A boy sat on his bed, bumping his head along to a Blink-182 record that he was blasting at full volume on his CD player. At 11 years old, Calvin had changed a lot. Replacing his red and black striped shirt and baggy pants was a green day tee shirt and distressed skinny jeans. He had embraced his uncontrollable spiky blonde hair and let it run wild, sticking out every which way. He was often regarded at his school as the "emo" kid, but he didn't let that bother him, as the one thing that hadn't changed about him was his personality. Inside, he was the same old Calvin he was five years ago.
"Summer's halfway over Hobbes," he said sadly. "The times for skateboarding around town and skinning our knees constantly are coming to a close."
The tiger sat up off the floor and yawned, stretching his limbs and wiggling his tail.
"Truly unfortunate that you'll have to return to school and leave me here oh so lonely with nothing but your extensive comic book collection to keep me entertained," Hobbes said with a wink.
"Don't you dare fleabag," Calvin growled.
He gazed out the window, the sun shining bright over his backyard as morning transitioned into midday, and he sighed.
"What do you wanna do today ol' buddy?" He asked the Hobbes, glancing down at him.
"Beats me," Hobbes shrugged. "What do you think we've got around here in terms of food?"
Calvin glared at him and rolled his eyes
"Are you ever NOT hungry?" He asked Hobbes, crossing his arms.
Hobbes smirked.
"No," he said.
Calvin raised an eyebrow and the two had a staring contest for about 10 seconds until Calvin started sniggering and the two of them burst into laughter.
"Come on buddy, let's go get some sandwiches," Calvin said, grinning.
"Sounds like a plan," said Hobbes.
Calvin went over to his desk and ejected his CD, and then the two of them headed for the door. Calvin opened it, and stepped outside, followed closely by Hobbes. They strode through the hallway and down the stairs and met Calvin's dad typing away on his laptop.
"Afternoon Dad!" Calvin said cheerfully, as he made his way to the refrigerator.
Calvin's dad uttered a grunt in response and kept typing.
"Mom where's the tuna?" Calvin asked as he dug through the fridge.
"Calvin you don't even like tuna," his mom responded from the couch, looking up from her book and glancing in Calvin's direction.
"It's not for me mom!" Calvin said brightly.
Calvin's mom rolled her eyes.
"Right," she said, rubbing her eyes. "It's for Hobbes."
Calvin nodded, grinning.
His mom sighed and rubbed her eyes.
"Bottom drawer dear," she said as she returned to her book.
"Thanks mom!" He chirped, and he proceeded to pull out a can of tuna, along with some other condiments, setting them on the counter. He then retrieved a can opener out from a cupboard and began to open the can of tuna. After the can was sufficiently open enough he spread it on a slice of bread and began adding other condiments.
"More tuna and less mayonnaise," Hobbes said, observing Calvin over his shoulder.
"Yeah yeah yeah," Calvin grumbled as he put the mayonnaise back in the fridge. He took the plate and held it out to Hobbes with a little bow.
"Thank you loyal servant," said Hobbes, grinning as he plucked the plate out of Calvin's hand, sat down at the kitchen table, and began to chow down on the sandwich. "Regarding what you asked earlier about what we should do today…" Hobbes mumbled with a mouth full of food. "How about you ask out Susie Derkins like we've been talking about?"
Calvin turned scarlet.
"Not today man, I'm not ready," he said, continuing to blush.
Hobbes shrugged.
"You're gonna miss your chance," He said as he continued to munch on his sandwich. "If you don't make a move someone else will first."
Calvin looked out the kitchen window and shuddered.
"Don't remind me," he muttered as he began to stare at his feet.
Hobbes opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a loud crash echoed through the house, originating from the front door, which had somehow fallen flat into the house, having been torn off its hinges. Calvin's mom screamed and his dad jumped up from his laptop. All Calvin and Hobbes could do was stare, jaws wide open, as the looming silhouette of an abnormally large man stood in the doorway. He stood at least nine feet tall, towering over both Calvin and Hobbes. As he stepped into the house and Calvin could get a clearer view of him, He noticed he had long knotted black hair and an equally long beard to match. He wore a large brown wool overcoat and was carrying a bright pink umbrella.
"Sorry bou' that!" The man said sheepishly in a thick scottish accent as he frantically bent over to pick up the door, knocking over a vase behind him in the process. "That's the second time that's happened!"
So this is chapter 1! Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue the story! Also suggestions are always welcome!
