Hear hear! All members of the G.R.O.S.S. club, reside! We must create a petition to convince Bill Watterson to authorize a television series for Calvin and Hobbes. It's arguable that recreating such a precious memory can be bad for it, but then again, think of it. The man has to have some sort of idea of the brain-rotting cartoons they show on T.V. today. Seriously, has anybody turned on Cartoon Network lately- bunch of shit that is. The children of today need the old school, original, smart political humor that C&H provided.

Who's with me?

Warning: This chapter contains mild language and an offensive name-calling. This is high school after all, is it not?

Here's chapter 8…

"RUN!"

A crowd of the drama students were rampaging around the theatre. There were many collisions and tripped-over seats to add to the whole crowd. Calvin and Susie couldn't help but chuckle; the crowd of students look like chickens in a coop. Hobbes took a step back, against the wall as the drama teacher ran up to Calvin in horror. Calvin was still laughing hard as ever. The teacher, pointed at Hobbes, who was still standing in the background, his expression mildly amused.

"C-Calvin! Why is there a t-tiger in the auditorium."
"That's the coolest thing I've ever heard you say."
"CALVIN!"

The teen crossed his arms confidently, looking at the crowd of petrified students in the middle of the auditorium,

"I told you I had a real live talking tiger. And you didn't believe me."
"It talks?"

Hobbes took a step forward, a paw gestured to himself proudly as he bowed next to his friend, "Why, yes, I can talk." The students began to file closer to Calvin and Hobbes, utterly shocked and astounded. The teacher ran a hand over his furry arm, "Amazing!" she whispered incredulously. A random teen from the group shouted out,

"Did everyone see him come in the school?"

"Nope," said Calvin coolly, as Hobbes took a few steps to the back of the room, away from the amazed crowd of students. Susie followed. Calvin continued his explanation, "We've found out that only the imaginative ones, such as myself, can see him. Everyone else views him as a stuffed animal. A group of "it" girls suddenly made their way from the crowds of people. A girl with long blonde hair and short denim cutoffs approached Susie and Hobbes, who were standing in the back shadows of the room. The girl crossed her long slender arms, a smirk on her face,

"So, Susie, I guess we were right."

Susie sighed in agitation, turning to face the girl. Hobbes arched an eyebrow from behind,

"What are you talking about, Brooke?"
"The only boyfriend you were ever going to get would be something gross and hairy,"

"I shaved today!" argued Hobbes from behind the brunette. The girls ignored his statement.

Brooke's group of friends rolled their eyes, absentmindedly twirling their hair between their figures. Brooke scoffed, offended, as Hobbes and Susie were silently laughing to themselves. Rolling her hazel eyes, the shorter girl made her argument,

"Oh, is that right? At least he isn't as hairy as your underarms."

Brooke gasped, crossing her arms quickly. Susie smirked proudly, the tiger behind her snickering, trying hard to burst out laughing at her quick comeback. Brooke regained her mean attitude, sitting on her hips. Her bitch face made it's way back to her face,

"You'll pay for that one, Dyke-ins."

Hobbes took a step up to Brooke, pointing a furry finger in her face, a growl coming from deep in his throat, "I'd suggest you leave her alone, Ladies. Got it?" The girls instantly took a step back as his growling got louder, and his sharp white teeth flashed. They walked away, flashing glares at Susie. Once they were gone, Hobbes turned back to the brunette. She was leaning against a theater seat, head down. Feeling bad, the feline placed a paw gently under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his gaze.

"Does that happen regularly."

She nodded, "Yeah. But who cares? It's just Brooke and her bitches."

"And? That was completely uncalled for."
"I know, but it's normal. Just a high school thing, I guess."

Hobbes offered her a comforting smile, "Well, if that happens again, don't hesitate to ask me to maul them." Susie laughed at his shortly, before looking up at him, her eyes seeming clearer through the lenses of her glasses, "Why are you so nice to me?"

"Why aren't they to you?"

She smiled back at him lightly before her name was called by the teacher to begin the day's script reading.

oooOoOooo

English class with Calvin went by less smoothly than Drama, seeing as there was a mixed crowd of students. They had arrived early, deciding that Hobbes should hide in the closet during the duration of class. Calvin used this tactic in hopes of less interruption of being able to sit next to Susie during the class. Deliberately waiting for her to enter the room, he immediately sat beside her.

"Hey Susie!"

