“You need to go to this party, Stewie,” his brother, Mike told him.
“I’m not going to some stupid party,” Stewie replied back as he tried to read his fantasy book. “Will you please leave me alone so I can read my book?”
“I’m not going to leave you alone. You need to get out of this house, and have some fun.”
“I’m getting to the intense moment in this book so I would appreciate it if you would leave my presence,” demanded Stewie.
“You have read that book at least a dozen times. You probably know the book word by word. Get your butt off the bed and come to the party,’ his brother pleaded.
Usually Mike just left Stewie alone to do his own thing, which ninety percent of the time was in his room reading, watching TV, and creating his own games to play by himself. It was starting to worry Mike and the rest of the family so he figured it was time to get him out before something bad happens down the road. Maybe not, but why take the chances. He just needs to get out and blossom, and see all the wonders of the world. Ignore the ones who are out just to spread their misery and concentrate on the ones of positivity.
“You must not care about me?” Stewie asked him.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know how I am, but yet you want to take me to a party where I’m going to find the closest corner and put myself into the fetal position. Is that what you want to put me through?”
“That is not going to happen since you will find out you are going to have one fun night. You will experience a new world.”
“A new world surrounded by a bunch of drunk and drugged out idiots?” asked Stewie.
“Not all of them are that way,” said Mike. “Many stay coherent enough to get themselves home.”
“I’m not interested in the party atmosphere.”
“They have a swimming pool. And I believe a hot tub. You can stay in those the entire time. The one in charge of the party doesn’t want anyone intoxicated near either location.”
“You really want me to go?”
“YES. You need to go, and get yourself out of this room. You will have fun. Just bring your swimsuit if you don’t want to be in the house.”
Stewie sat there contemplating, which gave Mike some hope. Mike watched as Stewie’s facial expressions changed constantly from disgusted, to a slight grin, to utter disgust, to a little wider grin. He then put his book on his lap and looked at Mike.
“I will give this a try,” Stewie reluctantly said. “If anything happens that brings me to tears I will never, ever, never forgive you for the rest of your life.”
Mike smiled, and smacked Stewie on the shoulder. “You are going to enjoy this. Just have faith and an open mind to the way parties work.”
“We need to be heading out around eight o’clock so be ready to go,” said Mike and left the room.
Stewie tried to go back to reading his book, but couldn’t concentrate on what he was reading as his mind was going through a swirl of emotions. He put the book back on his nightstand, laid back, and closed his eyes.
“What am I getting myself into?” he thought. “I know I’m going to regret this.”
Time slowly ticked by as Stewie looked at the clock constantly. He put on some music, but that didn’t help matters so he turned on the TV. That helped a little, but the party was full on inside his head.
Dinner soon came, and Stewie ate as he thought of the party as Mike sat there humming away.
“You are loving this,” he thought as he looked over at Mike with repulsion. “You love to torture me. I should back out, but then I will have to hear about it for months upon months.”
Dinner came to an end, and Stewie went to get himself ready. He tidied himself up, and used his cologne which was hardly used since he never went anywhere.
“It’s time to go brother!” Mike called out as he entered his room. “Let’s go and party.”
Stewie followed Mike as they left the room and to the front door.
“You two behave yourselves,” their mother said as she lay on the couch reading your favorite magazine. “I know you will Stewie.”
“I will too, mom,” said Mike.
Soon they were on the road, and heading to the other side of town where his buddy lived. Stewie found his buddies parents were out of town, and was okay with their son throwing a party as long as there was no damage.
“Is his folk’s naïve?” Stewie asked Mike. “There is a good chance of damage.”
My buddy, Nick, knows he will be paying for it if there is,” replied Mike.
“Doesn’t sound like the party will be much fun for him,” said Stewie. “Watching all these clowns stumbling around, knocking shit down.”
“He has done this before. Everything is fine. Don’t worry about him. Just relax and have a fun time.”
They eventually came to the house that Stewie thought was more like a mansion. There were vehicles of all types parked all over the place.
“Great,” said Stewie. “A ton of people.”
