Ginger- I actually was going to bring Brooke into the triangle/square, I guess I'm easy to figure out, but the date thing, I will definitely use. As I've mentioned before, I'll use almost any ideas, and hey, I love long reviews, they're the best (I love Albus' name too, by the way). And to make fanfiction ,you'll need to make an account, and if you do, I'll definitely read and review them! I generally am a fan of romance, with a darkish plot.

For any suggestions, I'd suggest maybe an Harry Potter story involving Albus Severus, and an OC daughter of Luna and Neville, and maybe forming a Snape/Lily sort of friendship/romance, while Albus is (As Harry is part Voldemort) starting to get the Voldemort gene, and form some sort of plot along those lines. I've always wanted to see something like that. As for a C&H fic, I'd say anything would do fine, just don't make the cliché Calvin-Grows-Up-and-leaves-Hobbes plot. Extra brownie points from me if you make a Hobbes/Susie fic, so I'm not the only one being weird. ;)

As for everyone else, I hope you enjoy Chapter 11! Let's see where it goes next…

"So…you're making a book club…"
"Erm…yeah, I am…"

Calvin and Brooke walked awkwardly down the twisting roads from school, the path unfamiliar to Brooke. She wasn't sure if she could keep the 'book club' charade up for too long, let alone long enough to trick Calvin into what the district had sent her to do. Her mission? Get Hobbes, and keep him in one place until she could call the animal control. Poor Calvin was oblivious, as well as annoyed that he was assigned to be Brooke's monkey slave. Still, as much of a brat as she presented herself as, Calvin had to admit that having a hot blonde in his house was a lot better than Detention with Mrs. Wormwood. That much was obvious. Of course, none of that effected what he wanted: Susie.

Calvin was using the restroom when Brooke decided her best opportunity to go try and find the tiger. Tip toeing down the stairs, she padded along through the living room, still not finding him, she checked the downstairs bathroom, the study, and the sitting room. Nowhere was he to be found. The last place to look was the kitchen, she listened to hear if Calvin was still in the restroom- he was, no footsteps or flushes were heard.

Tiptoeing back through the hall and to the kitchen, she nothing through the little window, but stepped inside anyway, to see Susie Derkins sitting on the back porch, talking to someone. Dodging out of sight, Brooke decided to spy from the window that hung above the sink, getting a perfect view of Susie sitting on the edge of the porch, facing the other direction. Stretching her neck a bit further, she saw the tiger sitting beside her. Brooke stopped silent, listening to them closely.

"…And I'm not sure how to react. I mean, come on, Calvin can't like me, can he?"

Keeping her neck stretched, Brooke saw that Hobbes was slumping over slightly, arms crossed tightly around his chest, his breathing short and huffy. It was obvious that he was angry. From the bit of his face that she was able to see, his eyebrows were furrowed in an annoyed expression, but still he gave her calm replies,

"Not sure. He surely wouldn't talk to me about that sort of thing."
"What about you? Don't you tell him about your feelings for others?"

The tiger rolled his eyes, out of view of Susie's gaze, which was brought upon the trees, "Of course I do, not like he takes them into consideration."

"What do you mean?"
"I'll spare you the details…"

"Oh…well, whatever he's up to, I have to see him at the movies at 7:30. You wouldn't mind helping me decide what to wear?" asked Susie sheepishly, a small blush formed on her face. Hobbes huffed out a short agitated sigh ahain, rolling his eyes, arms still crossed,

"Would I mind being your girlfriend and helping you pick out what to wear for Prince Charming? Wouldn't dream of it."
"No, no, I mean… Well… You're a guy, you have opinions. I need your…your artistic insight."

"Whatever it is you need, Sweetheart." Said Hobbes offhandedly, following her into her house as another male voice was heard from the entrance that connected the kitchen to the living room, clearing its throat. Brooke snapped around to see Calvin, an eyebrow arched, "What are you doing down here?"

"Oh, I just needed a minute to call a friend of mine. I'll be up in just a minute."
"Whatever."

Calvin left the kitchen. Brooke didn't whip out her cell phone until Calvin's footsteps were heard in his room, just above the kitchen. It slid from her pocket, as she swiftly dialed the school's phone number, an answer came from Mr. Spittle, as she dialed his extension from the school's phone number.

"Hello, Richard Spittle speaking."
", it's me, Brooke. I'm calling from Calvin's house."

An idea seemed to form in the girls mind. From what she observed, she wanted Calvin, as well as the tiger. Susie seems to want Calvin as well. She smiled as the idea came crashing through into her mind. It was genious! It would leave Susie alone, and Calvin hers.

"I have an idea on how to catch the tiger."
"I'm listening."

oooOoOooo

It was 9:30 at night. Hobbes was alone in the house with Mom and Dad, who were downstairs in the living room, reading together. Hobbes smirked to himself, he couldn't say that being Susie's girl friend wasn't all too bad. She looked absolutely stunning in that cute little red dress, thought the tiger shamelessly as a sudden ring was heard from the dresser. 'Calvin would leave his phone here…' he thought, hopping off the bed to go see who was calling. The Caller ID read 'Susie'. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone, and s\pressed the 'talk' button, raising it to his ear,

"Hello?"

"Susie?"
"He-…eh…AHH! No! Ah!"

Hobbes suddenly began shaking as a tremble ran down his spine. Something wasn't right. He began pacing the width of the room, holding the phone to his ear as his body became rigid with worry. Talking more loudly, more frantic, he called her name again,

"Susie! It's Hobbes, are you okay?"

Back in the alleyway she hid in, Susie was crouched down beside a dumpster, hearing the throaty voice on the other end of the line, muffled my her hand. She raised it to her head, her voice shaking with fear,

"H-Hobbes! Are you there?" she whispered shakily.

"Yes, I'm here, w-What's wrong?"
"Help me, please. A man took Calvin into his van, and locked the doors! Help!"

"Shh…shh," Hobbes hushed, trying to calm her, "Where are you?"

"The other one is still looking for m-m-me."
"Susie, love, you need to calm down. Please… where are you?"
"14th Street, in the alleyway, please hurry!"
"Stay safe, I'm on my way."

Susie smiled hopefully to herself as a tear escaped her, she was still crouched beside the dumpster She stayed silent for a moment, but still heard his shaky breath over the phone. She looked down the alleyway, still feeling safe. She felt a lot safer now that Hobbes was on the way.

"Th-Thank you. I'll see you soon, but b-b-be careful, look out for a white Toyota van. I don't want you to get hurt, H-Hobbes."
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'm a third of the way there already, love."

With that, he hung up the phone, running as fast as he could, on all fours, down the numbered streets. His breath was labored, almost ran out as he ran faster than he had in a long time. Of all the tings he could have been thinking of, one thing lingered in his mind, 'Did I seriously just call her 'love'?'

This isn't the near end, don't worry, there's still more to come. Happy New Years, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as well as the last.

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-RJ