"Oh, hi, Calvin," she replied with a slight smile, reaching into her book bag for her notebook and pen. Calvin knew that Hobbes already had a head start on making Susie his; he had to ask her out, fast. With the closet door creaked, Hobbes was peeking into the classroom, directly at the pair. As soon as Calvin planted his butt in the seat next to Susie, his Susie, he knew something was fishy about this. He listened closely.

"So, I was thinking…"
"Yeah?"
"Maybe we could go see a movie on Friday?"

Susie froze, undecided. She hesitated, "Like…a date?"

"Y-yeah. A date!"

"Well…" she thought about it, "I guess s-"

"BWAH!"

The pair snapped their heads to the left, in the direction of the closet. The door flung open, and Hobbes fell directly onto the desk of the nearest student, who happened to be Moe. The bully looked at the desk, seeing a stuffed tiger. He tilted his head to the side in confusion as about ten students other than Calvin and Susie shrieked in high voices, running to the farthest corner of the room. The teacher turned around from the chalk board, looking furiously at the students in the corner,

"What's the matter with all of you?"

"THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLASSROOM!" yelled one of the girls in the corner, pointing to Hobbes, who was standing awkwardly in front of Moe's desk.

"HE'S GOING TO EAT US!" yelled another.

Hobbes waved his arms in protest, holding up a finger to silence them, "Ladies, Ladies, I'm not going to eat you. Human teenagers are way to high in cholesterol," he exclaimed, gesturing to his chest, "So calm down!"

"What the f- HE TALKS TOO?"

"Martine, Crystal Jackie, Mia, Andrew, Sammy, Mark, Geo, Jose, and Rose. DETENTION. Stop disrupting my class!"

"But Mrs. Wormwood! There's a tiger in the classroom, by that guy's desk!" exclaimed Mark, pointing to Moe. The bully sighed at the non-mentioning of his name. The teacher rolled her eyes, picking up the stuffed animal (to them, pointing at Hobbes), "This is a stuffed animal. Now get in yours seats!"

"Stuffed? Don't you see him standing there?"

Wormwood groaned, pulling out a walkie-talkie, requesting a name. After a few minutes, a security guard came up, "What's the problem, Mrs. Wormw- MOTHER OF GOD!"

"What? What is it?"
"THE TIGER!"

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," said Hobbed flatly, leaning against the desk as the security guard fell to the ground unconscious. The other students in their desk were beyond confused about the situation. In the end, class was dismissed early, as Mrs. Wormwood had to take the guard to the nurses office. Walking out of the classroom, Calvin was seething at Hobbes, who simply had his arms crossed and eyes closed. As they walked down the hallways, about half of the school were running for their lives again.

"Jesus, Hobbes, I take you to school for a damn day, and you give the security guard a nervous breakdown!"
"You're the one who didn't think this through."
"You had a book of guidelines!"

Hobbes groaned in utter frustration, facing off the teen beside him, "Like I want to live in a world between lines? I saw what you were doing. You tried to trick me into hiding in a closet, deliberately shoving me out of the way so you could ask Susie on a date. You know my feelings for her, you blockhead!"

"Hobbes."
"Well, what's you're alibi this time, Calvin?"
"I have none! You're right!"

The tiger threw his arms up in exasperation, "Are you kidding me? Now of all times, you come clean?"

"Yep! And you know why?"
"Why?"
"I know that Susie wouldn't want to date an animal like you, let alone one everybody either runs from or can't see!"

"You take that back." Fumed Hobbes, taking a step towards Calvin, brow angrily furrowed. Calvin proudly crossed his arms, knowing he wouldn't be attacked somewhere public. Hobbes pressed a finger to his chest, glaring at him, "Listen here, Buddy. I'm never trusting you again." He turned to leave, but nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Susie standing behind them. It only took a look at her expression to know she had witnessed the entire argument. She glared at Calvin,

"Susie! It's not what it sounds like!"

She looked from him, to Hobbes, who stood frozen, and blushing, his expression petrified. Did she figure him out already? She slowly continued walking to her next class, leaving the two boys to panic.

"Great! Just damn great, Calvin, she knows!...Wipe that smile off your face!"

Does Susie know about Calvin's deceit? Does she know about Hobbes' feelings? Find out in the next chapter! CPlease give me suggestions, there's a good chance I'll use them! :)

Who wants to help start a petition for a C&H animated series? :)

-R to the J, Bitches