Bit of an Author's note to this one. I use their ages based on when Calvin and Hobbes actually ended, which was in 1996. That means, Calvin would've been born in 1990. No, his birthday hasn't came yet. Let's just keep it at that, kay?

Knock knock.

She answered the door. "Hello?" No answer. "Hello?! Anyone there?" And then, it started to rain.

No seriously, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Although she saw me on the side of her house with the hose. "Ha ha ha, Calvin. Very funny. Is this your payback for me bringing back old memories?"

"Nope. It's cause you're a girl and you have cooties. G.R.O.S.S. LIVES AGAIN!" And then, we started busting out laughing. I still have no clue what G.R.O.S.S. was, so I was kind of in the dark about it.

"You still run the 'Get Rid of Slimy Girls' club?"

"Get rid of Slimy Girls? Shouldn't that be G.R.O.S.G. then?"

"You really don't remember that much, do you, Calvin?" Susie brought up a good point. I've already established the fact that I know her from my childhood, she moved away, and it seemed like I had a crush on her. Well, I can ignore all of that, considering I'm happily taken... well, was at least. I'll get into that in a little bit.

"Wanna come in?" I was scared at this point. I don't want to do anything I'll regret later. News travels fast, you know.

"Uh... actually, I..."

"You what? Have to get home and feed your 'cat' again?" She had me trapped. She still thought I was talking about Hobbes. In a way, I was, but not the Hobbes she was thinking off.

"Okay, you have my attention."

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Susie's room is the exact opposite of what I would've thought it would be years ago. I would've thought it was pink with a bunch of posters of dolls on the walls and flowers and stuff. Susie's room was green and had it's share of posters of bands. She had a lacrosse stick hanging on her door, and a bunch of pictures of her when she lived with her dad, and a few from when she was a baby. I noticed how there were none from when she was six or seven. Guess she didn't think those years were fun. I wonder why...

"I think I have it in here..." Susie said, rummaging through her closet. I felt uncomfortable, cause this was only the second girl's bedroom I've ever been in. If I need to tell you who the other one belonged to, you haven't been paying attention.

"Here it is!" She held up a booklet.

"What is it?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion.

"Memories." Susie replied, grinning. "I have all the notes I've ever received in here. From first grade and beyond."

"Wow. You must be a pack rat."

"I manage. Oh, here's what I was really looking for." It was a blue booklet with a string at the beginning. I figured it was her Diary, cause Hobbes told me (yeah, 15 years old and I'm remembering what a stuffed tiger told me) that she had one.

She cleared her throat and started reading. "May 17th, 1997. Since my mom and dad split up, the judge said that I have to go with my dad, and my dad's moving away. I can't believe I'm going to write this, but that means I'm going to be away from this street that I've hoped to move away from since we moved here last year. What's more weird... I actually feel like I'm going to miss Calvin. He's a jerk, but he seems like he could be nice at heart. Like that one time he actually combed his hair and sent me love notes. I thought he was being sarcastic, but maybe... maybe he wasn't. But, it doesn't matter anymore. I tried being friends with him, and he just didn't care. And tomorrow, we'll move."

I was on edge for the entire time she read that. What happened actually came back to me. I was playing around, and pretended I cloned myself into a good version of myself. I got myself ready for school, answered all the questions right, but the only thing that wasn't good was the fact that Susie thought I was being sarcastic. I even offered to carry her books. I ended up pretending to fight with my "good" self, and it disappeared.

"May 18th, 1997. We're on the road to our new home. I still can't believe we're leaving. I saw Calvin carrying his tiger over to play in his own special way, and I told him that I was moving. He said that he didn't care, and that he would be happy that I left. And I don't know why, but I hugged him. I'm sure as soon as I left, he ran in the house screaming about cooties and stupid things like that, but at least I got that out of the way before I started up my new life."

"Wait, you were seven years old when you wrote this?" I questioned.

"We were very mature for our age, remember?" She started to giggle. I tilted my head and started to smile. It was odd, I don't remember Susie being this... this... fun.

"And here's one that I wrote two years ago." Susie cleared her throat again, obviously delaying what she wrote. "March 24th, 2004. Happy Birthday to me... I guess. I hate this place. It's so... boring. At least I found this Diary, so now I'll be able to look on these days and laugh! Ha ha ha ha! ...well, at least it'll seem funny when I'm back home. There was another custody hearing and the judge said that there's a chance of me going back to live with my mom.

"I miss those days when I lived at my old house. I even miss Calvin. Sometimes I still look at the notes he made when I was living there. What a year that was. All the ransom notes and the love notes. All the trials and tribulations. I wonder if Calvin's any different now. I bet he's still carrying around that tiger throughout all of middle school, running out of school pretending to be a spaceman. Ah... Calvin. I loved him."

That last sentence hit me like a ton of bricks. She loved me? I didn't know if she meant that in the way that I hoped she didn't, or not.

Susie closed the book. "That's weird, isn't it?" she said. "I remembered you after all these years because I found my Diary. And I remembered how stupid yet great you were." If only my six-year-old self could hear that. I'd imagine it now. "You hear that Hobbes?! Susie admitted that I was greater than her!"

"Well?" Susie said, smug-looking smile on her face. "Did you miss me at all?" I thought back to that journal entry I read. And when I thought about how boring it actually was before I got into High School, I thought about it. Yes. I did miss her. Maybe I loved her too. Too late for that though.

"Yes. Yes I did."

"Oh, yeah right. You didn't even know who I was this morning. And here we are, talking about how much we missed each other."

"Hey, my memory's photographic!"

"Oh really? Prove it." Had me there. I had to take a good guess.

"Like um... in the summer, I'd throw water balloons at you, and... it would normally backfire?"

"And in the winter?"

"Snowballs. Lots and lots of snowballs." I saw another smile on Susie's face. And then, it happened. She hugged me. It wasn't a small hug either. She was holding onto me. And it wasn't until I said I had to leave that she let go.