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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!"

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fuck it, colorful home libraries

Her dad jumped from a moving ship & swam across the ocean for her mum, and now her man chased her down from the theatre across different blocks, because he missed her.

The women in this family are exactly who they think they are.

how he grabs her hands 🤧🤧

What I thought I'd be in college

new era.

Segelschiffe in wellenbewegtem Wasser, Egon Schiele, 1907