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BALONEY!!

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Schroeder

I had the worst nightmare of my life. Let's just say, it changed me as a man.

My fingers were floating through the air as I perfected the beginning of Beethoven's "für Elise". The passion and gentleness emitting from my fingertips at each press of the keys.

It was incredibly blissful, a performance that will stay emblazoned in my mind and my audience's.

Until ────

"Schroeder!!~"

Oh no...

I tried to keep on playing my piece but she just wouldn't let me!

"SCHROEDER!!"

I tried to ignore her but I couldn't be disrespectful── Wait, Why even bother listening to her? She's loud and bossy.

I played my piano louder, over shadowing her constant calling but every time I hit a few keys, I couldn't continue because she keeps saying my name.

"Schroeder! It's your turn to say I do!"

Once she spoke those words, my dream went into a whirl. I was no longer performing Infront of a stage to celebrate Beethoven's presidency for over 235 years but getting married to Lucy, to Lucy van Pelt of all people!

I was petrified, A man could pee his pants in this situation and everyone will sympathise.

More so when my fingers began to play another tune, completely out of my control: One of Lucy's love songs.

My mind was in a swirl, man. Then, I looked around the room and saw my idol, Beethoven. I know that look he was giving me and I knew in an instant that Beethoven was disappointed at me for breaking a musician's code of conduct.

'NEVER LET A WOMAN RUIN YOUR TUNE'

I looked at Lucy who's waiting for me to answer with her hands on her hips, getting irritated at my lack of participation.

The music a pain in my ears, her voice loud and keeps pestering me to just say it, and Beethoven shaking his head in disappointment.

I can't stand it anymore, I simply can't stand it!!

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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.

"Are you sure about this Schroeder?" Charlie asked me.

Charlie Brown has been the angel on my shoulder throughout this whole thing. Trying to rationalize with me and asking if this is truly what I want to do and it is.

"I didn't think you dislike her that much" Charlie Brown said, "if you weren't around us, you're always with Lucy".

"That is true. But I'm a musician, I can't afford to be distracted by her and her stupid pursuit of romance".

"Lucy will be very upset────

"W-well" I start to feel conflicted, "that's the plan, isn't it?" ──── "I need to drive her away so I can focus on what truly matters".

Which is my music.

Charlie finally gave up and let out a sigh, "I just hope you know what you're doing".

As much as I love Charlie Brown, he isn't a man of music. He doesn't bare the same passion and dedication I have for it so I don't expect him to understand.

So, yeah.

Okay. No more doubts, no more conflictions. Operation: Make Lucy van Pelt hate me is in action!

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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.

There are a few things Lucy hates the most in the world. Being ignored, Charlie's kite, Charlie's dog, and my music.

I just have to annoy her with all of these things she hates until she finally lets me go.

It seems easy, doesn't it?

────Oh boy, was I so wrong.

You see, first, I did ignore her the whole day. When she greeted me good morning at school, I didn't greet her back.

I kept my attention on Charlie, anybody, just none on her. I ignored her during recess when she kept talking about how it wouldn't be possible for men to live without women, Which just meant my plan was working.

But while I was playing baseball with everyone, Lucy kissed me on the nose!! She kissed me ON. MY. NOSE. l have never felt more distraught in my life.

And it just kept going, I just kept on failing.

I ran with Charlie, flying a kite with him and endured the mockery of my so called 'friends' but instead of Lucy getting annoyed, she joined in with us. Unbelievable.

She seems to hate Snoopy's writing so I decided to join in on one of his writing sessions. I suggested absurd ideas like having a dog play piano Infront of the greatest musicians in the world.

"What are you two talking about? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

'Yes!' I said in my head, Lucy finally caught us brainstorming and she looks confused and annoyed. This might just be it!

But just when I felt that small linger of hope, it was gone again in an instant when a potential romance of me and her in the story peeked her interest.

It was good while it lasted...

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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.

My final attempt before completely losing my mind was every time Lucy corrected my playing, I didn't change a thing and play worse.

"You know, I'm just trying to help you out!! A romantic type of tune would help you even more!!" She said.

I wasn't looking but I know she's fuming.

Eventually, she flew her hands dramatically in the air and her footsteps walking away from my piano.

