so here is a quick Calvin & Hobbes short story I wrote for fun a couple o months ago. just so u kno, calvin is 13 in this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own calvin & hobbes *sniff*
"Calvin!" his mother shouted, "Where are you? Help me clear out the attic!" She searched around and found in in the old tree house reading.
"Hi Mom," Calvin said without looking up.
"Come down Calvin. I need your help," she said. He closed his book and followed his mother inside. There were boxes everywhere. It was spring-cleaning time. Every year they focused on a different room to clean. It was the attic this year.
"Mom! Do I have to help clean? I was at the good part in my book!" Calvin asked. His father climbed down the steps with more boxes.
"It builds character, Calvin. It's good for you," he told Calvin. Calvin just rolled his eyes.
"Dad, you've been using that same line since I was six," he retorted. Calvin was then dragged upstairs. He walked into his room to find it piled with boxes.
"Here, his mother said, "Look through these boxes and see if you want to keep anything." She left Calvin to the boxes.
"Here we go again," he muttered, then, opened the first box. It was a bunch of his old clothes. 'Nah,' he thought, and put the box aside. He did the same for all the boxes until only one was left. The first thing in the box was a sign. On it was an acronym written in a messy scrawl:
G.R.O.S.S: Get Rid Of Slimy girls
He chuckled quietly. This was a club he made up in the first grade. He forgot who else was in the club, but the concept was funny nonetheless.
Next was a small helmet and pads; Calvin remembered that he wore these when he learned how to ride a bike. The bike would always 'hurt' him somehow. Now riding a bike was his favorite activity.
He then pulled out a clipboard that read Vote Dad in '88! He always pretended that being a dad was an elected position, and would always talk to his dad as such.
Next was a page of incomprehensible cursive that contained information about a biology test of some sort. Calvin was confused. He had never taken biology. 'The only person who took biology,' he thought, 'was…Rosalyn!' Rosalyn was his babysitter. He stole her science notes once and obviously kept a page.
With a smile he picked up a faded red heart. He quickly read it remembered it was a valentine from Susie when they were little. He turned it over. It said on the back:
Calvin,
Please give this to Hobbes.
Susie
Hobbes! Calvin dug through the remaining items. A dinosaur book, no. Two newspaper hats, no. Tinker-toys, no! Then, at the bottom of the box, there lay an old stuffed tiger. Dirty and patched, it provoked so many memories.
Calvin picked it up and looked at it, Hobbes. His best friend. He started to outgrow him when Calvin started making, new, real friends.
Calvin loaded all of the stuff back into the box, and shoved it under his bed. Except for one item. Calvin took Hobbes and placed the tiger o his bed. He then took the rest of the boxes beck up to the attic.
When he came back to his room, he heard a staccato tapping on his bedroom window. He went over to it and stuck his head out. A wood chip flyingand met his forehead.
"Oops!" she cried. Susie was standing outside waiting for Calvin, "C'mon Calvin!" she called, "Or we'll be late for the baseball game!"
"I'll be right there!" He answered. He closed the window. Calvin took one last look at his old friend before running down the stairs.
"I'm going to the game, Mom!" he called out, "I'll be back before dinner!" he ran outside to meet Susie. The two friends boarded their bikes and started riding away. Calvin looked back at his window and swore he saw a pair of beady eyes and orange and black ears peek out the window as they raced away.