How To Make Lucy Van Pelt Hate Me

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

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.

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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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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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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬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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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.