"Fine, don't listen to me! See if I care!" She yelled.

5 seconds later.

"Are you regretting ignoring me now?"

I mentally groaned and defeatedly looked her way.

"Don't look at me like that Schroeder, you know my tune is better" she said oh so sure and confident.

But what she said next, what she assumed, was what made me accept that this was not going to be easy at all.

"Don't think that I haven't noticed your behaviour today Schroeder" she starts, "if you want me to notice you, you didn't have to do all that" she finished.

My eyes shot up at that sentence, I can't believe that she actually thought that.

"What?.."

"You were writing stories with snoopy for crying out loud!"

"What if I just like to write sometimes?"

"I never saw you hold anything besides your piano".

I cursed at myself, having no way to change her perspective.

"Admit it Schroeder, you like having me around!" She declared.

"I do not! That wasn't what I was trying to do at all!!" I defend myself.

So she kept teasing me. Desperately wanting me to admit that I like her company.

There's a word for this...

A word that perfectly describes what I'm feeling the whole day and especially right now.

What was that word again? Oh, right.

BALONEY!!

Everything she's letting herself believe? Absolutely BALONEY!!

Whew, this is not gonna work.

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How to make Lucy van Pelt hate me

Chapter 5 Words have ─────── meaning

Song: My Funny Valentine - Ella Fitzgerald

Author's note: hello my children, so this is the last chapter😳Woo!! Woo!! Sorry for the delay, had a very long and exhausting week but here you go!! Thank you for making it this far! 💛 I'll be posting one final post about it, just compiling it all together and thanking my readers.

Previously: Chapter 4

Words have meaning

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Schroeder

DING! DING!

Went the door bell but once she swung the door open, I was met with rejection and rejection and another rejection.

It's not like Lucy's plain out rude to me by saying things like 'shoo!!' or 'you're a real jerk Schroeder' but instead it's more like, 'I'm too busy with mom' or 'I have to give a speech to women in europe'.

I highly doubt the second one which led me to the conclusion of her feeling down about the contest four days ago.

Surprisingly we won. Not because we were so good that we deserved it but one of the main judges cried because she also had curly hair and was extremely proud of it.

She gave us a 100.

Lucy's probably moping her lose since everyone knows just how much she worked hard for it, even going as far as singing in class during recitations.

I might know the reason for our win but she doesn't know that, all she probably heard was the applause and the fact that our win proved I was right when we fought last time (which I wasn't).

I don't want her to think that her interests and passions are nonsensical because that's not true at all, I was being dumb. I'm the dumb one!

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"How adorable!" The saleslady squealed.

I borrowed money from dad to buy flowers for Lucy and he happily agreed with the cost of helping mom with groceries later on.

Sacrificing my freedom to pick the perfect bouquet for Lucy.

"What do girls like the most?" I asked the lady.

"It depends on what kind of girl the one you like is" she answered.

I began to think about what kind of girl Lucy is and what flowers she would be interested in before the lady chimed in on my train of thought.

"If she's a simple or elegant girl then tulips are for her" she said, "but if she's cheerful, sunflowers will do the trick!"

'She's very passionate about her flowers' I thought. I mean, how do you even know that much about flowers? How do you even know tulips are for simple girls!?

I continued to walk around and soon my eyes would land on a bouquet of roses.

"What do roses mean?" I asked.

"Ah, yes! The classic symbol of love!" She chirped, "most boys give red roses to proclaim there love, appreciation, or regret" she added.

"Is that so?"

"Yes! Do they speak to you?"

I stared at it for a few seconds, weirdly they do. Plus, with the new information I've learned that they're for appreciation...

"Do you think she'll know?" I asked the lady.

She grinned, "oh ofcourse, roses never fail!"

I ended up buying the roses but I didn't have enough money to buy a bouquet so the lady ended up making me a small one, isn't as big but enough for Lucy to know what I meant.

I left the flower shop satisfied and smarter than before.

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Words have meaning, even when you don't fully mean it, once you said it, it can have a huge impact on someone. Wether Positive or negative, it's what I simply know.

I've said some things to Lucy, half out of annoyance, friendship, care, and hatred...to which I thought it was.

I stood once again on the doorstep of her home and by the fourth ring, her mom answered, Mrs. Van Pelt.

