Turtle Lake, China

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

5

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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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.

How to make Lucy van Pelt hate me

Description: Young love, Rom-com

Synopsis: Schroeder simply can't take it anymore so after a terrible dream of Lucy, getting married together, and seeing the horrific sadness inflicted on his neglected idol's face: Ludwig van Beethoven. He decided that enough is enough, he sought to make Lucy van Pelt hate him with all her heart.

Song: Kiss me - Sixpence none the richer

Author's note: Sorry for any inaccuracy. This will be just a short story I want to write for fun while I'm still in my college break. Short and sweet. 💛

INTRODUCTION

I have one mission in life and that is for Lucy van Pelt to hate me, to despise me, to vomit at the very sight of me.

And you might ask, why Schroeder?? It's a girl!! Not everyday a girl likes you!! But Lucy isn't just any girl, my friend. Lucy van Pelt is the most annoying and unwell koala I've ever met.

Everyday, she's always leaning on my piano and all up on my business. Just the other day, she called Beethoven cute. Cute!? Beethoven, one of the most amazing pianist in the world, cute!? She crossed the line.

That's when I decided that I need to get rid of her once and for all.

How to make Lucy van Pelt hate me

Chapter 3 Accustomed to ─────── her face

Song: I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Rex Harrison

Previously: Chapter 2

3

Accustomed to her face

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Schroeder

I'm frustrated.

At Frieda because her main focus in this contest is for her and her curly hair to shine.

and at myself, because I don't understand why I'm feeling like this, like, something's missing.

It couldn't be Lucy, it can't be! I worked so hard and I didn't want her company at all.

Lucy is bossy

She's mean

Sarcastic

A girl like her should be easy to forget!

But then,

"What is this Beethoven? Is it a candy brand?" Frieda smiled cluelessly.

I sighed, Noone seems to understand me more than her.

"What do you think of this?" I asked, then played symphony no. 5.

"Hm, it sounds nice! Let's see if it matches with my poetry!" Frieda answered, holding her notebook.

Lucy would've suggested something like, 'oh! You should play something more interesting!'

She'd suggest Elle fitzgerald, Barbra Streisand, sometimes she'd even squeeze in the effort to recommend one of Beethoven's pieces which would surprise me, in the price of it being romantic.

If she's the one here right now, she'd probably sing my ears off. She's too confident for her own good.

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"What a girl does to have such hair~

So natural and curly and red like a red panda~"

I played my piano while Frieda recited her poem about her naturally curly hair but I can't help but glance at Lucy and Franklin from time to time on the other side of the room.

They were talking while Franklin held his guitar.

What does Franklin know about her? Nothing, that's it, nothing at all.

Gee, Good luck to him, he won't last a day with her.

I know what Lucy dislikes but I also know what she likes and it's definitely not Franklin's taste────

Franklin began to play his acoustic guitar and Lucy followed, singing an Ella Fitzgerald song.

I ended up messing the notes and stopped.

"Gardens of────

Frieda was cut off, "oh? What happened Schroeder?"

I flinched, "oh! Sorry, let's try again".

"It's alright, I got an idea on what to add anyway!" She reassured and began to talk about using flowers and gardens as metaphors.

I glance back at Lucy.

And now she's singing love songs with Franklin? I scoffed, It seems like an idiotic idea.

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All day, I've been acting strange. Wherever Lucy go, I would follow.

My goodness, I'm acting like a creep...

During lunch? I'd sit a few feet away, sitting where I could face her.

She would be talking with the other girls, then Charlie, Linus, and then Franklin.

I've been officially replaced!! My yesterday of victory and glorious freedom suddenly vanished. I don't feel so good about it anymore.

Why would she watch him play his guitar? Does she what? Like him or something?

Why won't she look at me?

Wait────No! Isn't this what you wanted Schroeder?

I sounded like an idiot.

Get a grip man!!

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"We'll practice again tomorrow, Schroeder!" Frieda smiled and waved goodbye.

I smiled and waved goodbye back.

"How's your performance going?" A voice that's all too familiar to me made my eyes go wide and immediately turned around.

"Lucy", she's talking to me.

Her arms crossed and wearing her unbothered expression, "so?".

"Uh──... it's going well" I answered, the tension evident in the air between us. Weirdly enough, I found it a bit hard to speak to her.

"Huh, I don't believe you one bit!" She states.

I frowned at that, "and why is that?"

"You have never been a fan of anything but Beethoven" Lucy said, "Frieda already blew it for you with her poetry about hair" she added.

"It's clear you're struggling" she said.

Her assumption made me angry and grumble (she is right). Who does she think she is?? And to think that I almost thought I missed her!

But this is exactly right! To be reminded of why did all of this in the first place.

"Actually, I think we're just gonna ace this contest" I said with confidence.

"Oh really?? Don't lie to me Schroeder"

"I'm not! At least I'm not singing nonsensical love songs!"

"Cheek to cheek is a national favourite for any romantics in the world!!" She argued.

"Then, the romantics in the world is a bunch of dummies!" I argued back.

"It'll be a duet and it'll be amazing!!"

"Ours will be all about hair and Beethoven, now that's art!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

She walks away with angry stomps as I did the same.

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I sighed, playing my piano on my own. I played a few pieces but I can't get myself to focus properly.

I looked at the top board of my piano, a solemn feeling growing in my chest.

I frowned and got frustrated all over again. Her voice is echoing in my head, I won't lie about that anymore.

Ever since we've been apart, she has been in my mind.

Lucy's endless company and chatter has been a part of my everyday routine, her ups and downs are second nature to me now.

It feels lonely now and perhaps that's the reason I can't play well.

How did Beethoven do it?

Playing in a room?

With noone like Lucy around?

Without her voice, her face, her trace, how did he live to compose like that?

Why can't I do that if Beethoven did it so easily.

I kept my eyes on where she usually leaned on.

I frowned, "Don't tell me I've grown accustomed to that face!"

"Baby loves, I'm tryna talk to you. There's a boy and I don't quite know what to do".

Yellow :D

Lilies reaching for the spring sun ☀️

the new heart I've been growing in my garden is at a strange and delicate stage of development

Jinx & Ekko - Arcane Concept Art by Anna Nikonova

I love him and his little garden soso much

Segelschiffe in wellenbewegtem Wasser, Egon Schiele, 1907