“The better for you. Better chance you will find someone like you. Maybe even a girl,” chided Mike.
“Give me a break,” said Stewie. On the super shy side he wouldn’t even know what to say to her. He would wind up sounding like a dork.
Mike parked the car, and headed toward the front door. Stewie was starting to feel sick, and about to tell Mike he was going back to the car to sit for an awhile. Probably the entire time they were there, but decided to hang in there. Some little feeling inside him told him he will be okay and tonight was going to be a life changer. The question is if it was his inner angel or inner devil.
“I guess I will find out.”
They went inside, and immediately bombarded with countless souls, chatting away, yelling, drinking, smoking, and who knows what on some that seemed to already be under the influence.
Most of them knew Mike as they shook his hand, hugged, punched him, kissed him, or did some kind of slap down show. Mike told them about Stewie, which they welcomed him the same way as Stewie cringed whenever someone touched him.
“Can you take me to the swimming pool?” said Stewie. “It’s still warm out so want to take a swim before it gets too cold.”
“I can take you there, but I want you to meet everyone so they can see I have a brother, and that he is actually out of the house.”
“I suppose you have told them that I stay in my room all the time?”
“Not all of them,” said Mike as his face got red.
“Thanks a lot.”
“A few more people then you can check out the pool.”
Stewie tried to hurry Mike through the crowd as quick as possible so he could get to the swimming pool. Eventually, the time came, and Stewie was taken to the backyard where he saw the large pool, and a good sized hot tub right next to it. For the first time since he got here a grin came to Stewie’s face.
“Where do I change?” he asked Mike.
“There is a changing room there to your right. Enjoy yourself, and hopefully you will meet someone else back here. I’m staying inside where the party is happening.”
Stewie walked over to the changing room, which was about the size of a small two bedroom house.
“This family has the money,” thought Stewie as he went to the door.
Before he opened the door he heard a girl cry out behind him. He turned around and saw a guy with dark, slicked back hair grabbing a girl that was trying to go into the pool.
“You are staying with me, Tina,” the guy growled at her. “I’m not here for you to be in the pool the entire time.”
“Let me go! I just want to cool down.”
“Hell you are!”
Stewie just stared for a bit not knowing what to do, and immediately regretting coming to this party. But, his thoughts changed drastically when he saw the guy suddenly smack her in the face, and she fell into the pool. The timid attitude suddenly changed to one of the heroes from the many books he had read. He went directly the guy, who turned to him, and was about to say something, but never got a chance as a fist crashed into his nose, and off he went into the water.
Stewie looked around and saw that everyone had stopped what they were doing and staring at him. He looked into the pool and saw the girl the jerk smacked looking up at him. The jerk floated up onto his back, knocked out cold.
“Oh shit,” he muttered. “I can’t believe I did that.”
He figured he would surely be kicked out of the place.
“You are the man!” a guy called out.
“I can’t believe you did that!” another one called out.
Next moment, he was surrounded by people congratulating him, clapping him on the back and shoulders.
A very wide grin came to Stewie’s face.
“I can’t believe you did that,” said Mike, suddenly beside him. “I just caught a glimpse of you taking out that jerk.”
“I can’t believe it myself,” said Stewie.
Stewie was expecting to be kicked out, but quickly found out that the guy he punched was causing problems from the start, and was about to get kicked out. A couple of big guys grabbed the jerk and hauled him off to dump him in the front yard.
Stewie suddenly was the talk of the show as everyone came up to him, chatting away. He was surprised they didn’t put a crown on his head, have him sit in a chair, and lift him up into the air.
“This is the most attention ever,” he thought. “And it feels good.”
He finally came back to the pool, quickly changed, and jumped in. It didn’t take long for him to have a visitor.
“Thanks for taking out that jerk,” said Tina, coming close to him.
“Sorry your boyfriend was a jerk to you.”
“He’s not my boyfriend anymore,” she said as she gave him a smirk.
Stewie realized this was the best night ever in his life, as he chatted more with Tina.
The egg had cracked, and the adventure is about to start.