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If Lucy Van Pelt were crazy, she’d know it.
Right?
Heck, she was probably the most sane one out of all her friends, in addition to being the smartest and most beautiful. She was the one with the psychiatry booth after all, the one sane enough as well as generous enough to extend help to others through their many struggles. How could someone who helps others with their mental health be crazy?
Delusional, he’d called her.
She tried hard with Schroeder, tried to get him to see what he was missing. He was lucky to have someone like her lavishing attention on him, taking time out of her day to show how much she loved him. Even putting up with that stupid piano and stupid, annoying Beethoven as her competition, day in and day out.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to get rid of the competition. Schroeder wasn’t glued to his piano 24/7, after all, and it wasn’t hard to carry. The kite-eating tree had welcomed the change in diet, and as it turned out, it was surprisingly easy to fit a baby grand into the storm drain. She hadn’t counted on Schroeder going after it, of course, and hadn’t counted on how sick he’d get from the sewer water either. It wasn’t her fault he’d done that instead of paying attention to her now that the competition was gone, right?
It made even less sense to Lucy that people sided against her on this. Linus was protective of Schroeder and often told Lucy that he wasn’t into her, but she was sure she could chalk that up to basic sibling jealousy. Patty, who happened to be Schroeder’s cousin, had outright told her to leave the poor boy alone, but she too was jealous, of course. They’d been close friends before, but had been driven apart-by Patty’s jealousy, Lucy was sure, not this. Definitely not this. Schroeder would come around, she was sure of it. He was lucky she paid him so much attention, and surely someday he’d realize that he’d never do better than her. Besides, Lucy wasn’t dumb, or delusional, or crazy. What would that look like, someone like her raving mad, foaming at the mouth and babbling nonsense words? She didn’t do any of that, so how could she be called crazy? Besides, she’d be queen of the world someday, perched upon her gilded throne with Schroeder by her side. It made no sense for someone like that to be anything but perfectly sane.
Right?