Okay, I don't know if I'm going to get any reviews for this story at all, but I've already written some of it, so I'm going to post anyways. Also going to change the summery because that made it sound worse then it is I think...Alright PLEASE review :)


Calvin took the outstretched hand tentatively. Hobbes hand was warm beneath his chilled fingers,

"Well it's William actually," he continued. "William Hobbes, but everyone calls me Hobbes."

"I'm Calvin."

"Well I wish we could have met under less cold and wet circumstances."

"It's uh...Fine, don't worry about it," Calvin said, uncomfortable with talking, as it was something he didn't do very often, let alone with strangers. "So you...uh...needed that bus?"

"What?" Hobbes asked confused. "Oh," he gasped, his head darting towards where the bus had disappeared. "Yeah, I was supposed to catch that one, then switch over to the number 10, so I could get to that supper mall and order a new bedroom set for my little sister before she get's in town this coming week. We just moved here with my dad, and she isn't as easily dislodged from places, unlike me or my dad. So my mom is staying with her and will put her on the plane and then my mom will go back to her home, because my parents are divorced, so she doesn't live with us."

"Oh," Calvin said, shifting uncomfortably in his wet clothes. "I can...If you want, I could take you to where the number 10 will stop at."

"Could you?" Hobbes asked hopefully. "I don't want to put you out or anything.

"No its...Ah-ah-choo," Calvin sneezed, rubbing his nose and frowning apologetically. "I'm sorry. It's fine, no problem at all."

"Oh, god, you must be freezing. I'm so stupid. Uh, here." And Hobbes shrugged off his black peacoat, reveling a solid black t-shirt. He moved behind Calvin, and slid the jacket up his arms. His arms encircled Calvin, his chin resting on his shoulder as he proceeded to do up all the bottons.

"Wait, no," Calvin protested, as Hobbes went back around to stand in front of him again. "You'll be cold."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Hobbes said with a confident smile.

"...Thank you..." Calvin said, feeling the sensation to blush. "Well it's this way." Calvin walked stiffly down the street, Hobbes bouncing at his side.

"So, Calvin...Cal...Vinny?"

"Just Calvin."

"Alright, Just Calvin. So you go to school around here?"

"Uhhh..."

"I promise not to lure you into my evil van with candy after school one day. I'm just curious, making conversation and all that."

"Ben Franklin High School."

"Senior?"

"Junior."

"Six-teen?"

"Seven-teen."

"Ah, old junior."

"I suppose."

"Birthday?"

"December third."

"Fairly recent birthday then."

"I guess so."

"Well, Happy belated birthday."

"Thanks," Calvin muttered, an awkward pause following. "So, what about you?"

"My birthday?"

"All of it I suppose."

"No school. Graduated from Fountain valley High School last year. Would be a freshmen in college, but my dad moved around so much I never bothered to apply. I'm 19 and a leo. My birthday is August twentieth. I like reading books at the beach and singing in the rain. And my most recent favorite color is the blue of your eyes."

Calvin stumbled slightly at his words, but Hobbes caught him by the arm, keeping him up right.

"Now don't go falling for me now," Hobbes said. Laughing at his own stupid joke. "I'm only teasing you. Not that you don't have gorgeous eyes of course," He continued with a wink. "But I'm actually a big fan of orange."

"Is that why you're all "Tony" the Tiger-ed out?" Calvin asked.

"Ha,"Hobbes barked. "You're a pretty funny kid."

"Thanks."

"Funny you should say that though. You see, my little sisters favorite movie is The Jungle Book, and when she was little, she would but on the bottoms to her little red swimsuit and run after our big dog, whom she convinced our parents to name Baloo, and out black cat, who is christened Bagheera. So being the wonderfully attentive older brother that I am, took my mothers eyeliner and gave my self black cat whiskers and chased her around, pretending to be Shere Kahn."

"Such a good big brother," Calvin said with an unseen eye roll.

"I always had a lot of fun. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Only child."

"Pity."

"I'm a bit of a handful. I think I put my parents off having any more kids."

"You couldn't have been that bad."

"I wasn't bad, just...difficult. Lot's of parent teacher conferences, no friends to speak of."

"Bully, or the one being bullied."

"Neither, just anti-social."

"You seem alright to me"

"I'm putting in a great deal of effort."

"Oh. How come?"

"I–" Calvin stopped, not sure how to answer. He didn't know whu he was putting so much effort in to having a two sided conversation with this stranger, but wouldn't even try with Susie. "I don't know," He finally admitted.

"Oh," was all Hobbes said, stopping as Calvin did,

"Okay, well that stop right across the street is where the number 10 will stop. It'll be there, in about three minutes I expect," he said, glancing down at his watch.

"Well thank you very much Calvin. I'm sorry about running into you."

"Forget about it. Really."

"Well it was a pleasure," Hobbes said, taking Calvin's hand in his own and placing a kiss on his palm. With a lavish wink, he turned and began to walk away.

"Wait! Your coat," Calvin said, and started to undo the buttons.

"Keep it."

"But you'll freeze. My house is at the end of the street, I'll be fine."

"I'll buy a new one at the mall. You keep it, it looks good on you." And with that, he darted across the street as the bus pulled into the stop.

Calvin walked down the street to his house, his hands buried in the pockets of the slightly oversized coat. He rushed to his room, to embarrassed to be seen by his parents in an article of clothing that wasn't his, but more embarrassed still when he thought about how nice the coat smelled.