AN: Just for kicks, I'll tell you guys how I came up with this story. First, I went to anguishofmylove's favorite stories here in ff.n and I figured out that there actually were Calvin & Hobbes fanfics! Yes, I am such a noob that I only knew that now. So after I read that fic, my mind raced and raced and raced, and then, a new idea for a story has been borned.
People don't know I actually get tired of taking crap from my school, and of course, my parents. What people do know however, is that I, Calvin, will never tire of doing the said crap I get blamed for, yes, even if people get to hate me for it. I don't know if this is a good thing (with me being myself and all) or a bad thing (it's kind of obvious why). So without further ado, I shall recall the events that occurred recently, in probably less than pitch perfect detail, but not a lot less, let me guarantee you. Now I shall tell you how I found my best friend again.
Hobbes has always been my best friend when I was small. My parents described me as a self-assured, coy, smart aleck-y, six year old, accompanied only by myself, my imagination, and Hobbes. Being freakishly weird and wacky at my age with all of that, it took some time before I finally decided to make real life friends, which was when Susie Derkins moved away when I was 8. But before that, memories with Hobbes always rang in my head and never ceased to stay there, so until I finally grew up and got over him at 11, Hobbes was my best friend.
During one particularly crappy day, when I was scolded (again) for straight C's at school (again). I was confined to my room for the rest of the night, facing no dinner. Of course, I was ready for this, and had a double cheeseburger at the nearest Mickey D's right before I reached home. What I wasn't prepared for was, admittedly, the sheer utter destructive boredom.
Sure, I had a TV in my room and watched reruns of Friends. For a while. Then, there was my PSP sitting calmly in my bed, which I used to play Resident Evil. For a while. Oh, and don't forget my iPod which had tons of Nickelback, Nirvana, KISS, and Santana that kept me company. For a while. Sadly, my laptop was confiscated, so I just lay there, running my fingers through my already tousled hair, with nothing to do as my brain cells started to disintegrate.
I will tell you what I spent a good load of time doing though. Before that, I should tell you that I started liking girls at 12, when I figured out that girls are only considered gross BEFORE they've reached puberty. Meaning by puberty stage, they've abandoned pigtails, stuffed bunny rabbit parties, playing house, and candies for skinny jeans, nail polish, longer undone hair, and focusing on making themselves look hotter. So gladly, you can see why I started liking girls.
So there I was, bored out of my wits, right? So I proceeded to scan my room for stuff I haven't done yet. Right in a dirty dejected corner was my dad's old binoculars I stole when I was 6. I've never really used them ever, besides horsing around with Hobbes when I would pretend for a series of weeks that I was Sander Salvin, spy extraordinaire.
Straying away from old childhood memories, I'll take you guys back to the current situation at hand. Considering we have new neighbors yet again, I figured I should take the ol' binoculars out for a spin. It's interesting how varied our new neighbors seemed. I am proud to say I have spied on a grandpa, a gay 13 yr old girl (and boy), a frustrated terrorist, a lawyer who does nothing at home but watch TV, and a weird couple that barely behave married at all.
But she was different. I could tell even if I didn't know her that she was different. Of all my 17 years of breathing, consuming, and crapping, lemme tell you. I have never ever ever had an instant crush on any girl. Until when I saw her.
Through the binoculars, I was expecting to find some cooky neighbor to spy on again. What I saw surprised me. After a few minutes of spying on tousled, dark hair, a pretty face, and expressive eyes reading over what looked like text books, I didn't know what to do. Boom, instant crush. I could have gone on forever like some loveless idiot (which was probably what I was back then) if she didn't have the brains to close the shutters and sleep.
After that, I flopped down on my bed, only thinking of two things. One, I had to know her name. Two, I had to stop thinking about her or it would be really guaranteed that I would get a sleepless night. Frankly, I don't even remember what gave me the impulse to pursue Hobbes once again from deep under my bed, but I did. I took out the old stuff toy and dusted it off slightly. Hobbes was worn from years of use, but I didn't care back then.
"What would you do, eh little guy?" I told him, chuckling slightly.
"I wouldn't do nothing, that's for sure." Hobbes said, just as softly, right before I screamed in shock, and threw him against the opposite wall of my bedroom.
AN: End, chapter one. Well? What do you guys think? Who's the girl? An OC or an original character? You have to read the next chapter to be sure then. LOL