She opened the door and was pleasantly surprised by the little roses I have in my hand.

"What is this Schroeder?" She asked.

I gulped faintly, "this is for Lucy, I'm here to tell her that I'm sorry".

"Oh?" Her mom perked up, "what for?"

"For..." The moment I try to let my words out, i fumbled.

I took a deep breath, "for all the things I've done and said.."

"I've been pushing your daughter away, one of my dearest friends because I thought that a musicians success is measured by how much he can accomplish alone" I start.

"I thought she was a distraction...she kinda is── but she is the kind of distraction I want to have. I've disregarded everything she had helped me accomplished and pushed her away without thinking" I said.

"So here I am, with two roses in my hand...standing Infront of your doorstep to say that I'm sorry to your daughter.... Lucy's an amazing girl and a great friend despite her snarkiness, I'm sorry for treating her badly".

I've apologized and confessed my precise thoughts with no lies, her mom had her hand placed where her heart is.

"That's very sweet of you Schroeder, I did think something was wrong when she stopped going outside in the afternoon..." Mrs. Van Pelt smiled, almost in relief to understand her daughter's problem now.

She looked to her left, eyeing something or someone before turning back to me, "it's best if you give Lucy some space for now, I know you want to see her but she needs your patience".

"Oh...okay, can you atleast give these to her" handing the skinny bouquet of two roses.

Mrs. Van Pelt accepted them, "I sure will, Schroeder".

The door closed and I'm left on my own once again. I walked off but turned back one last time, that's when I saw her through the window.

I raised my hand to wave hello but she ducked and hid.

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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.

After my last attempt of letting Lucy know that I'm sorry, I gave her space.

No matter how long, I hope she knows my door is always open for her to come in but knowing her, she'd barge in uninvited.

It was 4 pm, the sky was growing darker by the second and I've got nothing much else to do so I sat down the floor, playing the usual Beethoven piece when I heard faint footsteps and my door creaking.

I didn't look up, it could be my mom coming to check up on my laundry basket but this person wasn't my mom because this person leaned on my piano and only one person can lean on my piano perfectly.

I took a quick glance at lucy, the back of her curly hair facing me. I didn't know what she's thinking about but I kept playing anyway.

Once I hit the last few notes, I switched to the notes of another song she knows all too well.

It's like she caught the memo when her head raised up a bit.

'My funny valentine by Ella Fitzgerald '

She began to hum, humming until humming turns to her singing along.

"Schroeder." She spoke, the voice that haven't been directed to me for a while, "I didn't think you were capable of playing such a song".

"It's not your thing.." she added.

I nod and say, "You did very well with your performance with Franklin".

She shook her head lightly, "ofcourse I did!! congrats on your win".

She didn't say but I noticed her answer was laced with one-sided joy.

"We won because one of the judges had curly hair like Frieda" I told her, "but even if you did win, I'll still play your favourite songs for you".

Her head began to turn, "really?"

"You were amazing"

How pretty, she's finally facing me with that smile on her face!!

"Thank you for the roses by the way, they're very pretty" she spoke again, happier now.

"I'm glad you liked it, I picked them out for you" I smiled, a little excited at the praise. "Did you get what they meant?.."

She sighed dramatically, "it means I have no choice but to accept your proposal".

"Proposal?.."

She looks at me as if in disbelief, "why yes Schroeder!" Then she adds, "you can't expect a lady to receive roses and not seal the deal!"

"I don't marry koalas" I retort.

"I'm not a koala! Stop calling me that!" Lucy said back.

And just like that, we were arguing again over silly things. Just like before but this time it's different, I care and appreciate more.

She makes me smile with my heart, no one's like her, my favourite work of art.

"So, are we friends again?" I asked.

She stared at me sweetly and smiled, "yes, yes we are".

With everything that happened this past couple of weeks. I've changed and I've learned a lot.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek after that to which she was disgusted by as she assumed snoopy of kissing her cheek instead.

"Ewww!!! Ewwww!! Oh, snoopy!!!" She whined, wiping her cheek.

I tried to tell her that it was me but she ran off.

Though, I did come to terms with one thing and that It's not so bad to be loved by Lucy Van Pelt.

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