James threw the front door open and slammed it behind himself in great hurry.
His chest rose with every deep, stressed breath he took. He’s covered in mud and dirt and his clothes are filthy and torn.
“Have another run I’m with your biggest nemesis the dumpster?” Asked Derek, who’s sitting on the couch with his best friend Alexis (they are watching horror movies).
“No!” James said. “There’s this stupid stray dog down the road and every time I walk by on the way home he attacks me.”
“It was bad enough when people bullied you but now even dogs are doing it.” Derek said.
“It’s getting really old and I’m running out of good clothes.” James sulked, collapsing on the couch beside Alexis.
“Have you tried keeping dog biscuits in your pocket?” Alexis asked.
“Yeah. Needless to say the walk home was quite breezy.” James stated, shuddering at the memory.
“I can take care of the problem.” Derek said as he stuffed his face with buttery popcorn.
“How?” Asked James.
“I can’t give away my dark secrets.” Derek stated. “Now leave us alone before you start crying in fear of the movie.”
The next day James, who has prepared himself for an attack by wearing several layers of winter coats, gloves, and more, began to walk the dreaded path that was home to the vicious large bulldog.
Ten steps in then danger zone and still nothing charging after him.
By the time James arrived at the house, he was pleasantly surprised that Derek was actually able to fend off that bulldog.
“Derek,” James began after stepping inside, “I can’t believe you actually — WHAT THE HECK IS THAT MONSTER DOING HERE?”
Derek is in the kitchen, making a milkshake and standing beside him is the exact bulldog that attacks James every day.
“That’s Stalker. He’s my new pet.” Derek said, petting the dog apparently named Stalker.
“…You’re joking, right?” Asked James.
“Why would I be joking?” Derek responded.
“You can’t bring a stray vicious dog in the house!” James said.
“He’s not vicious.” Derek pat Stalker’s head, then Stalker barked and rolled over for a belly rub.
James stared at Derek. “I’m not cleaning up after him.”