What are friends for? (Stokely)

Stokely was laying on her bed, on her side in fetal position, sleeping tight. She was almost completely covered under white, clean duvet - only her black, messy hair was exposed. Young woman breathed calmly and she was feeling very warm, nice and comfy in her sleep.
She didn't even wake up on the echoing steps from the hallway.

But then the sound of knocking on the door made her gain some of her consciousness. She frowned, but didn't even care to open her eyes. It probably was a mailman, or some religion-freaks trying to brainwash people in very early morning when they were still in coma-like state. Or someone else as useless.

Stokes had been awake late last night, not drinking though. But listening music and chilling at home. She had thought about going to the nearby pub, but had abandoned that thought. She enjoyed being alone, it didn't make her feel lonely at all and had decided to not spend all her money to get drunk. So yeah. At least she didn't have any signs of hangover.

She buried herself deeper under her warm duvet and was about to continue sleeping. And then this horrible, rugged, high and absolutely off-key sound stung on her eardrums. Okay, now the person who was wanting her to open the door was really begging for blood from his or her nose. The sound of her doorbell was awful, it sounded almost like like dying animal.

Would the person give up if she didn't go to open the door?
'Go away, just get the f*ck away, no-ones home and blah blah blah just get the f*ck off I'm trying to sleep here you moron'

Didn't take long and the person pressed the button of doom for the second time. This time, longer. Stokely felt her blood pressure rising, okay. She could forgive the first one, but the second one always meant there was third one coming. So with aggressive hand movement the bed covers flew off of her and she started to look for her shirt - oh yes, she slept with only her pants on, feeling the freedom was better than getting hanged on clothing at night.
She was enraged by the sound of the doorbell. Just please, don't press that unholy button again!

She took black t-shirt from the couch, which had white tribal-like print on it, and was about to start pulling it on and then... That awful noise shredded through the air again. And it didn't seem to stop. Stokely pulled her shirt on quickly. It had been long time since she last time felt this angry. She'd kill the person who was doing this torture to her!

With rapid steps she stormed to the door and flew it open enraged, almost willing to push the person behind the door down the stairs.
"FOR F*CKS SAKE!!!"

She was quite surpirzed by who she saw behind the door. And oh, it was second time for him to see her only with a shirt and underpants.
She shoot almost insanely murderous glare on the young boy. Her ears hurt by that annoying sound and it seemed like the buzzer was stuck since his hands weren't even touching it.
She looked at the button of doorbell and gave it the hardest hit with her fist she was able to commit. It actually shutted down, and only the smacking sound was echoing in empty hallway for a while. That hit hurt her fist but she wasn't finished with this.

"What the f*ck is your problem Miles?!" Stokes yelled and gave a quick, angry look at the boy before she started to discharge her anger at the doorbell button by giving it a high kick she would've gladly wanted to give to Miles. She stared at the doorbell for a while like about to say 'I'll deal with you later!'
And oh yes she would, she'd glue that damn button closed so no-one would be able to use it anymore.

"Never, ever push that button of destruction again", she snarled and backed into her flat. She ran her fingers through her messy hair, took a deep breath and sighed. Finally that sound was over. Stokes still felt greatly irritated but at least she wasn't in so murderous mood anymore.
"You coming in or what?"

Miles greeted Stokes in a very Miles'ish kinda way, and she rolled her eyes.
"No s**t, Sherlock" she scowled as the boy and his two dogs entered her flat. She could've started neverending rant about this so Miles would never ever have courage to come behind her door this early again. But probably there was a reason for him to show up and it would be better to hear it before killing him. Yeah. It would be shame if the reason why he's going to die would get buried with him.

And oh yes once again Stokely didn't care about her clothing. She was in her own home and she could be just like she wanted to. In the end, she had wandered outside many times without any clothes. In dog form, ofcourse.

She walked to her little kitchen, listening Miles's meek apologizes at the same time she opened the fridge and searched for something to drink. She was still feeling very edgy. Well at least there was raspberry flavored mineral water in the fridge. Stokes took the bottle and. Miles kept short pause on his speech, and she came to the livingroom, facing to Miles with serious expression.
"Is there really any rational reason for you to wake me up this early?"

