I'm sooooooooooooooooo sorry I haven't updated in months. I actually finished the story a few months ago, but my computer's been busted for like, 9 months, and I haven't been able to get a computer long enough to type it up. But anyway, I'm here now, and I'd like to thank you people reading it for sticking with me while I suffered through my computer withdrawal. (By the way, Mithril Elf is a close friend of mine, and I read her the story, so that's why she knows the ending. And you'll find out about the whole Killer thing…)
Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin and Hobbes, I just love it to death. J
Chapter 3:
Hobbes lay on Calvin's bed and stared at the ceiling. He'd been back with Calvin for two days now, and still couldn't manage to get through to him. Hobbes sighed and began to mull over what he'd learned of Calvin's new life.
To start, there was Susie. Calvin was desperately, hopelessly, obsessively in love with her. Hobbes had always guessed that things would turn out that way, but he had never imagined that Calvin would wait so long that by the time Calvin realized his feelings for Susie, she would hate him more than anything on the face of the planet, and no amount of begging or planning could change that. Then there was Lily, the depressed, possibly anorexic girl that Calvin couldn't help but return to no matter how many times he broke up with her. And then there was his social life; he had none. Everyone in his neighborhood and at school avoided him at all costs, and even his teachers believed that he went to a psychiatrist three times a week, and his parents kept him locked in his bedroom. Aside from Lily, the only living creature he associated with was his pet iguana, Killer.
Hobbes learned all this when Calvin came home from school and talked to Hobbes, sitting on the edge of his bed and holding Hobbes in his lap, staring blankly at the wall. And no matter how loudly Hobbes shouted, Calvin continued talking in a monotone, absentmindedly playing with Hobbes's arms. Hobbes had almost given up.
During the day, it was just Hobbes and Killer. Hobbes had some pleasant, if rather one-sided conversations with Killer, but he missed Calvin. He needed to do something.
"What do you think Killer?" Hobbes asked, rolling on his side and gazing into the glass cage that held his reptilian friend. "What can I do to make Calvin see me?"
The iguana remained motionless. After five silent minutes, Killer flicked his tongue. Hobbes took that to mean a shrug.
"You're no help," Hobbes muttered, rolling onto his back. "I need to give him a sign, something he can't ignore. What!" Hobbes bolted upright. "I'll write him a note!"
After wasting ten minutes rummaging through Calvin's hopelessly messy desk for pen and paper, Hobbes finally sat down and began to write:
Dear Calvn
U cnt c me But im Bak. I don't know y u cnt c me but I thnk it mite hav something 2 do with u being older. Frm wut uve told me thes past fu daz I cn tel u need my hlp. But the onli way I cn hlp u is if u cn c nd heer me. So I need u 2 tri to remembr evrithng we usd 2 do nd tri 2 c me as u did thn. Im still heer u just need 2 look hrd enof. U r my Best frend forever. Ill alwys Be heer jst don't forget me.
Sincrli,
Hobs
Hobbes surveyed his work. He wasn't sure of some of the spellings, but he was sure Calvin would know what he meant. Satisfied, he put it on the bed in front of him and lay back to await Calvin's return.