Hey guyz! So i don't think this stories rating will change mainly because i'm sort of experimenting with Stuart and Phil. I don't exactly know how i like them being together yet. It's a switch in relationships, swinging away from Kevin x Stuart or Dave x Stuart. It's something new.

Also, I found myself making the shorter, plumper minion's always the "bad guys" in a sense. I don't know why but they always did look a bit more menacing then the others.

Anyway, here's chapter 3. Enjoy!

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Stuart was one who would easily erupt at someone who had interrupted his way of doing things. He knew that, but he didn't care. He didn't get violent, but he would spew strings of profane words, glare, or growl at another coworker if they got in his way. Like today, Carl, a short, round and plump minion came up to him today while he was programming a brand new jam cauldron that Gru placed in the lab. It wasn't huge like the jelly tanks but it was still a pretty good size for creature as big as they were. Anyway, Carl started going off about how the cauldron had been worked wrong and wasn't doing it's proper job. Stuart, of course, got angry. Not only was Carl telling him that he was doing his job wrong, but he didn't even bother with trying to have a calm, civil conversation with the already irritated minion in the first place. Stuart did his best to ignore the blustering male, digging his hands into the mechanics of the machine and trying to get it to do what it was supposed to do. He had to fix someone else's mistake, which he honestly didn't mind, but when another henchman comes storming up to him when he hasn't even been there for fifteen minutes, it sets a small fire in Stuart's veins that only continued to grow as more words spilled from Carl's mouth. After the same thing went on for almost half an hour, Stuart was fed up with the other male.

Stuart stepped down from his stool and bounded towards Carl, readying some nasty words. Poking an accusing finger into the shorter male's chest, he snarled. "If you think you know what the fuck you're doing, then why don't you get your fat ass up there and do it yourself." Stuart spat, making Carl glare back at him. "I'm doing things by the manual, you know, the one that Gru gave me? And last time I checked, you were the one that got moved over here because you didn't know how to do shit at your last station. What makes you think you could do this any better than how I'm doing it right now?"

"Part of me is saying that you're the reason they have an area like this. You work here, so that must mean that you're dumb as a rock, Stuart."

Stuart laughed, then turned a devious look onto the short male. "Actually, Carl. I don't work here. I simply come by to program the shit out of this thing so that you can do your job. Which, by the way, is putting fruit into the cauldron to be cleaned. Real fucking simple. I work in the mechanical area, one of the more tougher jobs. This job is perfect for you."

"Well, before you leave to go back to your job, mind sending someone down here to show me how to work this? Or is that too hard for you?"

"I'm done here, but if you're so worried about that..." Stuart slapped the manual that the boss gave him into Carl's face, knocking him back a little bit. "Read the manual. Oh wait, someone might need to help you with that too!" Stuart snickered before slamming his workers hat onto the fat minion's head and running off. "At least there's pictures!" The one-eyed minion called back before he vanished behind a corner.

Stuart was headed back to his area when a familiar voice caught his attention.

"Stuart!"

Turning, Stuart saw Dave running his way. "Hey, Dave." Stuart greeted when his friend caught up to him.

"I saw what happen between you and Carl." Dave said, making Stuart roll his eye. If he was going to be lectured, he would seriously like to opt out on that for now. "You alright?"

"Yeah. He just irritated me. He came to me saying that I didn't program the new device we just got right and that it wasn't doing what it was supposed to. He didn't even attempt to try and approach me nicely about it, so i sort of went off on him. I was able to keep to myself for nearly an hour though!"

"He didn't seem to be too upset about what you were saying." Dave laughed.

"You should have heard the things he said back to me."

"I bet it was worth throwing your helmet on his head the way you did." They shared a laugh before Dave continued. "Where you headed?"

"Back to my station. We aren't doing anything today so i'll probably be sitting there for the whole shift like I did the other day."

"Yeah. Even though you've got a tough job, you've got a lot of downtime."

"Yeah."

"A~nd maybe you could use that downtime to talk to the others, get to know them."

Stuart turned an agitated eye on the minion next to him. There he goes with the whole "talking to people" thing again. "Why are you so determined to try and get me to talk to anyone?"

"Because Stuart, you need to socialize some more."

"I did yesterday, isn't that enough?"

"I mean with more people than just me." Dave whined, they talked all the time. The two eyed minion didn't have a problem with it, but he didn't want Stuart to be alone so much.

"I talked to a different guy yesterday actually." Stuart said with matter-of-fact tone.

"Really? Who?"

Stuart snorted at the amount of excitement in Dave's voice. "His name was...uh...Phil? The one with the hair that does those crazy curls? It wasn't anything serious though. He was trying to invite me to a Valentine's Day party."