She opened her water bottle and was about to take a drink of it, but Miles's words made her stop. Her eyebrow raised. A business proposition? For her? From him? Okay, this had to be a bad joke. Or maybe a good one, but she wasn't on a very humoristic mood after that kind of wake-up call. But yeah, at least she was listening even though her ears were still ringing.

After he was finished with talking, she finally took short drink of her water and then looked at Miles with questioning look.
"A large sum of money, huh?" Stokes repeated.
'Why should I help you? What do I owe to you? I'm afraid you owe me now. It's not my problem if you have trouble getting in your school - my problem is that you woke me up. I'm tired, I'm angry, and you're annoying wimp. So why wouldn't you just f*ck off and let me continue my coma you piece of Miles!'

"So what's the problem? I don't have a car...or a helicopter...or even a harrier (it would be cool!). So if you're going to be late I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. I can't shape shift into a race horse you know."
Oh. That was kinda unexpected. But the tone on her voice was still giving out taunting of her un-settled down irritation.

Stokely listened Miles's explanations, about not needing to get in to school in rush, but that he actually needed an adult to sign the entery form for the contest. She drank some of her water. Fake older sister? Fake aunt? Oh this sounds reaaally nice...

Stokes moved the bottle off of her lips and quickly used her arm to wipe off a narrow trail of water which had escaped to run from her lips down to her chin. That small action had broken down the eyecontact to Miles for a while and once she looked back at him, she was able to see just how immediately the boy raised his eyes from little lower, back to her eyes. Young boys, you're so reckless. But she didn't even seem to make a note on that. ...For now.

Miles seemed very hopeful for this plan and actually was starting to tell Stokes to hurry up and get some clothes on. She glared at him.
"I hate you Miles."

Then, after just few seconds later she let out a deep, frustrated sigh and screwed the bottle top closed.
"You really couldn't get anyone else for this...job?" she asked and tossed the bottle right on the couch. "I can't believe I'm sayig this, but fine. I'll come with you. But know that if this isn't worth all of this s**t you put me through - I will find you. And I will kill you."

Then without saying anything else, she disappeared back to her bedroom to change some clothes. Some black jeans, socks and... Yes, she didn't bother putting anything under her t-shirt, just pulled a black hoodie on the t-shirt, and yeah, that was pretty much it.
In the end, to be honest - bras were uncomfortable and it didn't bother her at all not wearing it. If it bothered someone else - well, in that case. It wasn't her problem.

Once she got clothes on she travelled to the bathroom with brisk steps, not even caring to look at Miles. Like he wasn't even in there. And from the mirrors on the cabinets over the sink she checked if her yesterday's make-up had spread all over her face. Nah, it had stayed pretty well in put, but still she gave a little lick on her fingertip and cleaned some small kohl marks that were off place under her eyes.
Then she just took a brush from the mirror cabinet and gave a few quick strokes through her hair and after that. Yeah. Ready to go. Almost.

From most girls it took forever to get them ready for outside world after waking up, but gladly she wasn't like that. Actually she despised those who took hours to put clothes on and some make-up, too.
And then...she headed to get her shoes and jacket on in entryway where Miles was still waiting.

"So we're heading towards that mutant school you told me last time?" Stokes asked as she started to pull her black army boots on. "You haven't got any older sisters or brothers from there?"
After tying shoe laces she took her black leather jacket, made sure the keys were in pocket of her jeans as well as her wallet in breast pocket of her jacket and then - now we're actually ready to go.
She opened the door and did a little wave with her hand as a sign for Miles to get the f*ck out of my house.

// Sorry for taking so long! //

Even after Stokely's threaths and I hate you utterance Miles was being polite as he seemed to always be, and convinced her that the feeling wasn't mutual. And he thanked her. She just grunted out of frustration. He seemed to be overly kind all the time.

Once Miles stepped out of her apartment, he told Stokes that he was the eldest of those brothers and sisters. Oh. More kids. Ofcourse. How could a young brat have older friends, haha, silly me.
Stokes stepped out too and pushed her apartment door closed, click and it was locked. She still was cursing the situation inside her head. 'Why am I even doing this..?'
And then Miles got brilliant idea that maybe he should tell her the entire history of his family. Stokes aimed very considerable you-can't-be-serious look on him. And yeah. He really wasn't serious on this one, just laying out his jokes again. Too bad that Stokes wasn't on very happy mood after horrible wake-up. And to be honest, she wasn't a morning person anyways.

