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How to make Lucy van Pelt hate me [ COMPLETE ]

First of all, thank you for reading my story. This is actually the first time I finished writing something so yeah HAHAHA.

Though few, I'm glad you guys enjoyed it (hopefully). It was a fun productive activity for me but now I have to go back and focus on college again.

Also, to answer the reblogged I've read.

I will be putting this on Ao3, I'm just waiting for that damn invitation. My first time using it so I'm still figuring it out.

I appreciate all of you few or many, I hope you enjoyed this big ol' bag of fluff.

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Chapter Links:

• Introduction

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

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Quick schrucy art I made while waiting for the next class 💛✨

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

Chapter 4 My Muse

Song: My Girl - The Temptations

Author's note: Late chapter 4 cause college break was over almost two weeks ago and already got a ton of school work but anyways, just one more chapter and it'll be the end :DD

Previously: Chapter 3

4

My Muse

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Schroeder

"Schroeder?" A voice echoing in my room that made me turn in bed and it was my dad.

"Why are you still awake buddy?" He asked, walking inside to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Nothing, was just about to sleep" I simply answered and averted my eyes but it's obvious that dad knows something's seriously bothering me.

His expression contorted into a concerned one, "you can tell me anything, you know.."

"Dad, I just really want to sleep right now" I said, turning away.

I heard his sigh, "are you sure?"

"Yeah..."

A few seconds later, I felt a small creak of the bed when he stood up, "Goodnight son".

Before he could leave and close the door, I finally said something, "dad".

He stops, "yes?"

I glared softly at the wall and clutched the sheets, not fully fond with the idea that I had to tell my dad this. "How...how did you make up with mom when you guys fight?"

"Did you have a fight with someone?" He asked.

I paused a bit before answering, "no─ yes...well, me and lucy──

"Ah, Lucy" hearing his chuckle as he came back to sit on the edge of my bed, I turned once again and faced him, "well...what happened with Lucy?" He asked.

That's when I told my dad everything. I told him about my plan on making her hate me, how I was mean to her and shouted, the contest, how she ignored me now, and hates me now.

How it all came backfiring to my face, I couldn't even play a decent tune anymore.

I never told my dad any of this before, I never shared to him my problems before, it was always with mom.

My dad nods, "that is pretty bad and reminds me of a certain situation I was in.."

My ears immediately perked up, "really? what happened?"

"I was young then..." dad trailed off, "and I was just like you, passionate and loved music a whole lot" he smiled.

"I wouldn't let anything distract me, it was me and my violin against the world" he said, "but I didn't know that it was a bad thing to drown in your passion a little too much" he adds.

"What do you mean?.." I asked curiously.

"Your mother needed me the most at that time but I wasn't there for her because I got too caught up on that one offer I got" he answered.

"I didn't realize that I was slowly pushing her away. Soon enough, I realized just how silly it was.."

Dad grew quiet so I spoke, "What's silly?"

"How silly it was to drown in my own pieces while the reason for inspiration walks out the door" he said.

"It's alright to dream Schroeder, to dream of becoming like Beethoven, a great pianist but it's not a very good idea to push away relationships like family and a friend that cares about you for it".

"They're one of the reasons we are able to create music, that's how musicians write their pieces" he said, "I get inspiration by feeling the breeze, a snowy stroll outside, your mother's warm kiss on my cheek, and when you came in our life".

"You can't simply create music on your own Schroeder, you have to live and pay attention too" he finishes off.

He ruffles my hair and smiles, "and as for what I do to make up with mom.." he thinks for a bit before he clicks his tongue, "an apology and a kiss on the cheek works every time".

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I thought of what my dad said that night, it stuck in my head. Find inspiration and to pay attention, I always found inspiration in Beethoven but it wasn't enough anymore so I began to follow dad's advice.

I looked around more, I took my surroundings in and breathed in the fresh breeze while also practicing with frieda.

I took in her curly red hair and the way it's the only thing her poem consisted of, I tried to convince her to add something else but she's too adamant on it.

Then, something happened. I was on my way home after playing with my friends when I saw flowers of different colours in my neighbour's garden. It looks so cool and nice, a wave of inspiration hitted me.

I suddenly remembered a piano piece that would match perfectly with those flowers.

In my room, I began to play one of Beethoven's pieces. Closing my eyes and visualizing those flowers I've seen outside and my fingers began to move against the keys.

I smiled cause I finally got my rhythm back.

Now, I just have to apologise to Lucy.

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The day of the contest came. The first one to perform was peppermint patty and Marcie's cowboy show, patty almost destroyed the stage with that fake horse.

Came next was pigpen's declaration speech and pride of his dusty appearance. Of course, he got exited off the stage by our teacher.

Everything was going normally well but I was looking for Lucy when──

"Gah!", both of us hitting the ground, "sorry Charlie.." I quickly apologised and helped him up.

He groaned a bit, "it's alright, why were you circling around?" He asked.

I sighed in defeat, "I'm looking for Lucy"

"Ah, she is still pretty upset with you" Charlie said.

"I know" I answered because I do know and I want to make it right.

Charlie looked at me like he knew exactly what I was gonna do and smiled, "are you gonna make up with Lucy now?"

