Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin and Hobbes. I would rather praise Bill Watterson for his work than write about it, but hey…it's what I do. I originally wrote this at the Calvin and Hobbes Discussion Area, and people liked it, so I decided to post it here. It's a little on the short side, but I like it anyway. I hope *cough cough* you do to. R&R…puh-leaze…I think all C&H fans all suspect that Calvin has a secret crush on Susie (even Watterson thinks that), and in this little ficcie he tries to come through. He doesn't quiet make it, and he might never will, but at least he's trying.
She was walking down the hall. Her books were held with care in front of her, like treasured friends. She smiled lightly, a smile of a new day.
That's exactly what it was. A new day.
The flower was small, a little brown in the stem. Not really a looker, but he had liked it. He knew SHE would like it. At least, he HOPED she would like it.
Calvin twirled the flower once in his fingers, thinking of the right words. It was hard, given in the back of his mind he had his G.R.O.S.S. reputation in his head. He was dictator-for-life. You could get kicked out of a club for something like this, even if he did contribute half of its members. The dictator-for-life might just be replaced.
She paused to get a drink. Calvin watched her hair fluft to her side in an angelic motion seen only in the movies. He sighed, then stared at his flower again. She had to like it. Of course, his reputation with her, from Susie's point of view, was something of a hell-raiser. Then again, she was kind and always seemed more than happy to invite Calvin over to play or for a milk-and-cookie party, even if he declined every time with an insult in her face as well. She HAD to.
She had stopped again, to talk to Nicole Peters. She stood, not shifting her books at all, just keeping them in their friends-forever pose. Calvin could never befriend a book like that, yet he would if that would mean getting her to like (dare he say, love???) him.
She reached Ms. Wormwood's door and entered with her friends in her arms. Not ever knowing she was being watched. Not knowing she was being loved.
Calvin stared at his flower, his ugly flower he thought was so pretty. He sighed a long, helpless sigh, then let it drop to the floor. Let the janitor take care of it. It didn't matter.
Tomorrow would be another day.