She followed Miles and his dogs outside the building. It wasn't very warm and slight wind made it even worse. But nah, it wasn't freezing cold. Could be worse.
And after just a little while of walking with them, she was able to see something not-so-nice; police cars, animal control cars, nasty things. Oh. Nice.
And Miles seemed to have noticed them too - probably even before he had come to her place, at least his exggrated surprise reaction felt like it.

Stokely sighed and rolled her eyes as he fretted about the situation and about his dogs - how they would make cops quickly realize they're mutants. Miles, you're meaning you and your dogs with that "we", right? I'm not part of that you, idiot!
"You should buy doggy-goggles for your mongrels. Or some fancy looking costumes that would make them look less...", she took a look at his dogs while searching for right words. "...creepy?", she finally blurted, shooking her head.
Okay, there were no good roads to avoid that part where the policemen were. She started to feel like saying 'you know, I think I'll head back to my bed, sorry Miles', but maybe she could try to stand this one time.

There was short silent moment as Miles seemed to be thinking, and she was looking for good ideas too. Well, one way would be him making his dogs run from some other route if he could, but as said those roads weren't the shortest options. Or maybe--

Miles opened his mouth and started to tell his idea. First her expression was more like waiting to hear some more, but as his plan started to go further strangely her expression wasn't so..impressed anymore.
"Miles, you son of a......" she scowled and turned to look at the police cars. "You f*cking knew this didn't you? You think I'm a bitch who would go there and get the attenttion of those cops with my feminine charm? And you really believe there could be any possibilities that it might even work?!"

She wasn't happy about the plan he had come out with.
"Why wouldn't we pull out the hopeless woman needs help getting back her blind black dog which escaped from leash card? You have full control over your dogs, right? You could make another one of them run around with it's eyes closed? It would be hilarious seeing them chasing your dog. And once you have passed by with another one, the dog could just 'return' to me and we'd continue our walk? I don't know. But I'm not going to make myself look cheap to get their attenttion!"

Miles tried to prove himself not guilty but damn, he was bad at acting. And what a moron - even if it was clear as water he had actually tricked her in, he still tried to explain something to make himself look innocent. How stupid did he think she was?

She crossed her arms when Miles got into "Do you even have feminine charms?" part.
...Mhmm, is that so? He seemed to quickly notice how graceless it had sounded and now he tried to fix it up. Actually it was quite hilarious situation - even though she was very easily pissed off and quite snappy, she didn't much care about the feminine charms as it brought into her mind all kinds of teenyboppers and overly-feminine, stupid women who only think they own the world with their tits and a**es. But geez, the way Miles tried to be absolutely polite all the time and almost seemed to panic a little bit when he acted a little rude. Haha, annoying and priceless at the same time.
Stokely didn't even say anything to it, but yeap, the look told it all; 'Oh you, I'll remember this.'

She explained her plan and Miles seemed to be very excited about it, agreeing that it was a great idea. Stokely shifted her eyes on the pooches when Miles started to suggest one named Tinaker. The smaller one? Was this the first time he had mentioned their names? Oh, what ever.
"Miles I'm not an idiot", Stokes said when he had given her instructions how to accomplish her part. She adjusted her hoodie's hood a little better on her sholders and ran her fingers through her fringe carelessly. Deep inhale, and exhale.

- Are you ready?
"Fine, let's do it" she sighed, sounding somewhat unmotivated. Yeah, she could be sleeping on her warm bed instead of doing this s*it.
"Keep Tin...Rin-Tin-Tin...whatever, out of sight. When I get there to talk to them about this little problem, I'll give you a sign for action by giving a stomp on the ground with my foot - and then you can bring out the fleabag and the fun shall start."

She turned to the way where the cop cars and animal control truck were, starting to walk towards them - but after a few steps she turned to face Miles once again, just to state for him with a mocking grin;
"...And Miles, I'm much better at acting than you. You really suck. Bad."