"Yes.."

"And to admit that you were being dumb?"

I frowned and grumbled, "yeah yeah..."

"Well, you won't see Lucy right now, she's up next with Franklin" Charlie said, "you should come sit with us and watch!"

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Here I was sitting amongst the crowd, I saw Lucy walking on the stage with a big smile on her face along with Franklin.

Franklin started playing his guitar and Lucy sang Ella Fitzgerald's duet with Louis Armstrong, cheek to cheek.

Did she always sound this good?

How come I never noticed it before?

Then, I've come to realize that I've been stupid.

I was so immersed in being a great musician like beethoven and completely pushing her away that I forgot just how important Lucy is to me, how impressed I am by everything she does.

I wonder what it will be like when she talks to me again.

Man, I really did mess up good time huh? Because as I watched her sing along Franklin's playing, I couldn't help but smile.

I was smiling and I couldn't help but be proud of Lucy.

If anyone could bring out the best in me, it'll be her.

My muse.

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

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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!"

How to make Lucy van Pelt hate me

Chapter 2 Never fall in love ─────── with a musician.

Song: Don't stop me now - Queen

Author's note: Currently wrote and finished this while in a long long line to pay for my tuition and still am. Girl, I just want to go home cause damn.

Previously: Chapter 1

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Never fall in love with a musician

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Schroeder

Today was the beginning of the rest of my life. I walked around like a tiger, I high fived and greeted at least half of the school population. I don't even know them all!!

I walked with a skip on my steps, I was full on buzzing!! And you might be weirded out because last time, I was for sure struggling.

Did I accept my predicament? What happened?

Well, let's just say, Lucy's upset with me. Like really real upset.

But it wasn't easy at all when I arrived at our next class. I see her and she wasn't even looking at me. Like she decided to forget I even existed.

"It's not too late to call it off and just apologize Schroeder.." Charlie Brown whispered but I brushed it off with, "I won't call it off".

I know Charlie and the others are disapproving but aren't they supposed to be happy? Lucy has been hurtful too. When she speaks up too much of her mind, when she always gets what she wants, why are they so against it for?

I would glance at Lucy from time to time but when she occasionally catches my glances, she frowns and whips her head away.

I'm not completely heartless, I feel guilty too.

But, I shouldn't be feeling this way! Lucy will get over it and me, understanding that I'm actually right, we're meant to be apart.

So. Yeah, congrats to me.

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📀 EARLIER

Our teacher spoke through the speaker, announcing to everyone that a school event will be held. A contest, but the jist is, it'll be in groups of two, it's gonna be a part of our final project.

Everybody began to scramble and choose their partners. As usual, Lucy came running to me with a big smile on her face.

With my many failures of pushing her away, I was already fed up and tired to even tolerate Lucy so I burst.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE PARTNERS WITH YOU!" I shouted.

Everybody grew quiet and stopped to look at us, I suddenly felt nervous and saw the look of surprise on Lucy's face.

What should I do?

My hands turning into a fist on my sides, not looking her in the eyes. "I wasn't doing all of that yesterday because I like being close to you, it's the opposite".

"What? What's wrong Schroeder? That's not true" Lucy said, startled.

"Just like that, you never listen to me and always follow whatever makes you happy!"

I could see Lucy's face contorting into a defensive frown, "that's not true".

"It is!! You always want to do things your way!! Bossing me around and your sarcastic remarks when it came to my ideas!!" I was frustrated.

"That's not true at all!!" Lucy was now yelling back as well.

"It is!"

"Fine then! If you don't want to be partners, go find someone else to fill my spot!!" She shouted back.

Lucy began to walk and look around our classmates, grabbing Franklin by the hand and leading him with her, "he will be my partner!!".

I groaned and began to look around as well, Charlie and my other friends were already taken, I don't want to humiliate myself like this Infront of everyone.

Until, Frieda steps out.

"I don't have a partner yet Schroeder" her voice is soft-spoken, "I can be your partner".

Then I thought about it, maybe she'll be a great partner, she does seem responsible or perhaps she has a hidden talent. A harp player? Lyre? Piano? So I agreed.

"Yes! Yes you can!" I decided.

I turned back to Lucy and she was staring intensely at me, her eyebrows furrowed, it almost scared me.

"Hmph!" Before turning away with Franklin.

The room shifted awkwardly before it came back to its normal atmosphere.

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📀 PRESENT

"yo Schroeder!" A kid waved at me, one of the ones I high fived earlier.

"hey!!" I smiled, pretending to remember him before going to my desk.

I was packing my things when Frieda came up to me once more, "thrilled to be joining you in this contest Schroeder! I was told you were the best pianist around here".

I think it's more like, I'm the only one. "Thank you, I'm thrilled too".

Frieda smiled and nodded, "yes, ofcourse you are, you do have the girl with naturally curly hair as your partner!"

....

Oh boy.

How to make Lucy van Pelt hate me

Chapter 1 BALONEY!!

Song: Pretty little angel eyes - Curtis Lee

Author's note: judging by the song, I hope you guys notice that I love flipped.

Introduction: Get to know the plot before you start reading :)

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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 togeth

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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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"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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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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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.

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.