Disclaimer- I don't own the song, I don't own the characters.
A/N: This is all just an apology to those who actually read my last two fanfics. So bad I never
even finished one. I'm really, really sorry. I just hope this isn't quite as bad.
Calvin was bored. He was so bored he'd let Moe beat his face in just for something to do. Boredom
did not even describe this feeling. And at times like this, he just didn't know why he bothered.
And it was times like this that he had to face facts: He was bored because he was alone. Oh, sure,
Hobbes was there, but once in a while it just felt like his furry litle friend wasn't listening.
Well, obviously he wasn't listening... He was a stuffed toy. But Hobbes himself, Calvin's best and
only friend, wasn't just the cloth tiger he'd given the name to. Along with the name, Calvin gave a
part of his own spirit. True, it was a part he'd rarely used, but nevertheless it was a part of
him. He'd needed a friend, so he made one. He knew this, though he only acknowledged it at times
when he was to bored to care. Times like this. La-de-da-doo-doo... Dinner's not going to be for a
few more hours now, there's nothing good on T.V., and the world really presented no options to him.
To a six-year-old in the age of information, this was an unimaginable horror.
But suddenly, out of a world of pure boredom, an opprotunity for fun! Susie Derkins was walking
nearby... Just coming into range now... Look at that innocent smile, those carefree eyes... This
ought to be good. Calvin stuck the official chapeau of the club G.R.O.S.S., and ordered his
suddenly reanimate pal to hand him some crab apples. Taking aim, Calvin let loose on his target.
Fire one! Fire two! Fire three!
...He missed. How do you miss three times?! DARN IT! OF ALL THE ROTTEN LUCK! IT MUST HAVE BEEN A
CROSSWIND! Well, that was about all he could take of her taunting features, laughing at his
pathetic attempt of glory. There were quite a few things you could say about Calvin at that moment.
He was overreacting. He was short-tempered. He was hungry. But most of all, he was vengeful.
Susie ran off screaming, threatening to tell on Calvin. Calvin just climbed out of the fort,
retrieved his crab apples and his bucket, and brought them back up. That's the good thing about
them. They're reusable.
Calvin watched the fleeing figure until she was out of his line of vision. Why did he do that? Why,
of all things, would he pelt her with a bucket of hard, brown fruit? He knew why. He knew exactly
why. It had always been like this. And they both knew how the game went. He wasn't ready to admit
it to himself, but even the club had just been to get the message through to her. And she got it.
She understood very well. Neither of them was comfortable thinking about it yet, but that's ok...
They had a lifetime to come to grips.
Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to--I will.
-Paul McCartney
A/N: This is all just an apology to those who actually read my last two fanfics. So bad I never
even finished one. I'm really, really sorry. I just hope this isn't quite as bad.
Calvin was bored. He was so bored he'd let Moe beat his face in just for something to do. Boredom
did not even describe this feeling. And at times like this, he just didn't know why he bothered.
And it was times like this that he had to face facts: He was bored because he was alone. Oh, sure,
Hobbes was there, but once in a while it just felt like his furry litle friend wasn't listening.
Well, obviously he wasn't listening... He was a stuffed toy. But Hobbes himself, Calvin's best and
only friend, wasn't just the cloth tiger he'd given the name to. Along with the name, Calvin gave a
part of his own spirit. True, it was a part he'd rarely used, but nevertheless it was a part of
him. He'd needed a friend, so he made one. He knew this, though he only acknowledged it at times
when he was to bored to care. Times like this. La-de-da-doo-doo... Dinner's not going to be for a
few more hours now, there's nothing good on T.V., and the world really presented no options to him.
To a six-year-old in the age of information, this was an unimaginable horror.
But suddenly, out of a world of pure boredom, an opprotunity for fun! Susie Derkins was walking
nearby... Just coming into range now... Look at that innocent smile, those carefree eyes... This
ought to be good. Calvin stuck the official chapeau of the club G.R.O.S.S., and ordered his
suddenly reanimate pal to hand him some crab apples. Taking aim, Calvin let loose on his target.
Fire one! Fire two! Fire three!
...He missed. How do you miss three times?! DARN IT! OF ALL THE ROTTEN LUCK! IT MUST HAVE BEEN A
CROSSWIND! Well, that was about all he could take of her taunting features, laughing at his
pathetic attempt of glory. There were quite a few things you could say about Calvin at that moment.
He was overreacting. He was short-tempered. He was hungry. But most of all, he was vengeful.
Susie ran off screaming, threatening to tell on Calvin. Calvin just climbed out of the fort,
retrieved his crab apples and his bucket, and brought them back up. That's the good thing about
them. They're reusable.
Calvin watched the fleeing figure until she was out of his line of vision. Why did he do that? Why,
of all things, would he pelt her with a bucket of hard, brown fruit? He knew why. He knew exactly
why. It had always been like this. And they both knew how the game went. He wasn't ready to admit
it to himself, but even the club had just been to get the message through to her. And she got it.
She understood very well. Neither of them was comfortable thinking about it yet, but that's ok...
They had a lifetime to come to grips.
Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to--I will.
-Paul McCartney