she gushed as she put her hand on Brian's head and petted him.

Brian's tail wagged at her comforting touch. "Oh yeah," he said, "to the right, to the right, oh yes!" he yelled as he began to pound his foot against the floor, "man, that itch has been bothering me forever!"

"Oh aren't you a cutie!" Leslie squealed as she kissed him on the snout, "who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?"

"Me!" Brian yelled. He leaped towards her and began kissing her face. Leslie giggled through the kisses. Everything had happened so fast that she was happy to feeling the love from her creator.

"Brian what the hell are you doing?" a voice came into the living room. Brian and Leslie looked up and saw Peter Griffin looked at them.

"Sorry Peter," Brian apologized, "this is my new girlfriend named Leslie."

"Hi," Leslie said, getting up from the couch and shaking his hand, "nice to meet you."

Peter looked from Leslie and then to Brian. "Holy crap Brian, where did you find a babe like her?"

"A babe?" Leslie repeated, "really?"

Brian frowned when he heard that satisfied voice. He could have thought that she sounded surprised when Peter said that, but to him, it sounded more like she knew that she was a babe. "How about I take you to the park today?" Brian offered.

"Oh I would love to," Leslie said, "how about a little later? I would like to meet the rest of the family."

"Uh, sure," Brian shrugged, "I would just like to get to the park before it gets dark."

"Oh we have plenty of time," Leslie said, "your wife told me that you also have a son and a daughter," she said as she turned her attention back to Peter.

"Yeah they're in the kitchen," Peter said.

"I'm gonna go and meet them," Leslie happily said as she ran into the kitchen to meet Chris and Meg.

Brian squinted at the girl. Never in his eight years of life had he dated a girl as happy and perky as her. Oh well, maybe this was something new to try. Then again, she liked jazz so at least they had something to talk about while they were in the park. How bad could that be?

If Stewie had anything to do with it, it was going to be pretty bad...