"What did you say?" Dave smiled, an obvious bounce in his step.

"No."

"Stuarrrrrrrttttttt!"

Said minion chuckled when his friend visibly deflated. "You're so dramatic, Dave."

"Why would you say no!" Dave said, grabbing Stuart by the overall straps and shaking him. "That was your chance to get out there!"

"Well the chance is gone, he most likely won't come back." Stuart retorted, gently shoving Dave off of his shoulders and walking passed him.

"If he cares he will!" Dave said loudly, calling down the hall to Stuart as the one eyed male walked away.

"Who's ever cared enough to come back to me?" Stuart laughed.

"I have!" Dave saw Stuart stop in his tracks and after a few seconds he looked back at the other minion.

"What?"

"I have. Kevin has. Bob has. And Phil, he actually approached you instead of using some stupid letter."

"What does that have to do with anything? He just wanted to invite me to a party. That doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah it does."

"How?"

"Because you were the only one he invited. Phil doesn't have any friends, Stuart"

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Inside Dave and Kevin's room, Stuart was frantic. Has he found someone he could possibly have a chance with? Even though he didn't really know the guy, he had no friends and yet, he came to him and he pushed him away.

"I am such a fucking idiot!" Stuart ranted, hands launching upwards as he tried to think. "How could I be such an asshole to him and i'm the only one he tried to come and invite somewhere?!"

"Come on, Stuart. It's alright. Just try and tell him that you're sorry." Kevin implied, "You can do that. I know Phil and even though I don't really talk to him, he's got a heart of gold and will most likely accept your apology."

Stuart's legs gave out, the thoughts and guilt slamming his brain made him weak. Slumping to the floor, Stuart sighed, trying to clear his head. "That's the only thing I can do, i'll feel so bad if he's upset because the one friend he tried to make was a piece of shit to him."

"Maybe you can get him a gift for Valentine's Day. I know you despise the holiday, but don't you think that he will be so happy to get a present from the one he went to?" Dave said, pulling out of Kevin's embrace to sit next to Stuart as Kevin sat on the other side.

"Yeah. But what do I get him?" Stuart asked, feeling a little better as Dave rubbed his back.

"Get him some flowers and chocolates or something. I know you did that in the past, but it's still something. He'll like that."

Stuart let out a sigh before nodding. "Okay."

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Stuart mused over various idea's as he sauntered through the isles of the store. He wished Dave and Kevin had come along but they sent him off on his own saying, "This is something you need to do on your own, we shouldn't be helping."

"Apparently it won't mean as much." He said quietly to himself. The store he was at had a very wide selection of different candies. If he got them all, Phil would forgive him for sure!

Throwing as many bagged treats as he could into his hand basket, that he had to drag around, he continued on, looking for the flowers. When he rounded a corner, subsequently on his journey to the back of the store, his mouth dropped open in awe when his eye caught the elegant display of flowers. There was so much to choose from. There were roses, daffodils, posies, and more that he couldn't name. Walking up the the most colorful bouquet he could see, he held a tight grip on them and made his way back to the front to pay for his stuff.

-Afterwards-

There was a, as Bob put it, "giddy" feeling in Stuart's stomach as he walked through the hallway. Many eyes were turned to him in slight amusement, some confused, and some he really didn't care for. When one of his brother's would roll their eye, or eyes, at him for carrying a heaping pile of bags and flowers, all he could do was smile. At least he got what he needed.

Coming to his door, he pressed a few buttons and waited for it to unlock. Once done, he pushed open his door and went inside, switching on the light. His room seemed so much brighter for some reason. In fact, everything seemed so bright to him now. Maybe that was a good sign.

Placing the groceries down, he pulled out the first item. A basket. The wooden tote was a light, soft color that was laced with a bow at the top. The bow was decorated with hearts and 'XO's. It looked nice. Taking out the filling, a papery shredding like stuff, he stuffed a little bit of it into the bottom and let some of it hang out of the sides. He pulled out the candies next. After he ripped open the bags, he dumped chocolates of many kinds onto it. There were hard candies to go with them, making the basket shine with a rainbow of colors.

"Now for the flowers..." Stuart said, a small smile casting across his lips. He picked up the floral decor, the sweet aroma making his senses tingle. He couldn't wait till Phil saw this!

All he had to do was wait a couple more days and he could give it to him, until then, he'd have to put them in a cold place so the chocolates wouldn't melt and the flowers wouldn't die.

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Chapter 3! Valentine's Day is close and Stuart is, for once, excited about it! Hope the chapter was enjoyed!

-PZ