This Is An Old Hobie Brown Fanart, Just Wanted To Post It Here Too 🫶

This is an old Hobie Brown fanart, just wanted to post it here too 🫶

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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.