More Than Just a Smart Ass (Teenage Stewie x Reader)

Escaping

    "So why are we doing this anyways?" Amber says. "It's ANYWAY, not anyways!" You correct. "Because it's fun, and plus, we can go steal stuff and junk," Stewart replies, "And the teachers get really mad when they find us." "So how long do we stay gone?" You ask, hoping it won't be longer than an hour or so. Your mom would freak. "About... a couple days or some weeks, if we can hide that long." You looked at him as if he came from a unicorn planet in outer space. "But my mom will freak out if I don't go home!" You say. "Hey, Y/N, if you go home I'll tell the whole school that you like Stewie," Amber whispered in your ear. "On second thought," you begin, "I think that it would be pretty cool to, you know, run away." Stewart looked at you. "You OK, Y/N? I thought you would be like, 'No, I'm too much of a douche to do anything cool or whatever'." You got mad. Really mad. In fact, you slapped him so hard across his face that his lip started to bleed. He wiped it off and looked at his hand, then he noticed the blood. He started to punch you, but he put his fist down and smiled. "Douche," he called you. You didn't want to slap him again because you didn't want blood on your hand and you thought you had really hurt him. "Oh God, i'm so sorry man! I didn't mean to hurt you in any way-" "Shut up, Y/N! You're only making it worse!" Amber interrupts. "We found 'em!" A police runs over to you, and starts to put handcuffs on Stewart.

     "Damn, the police already! Usually they would take like at least two hours," Stewart said. "So, Stewie, what girls did you run off with today, huh?" The police looks over at you. "Y/N?! What are you doing here with a rascal like him?!" It was your dad.

       Your mom was a nurse, and your dad was one of the most respected police officers there was. He had been to Quahog before, as he was stationed there when he still worked in the army. He knew almost everyone there, and knew most of the juvie kids, Stewart being one of them. And your dad had told you about him and to not hang out with him or to even look at him. "Run," Stewart whispers to you. You both ran as fast as you could far away. "Wait!" Your dad yells to you. You don't pay attention. "So where are we going to go?" You ask Stewart. "Umm, let me just say you might want to lock the door to the room you're going to stay in," he says with a nervous laugh. "Where are we going to go?!" You say again. "I'll give you one hint, 'giggity'." Oh god no...  you think. Then you face palm. "Not him!" "Hey, at least no one will know we'll be there!" "Yeah, but the problem is that i'll probably get raped, dude," you say.