Disclaimer: I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…win my lawsuit with Bill Watterson for unlawful use of his characters. See, it turns out I don't own them…oh well. However, I do own Chic, and I can drag you to court just as easily. :-/

I like this story, but I don't know if I should continue. I will write more chapters if I get lots of reviews, and don't think this is a way to get extra reviews from you all.

"Oh boy! Sleep! That's where I'm a Viking!"

~Ralph Wiggim~ Simpsons

"Well, I'll be home in six hours, okay Chic? Hobbes knows when I come home from school, and he knows his way around the house, so you can ask him any questions that you may have while I'm gone." Calvin said and then hugged her quickly.

"Cya after school." And, to Hobbes, almost surprise, turned to him and ruffled his hair, an odd sudden trait, but still, better than being ignored. "Cya Hobbes. Show her the ropes while I'm gone."

Hobbes waved goodbye, although he had promised himself a twenty-four hour oath of silence for he was pissed at Calvin, but at least he was noticing him again. He had said good morning to him first, but he expressed more enthusiasm to Chic.

Hobbes waved him out, and kind of wished he had walked out to the bus stop with Calvin, but he said tomorrow to show Chic what it was like. He had nodded.

The yellow bus pulled up, and then disappeared down the road, and he could barely see him, but he knew at which window Calvin was. A rather fat kid was blocking him, but his blond spikes were visible over the chunkier kids shaved head.

Hobbes remained at the window for a minute, thinking about random things, but all seemed to rotate around one thing: Chic. He shook his head and walked away from the green curtains and into the living room, to his favorite sun spot. He had some sun to get. A sun spot on the living room floor was always the best way to warm up in the wintertime.

Of course, it looks like he couldn't today. There was already a yellow-ochre feline in that spot, the one that had clearly had his name on it.

Chic was spread out on the white carpeting, licking her lips from her breakfast and lapping up the sun from the bright patch on the carpet. Hobbes slinked over and glared at her. She stopped licking and looked up with the sexy-impatient look she possessed.

"Can I help you?" "I believe you are in my spot."

She closed her eyes and smiled. "Oh, that. So?"

Hobbes resisted the urge to get up and growl at her. He expected her to suddenly rear into that ferocious height she had yesterday at him, and didn't want that. He snuffed and turned away.

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Hobbes grinned as his watch scrolled from 3:29:59 to 3:30:00. He looked up and out the window to see the large yellow bus amble up the street and roll solitarily to the curb, letting Calvin, Susie, and several other kids out.

Calvin walked up the sidewalk, like every other day, not thinking about it. He hummed, with other things on his mind. He did not think about a certain orange striped individual who had a habit of flying out of that door.

Hobbes suddenly realized he wasn't in position. He had been stewing over Chic when he had glanced at his watch. He was normally in position, but today…well, today he wasn't. He quickly jumped from the living room to the front hall and-

…nearly tripped over Chic, who had been crouched over the red throw-rug.

"Wha-?" mumbled Hobbes as he tumbled onto the floor. The door flew open and in came Calvin, shouting "I'm home!"

Chic flew forward, a yellow-ochre blur. Hobbes was fast, almost a lightning bolt, but his leaps seemed to be nothing compared to Chic as she came into contact with Calvin, knocking him out of the doorway and halfway across the lawn.

Hobbes struggled to his feet and walked out the ajar door and into the lawn.

A fifteen foot long strip of land was torn up in the path from the door to the dirtied Chic and Calvin, who were both simultaneously climbing out of their crater. Let's see what Calvin thinks about Chic now…

But to his surprise, Calvin came out laughing. Chic was smiling and helped him out of the hole. Calvin, dusting off his shirt, laughed lightly. "Wow, Chic. Your second day and already you got the basics down."

Hobbes was dumbstruck. Calvin had never laughed when Hobbes had rocketed at him. He always called him a big lumbox, or rocket-butt. Never anything positive. What the hell was going on?

Chic and Calvin walked up to the porch. "Oh, hey Hobbes. Did you see the welcome that Chic gave me." Hobbes nodded. He rubbed his fanny from his fall. "Yeah, the welcome I had for you."

Calvin laughed. "Well, come on. Let's go clean up Chic." Calvin and Chic passed Hobbes and began their ascent up. Chic threw a look over her shoulder at Hobbes.

What Hobbes really hated was the smug smile stained on her lips.