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There had always been something between Schroeder and Lucy when they were younger in school but it was never anything past the keys of his piano, the sound of her voice and the occasional bickering.
Over the summer though Schroeder had started to feel differently. His random playing of piano made different hymns than usual. Instead of a minor key his thoughts led him to play sweet sounding majors.
His thoughts were usually on the last day of school when they had their graduation from younger years. Lucy was always pretty to Schroeder, he'd say that she was just that to everyone, naturally pretty.
During their graduation had been different though. She was wearing her signature blue coulour but in a dress that made her even more pretty. Just the thought of it made his face warm.
He could still remember what it looked like even now. Her coulour in a length jsut above her knees, it fell over her shoulders so that it would hang on the top of her arms. She also had a silver necklace in the shape of a star around her neck. To him she was stunning.
His mom had also taken a picture of them together. He had it set up in a small frame by his bed. She had never seen it there because he would move it to the shelf, even though it was just because they were close that he had it there on the bedside table.
Lucy during the summer months off would regularly hang out with friends. Violet, Patty and her would often try to get the latest gossip over the summer while also taking part in a full time job of keeping Charlie Brown on his toes.
During the summer Lucy would also often knock on the door of Schroeder's house only living a few streets away. His mother always let her in no matter the time of day, Schroeder was never busy unless you count piano practice. Which Lucy did not.
It wasn't ever often that she would appear but when she did Schroeder would get a giddy feeling, even though he was sure he did not like Lucy. She always pestered him and put her fingerprints all over his piano while leaning on it.
In grade 7 for her birthday he got her her own stool in his room. She was so excited to watch him play even though he would act annoyed and pretend he didn't like how close she was. She knew he liked her being close and the warmth in his face could tell anyone that. Or he was just so annoyed that his face would turn red. Either way she wanted to be close to him.
Her visits were nice for both of them, even though unplanned. One could even say he liked it when she was always so close attentively watching him press each key on the piano, though he wouldn't admit it. She would always like to listen to the sound of him playing and the sweet melodies that came from his fingers with an occasional remark on something she'd thought up.