And then she just continued walking, trying to find suitable words to say and get a picture of how things could go. Wind was pretty cold this morning so she hid her hands into her pockets, and continued brisk walking, step by step getting closer to the cars and policemen. She started looking around like searching for something with her glances - like she was looking for a black dog.
"Here, doggy, doggy!" she felt so stupid calling that out, but it would look suspicious if she just walked directly to the policemen and said 'hey my dog is missing, wanna help?' So yeah. Let's look like a dumb chick, oh la la. She acted worried - just like any animal lover with a dog (especially a blind one) missing.
"Here, boy!"

Once she started to get close to the policemen, she jogged to the closest one - a man with blue eyes and blonde mustache, who actually smelled like cigars.
"Morning mister, I'm sorry to you bother you but my dog is missing!" she said, acting very concerned and using girly, more high-pitched tone on her voice than she usually did. "Could you please, pleease help me?"
A policeman turned to her immediately when he heard her voice. He had very manly facial features and ice blue eyes. "Good morning Miss, I'm sorry to hear that.. When and where did your dog run away? Is it dangerous to people?"
"No no no he's just unconfident - he's blind and I'm afraid something might happen to him! His name is Tin, a black, large mixbred dog. He managed to escape from the leash few blocks away."
He nodded and looked at his comrades quickly before turning back at Stokes.
"Don't worry Miss, come with me, I'll inform our animal control team about this."

Stokely cursed the uncomfortable situation inside her head, but stayed in her role, following the policeman to his comrades. He explained to them things she had told him.
"When did your dog run away?"
Oh she didn't remember to answer on that.
"Umh, something around a quarter of an hour ago? ... I can't believe this is happening!" Stokely exclaimed, lifted her right leg high up, and stomped it on the groud in visible motion. 'Miles the doggy...come oooon bring out the doggy.'

//I'm so sorry for long wait!//

Stokes slowly scanned the horizon with her gaze, waiting for the dog to arrive as the policeman told they can try to look for the dog but that she'd have to understand they're having some work to do here. Yeah yeah, I know just shut it.

A sudden slam sound made them all look to the direction where the sound came from, with questioning expressions on their faces. What the... Stokely had sudden urge to facepalm - to facepalm so hard that her hand would go right through her head and even further. But she had to keep herself cool.
'Miles what the f*ck are you doing?!'
Now what?

"Is that your dog?" one of the cops asked, giving a quick look at her. Stokely jumped right back onto her role after being a bit disoriented for a while. She looked at the dog carefully as it strated jogging away, not as fast as a dog really could do. Oh great.
And now Miles, pass through to the other side with your another monster-mutt. Go, just go before these morons catch the running snail.
"Ye..yes! That's my dog!" she yelped, pointing at the dog. Guys started to give each other orders how to surround the dog and get it caught. And the black doggy wasn't going fast enough. Miles can't you get it move faster?! He's going to get caught if he just--... Why was she even doing this.
She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to keep herself from yelling bad things at Miles, and going home after that.

What could she do to slow those men down? Ahh this is so stupid! F*ckers!
She heard animal control truck's door and some clacking, like tools... Oh fuck yeah. She turned to look at the man who was going to walk right past her. He seemed rather young, and he was holdng hand nets and those long sticks with loop on it's other head. Used to catch animals.
With those tools it will be easy to catch the doggy.

"He's scared already! Can't you be a little nicer to him!?" she whined. She felt sick of acting. This role was like acting a little girl in pink dress, crying for an ice cream or something. She was annoyed to act annoying. Better be good money, Miles. Or else you might find yourself altered. In an altered dog -way.

"You wanted us to help catching your dog - we will. But we have some work to do here as well, we can't spend hours catching one runaway animal!" that young man said in somewhat rude way.
"If you scare him he will escape again you idiot! Or even bite! He's blind, you're being unfair!"

"Calm down and let us do the job. Faster we catch the dog, faster we both can continue our lives."
Stokely snorted and wrapped her arms around herself. Moron.

Guy shared tools he was carrying to everyone who were going after the dog. Three hand nets, one for a fat bald cop, one for tall and skinny animal control guy who looked somewhat like Luigi from Mario video game series. And one for that-average-looking-blond-guy.
Other people got loop sticks.

And they were going after the dog.

And she couldn't figure anything clever to slow them down anymore.
Miles, better run faster than that dog.