Hey guys. So, I reread through this story, not exactly sure how fond I am of it. I want to go back and reedit and rewrite each chapter, but I won't do that until I get the okay from my two most loyal reviewers, AlbusSeverusPotter and PrincessNinjaWarrior, to whom I'll apologize for not replying to her reviews. About your uncertainty to Susie being less hesitant, don't fret, I have a plan for it, there are no final decisions yet for her. And to Albus, Calvin won't be forgotten. I have some things planned for him as well. By the way, when are you making the account? :)

Though not a big fan of slash, I read Cleo Leo's 'Done Up My Buttons, and Unstitched my Seams' in one sitting, and decided I'd give her a shout-out, I thought it was a great slash story. The ending with Bill Watterson was very clever!

Alright, here's chapter…ten? Ten, right? I'm too lazy to look it up. Sorry it took so long!

Around three, after a few more games of chess, Susie decided to head up to her friend's house across town. Hobbes tried to offer to walk her there, but she refused politely, leaving him on the porch, silent. The uncertainty was eating him from the inside. Every part of him wanted to believe that Susie, in the slightest bit of assurance, had been talking about him. But the other part of him told him it wasn't true, and that he was fooling himself, forcing the fantasies into his brain. He stood from the porch, walking past the backyard and into the forest, not paying mind to much else. Was Calvin home? He could have been watching him and Susie this entire time, and would he know?

Of course not, but then again, did he care?

Of course he cared, in his subconscious, the thought that Calvin could be spying on them, hearing their conversations and jokes, plotting against him; it almost scared him. Calvin had the advantage in this situation, and a major one at that. It pained him to know that Susie didn't deserve to have people running from her, thinking her a freak for being with him. It hurt even more that of all the fantasies and possibilities he'd crammed into his mind, this one was one of the more realistic ones. People would either run from them, or think she was dating a…a stuffed animal.

"A stuffed animal…" he mused to himself, leaning against a tree, "Of all things. I walk on two legs, speak English, and live like a human, god damn it. And no credibility," he huffed, kicking a pebble, "Bunch of shit that is…"

oooOoOooo

"Calvin Watterson!"

The spiky-haired teen groaned in agitation in the office chair he sat in beside the desk of the school's secretary. He didn't even do anything this time! The boy stood up from the chair, walking slumpily over to the Vice Principal's office, where a pretty blonde girl in denim cutoff shorts sat in a chair, beside another unoccupied chair. Calvin recognized her as Brooke, one of the "it" girls from Drama class. He hesitantly sat down in the chair beside her, the Vice Principal, Mr. Spittle (he got a promotion, god damn it), parallel to them.

"What'd I do this time, Mr. Spittle?"
"Well, Calvin, you seem to be having trouble in English class-"
"No, I'm not. I have a solid B+."
"…Well, Brooke here talked about trying to start a book club. And you owe enough detention hours, that I feel joining her would pay it off."

Calvin groaned, stealing a quick glance at Brooke, expecting a bitchy smirk, but instead, she was staring at her lap, looking guilty about something, but what? Not that she didn't have plenty to be guilty for, but it was still odd to see a girl of such pride with such a repressing aura. He looked back at Mr. Spittle.

"What exactly are we talking about, here?"
"Well, it would be outside of school. I spoke to your mother, she deemed it perfectly okay for Brooke here to go to your house after school for a few days."
"How long?"
"Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays until seven, for three weeks. Would you rather it be that, or an evenly spread 23 hours of detention?"

Calvin closed his eyes, huffing an angry breath, "Fu- shi-… Fine, I'll take the book club. Come on, eh…Brooke."

"If you don't mind, Calvin, I'd like a minute alone with Brooke."
"Sure, whatever.."

Calvin left the office, muttering obscenities under his breath as he shut the door, leaving Brooke alone with the Vice Principal. Mr. Spittle stood from the desk, talking around it, and leaning against the wall, giving the blonde a stern look, clearing his throat to make her look at him. He sighed, using gestures with his hands,

"Now listen, Brooke. Calvin's mother doesn't know of this, so keep it discreet."
"Mr. Spittle, I don't know if this is the right-"

"Miss Adelita, we cannot have tigers in this school. Real or not, today was complete pandemonium. Students screaming bloody murder in the hallways, disrupting classes- We can't have things like this when the Super Intendant comes to check up on us. I could lose my job, this school could get budget cuts, lower grades. Distractions like this can make this very school obsolete."

"When I met him, he didn't seem like he wanted to hurt-"
"Met? It's an animal."
"Mr. Spittle, you don't understand, the tiger stood on two legs, he spoke English."
"This district is counting on you, Brooke. Get…that…tiger…to the animal control."
"Mister-"
"And we'll make sure this little problem is taken care of."

Well, look at that! We have a plot running. This story will stay under twenty chapters, I'm sure of it. I may do a sequel, or maybe just another Hobbes/Susie story. Give me thoughts, ideas? Hell, write a story with this pairing! It would be interesting to see others using it.

Anyway, there should be a new chapter hopefully today, seeing as I actually have something to work with, Sorry for the wait, and please give me feedback! I love you guys!

-RJ