Stupid Lucy Van Pelt. Stupid blockhead.

Of course, she had to ruin the entire baseball game for her dumb, wish-washy romance dream. It was all her fault! Of course, she had to be screaming at the top of her lungs and not paying attention to the ball coming right at her! They were down by one point, and they lost the whole game because of her. It would have been more acceptable to Schroeder if she were yelling at someone for being dumb, but no, she was yelling at him. Now, he had to take some of the blame in the other teammates eyes, when he had done nothing!

Lucy had ruined the game, and had made a fool out of not only herself, but Schroeder as well.

Schroeder couldn't dare to be seen now. Beethoven had failings of himself, and had been humiliated, but as far as Schroeder was concerned, this would be the way he would have reacted, too. Try to avoid all the bad publicity. He must have been the laughing stock! But none of it was his fault! He was being blamed for something he had absolutely no control over! And all of it was because of that stupid blockhead Lucy Van Pelt.

He hated her guts.

"Schroeder! Oooh, Schroeder! Get that ball! Get it for me! Get it for your sweetheart! When we're married, we'll remember this day and how we actually won this game! This is it, Schroeder! I love you!"

That was most of what she had said. That love struck idiot. Why did she have to go and fall in love with Schroeder? What did Schroeder ever to do deserve this?

Schroeder began to play a comforting, but simplified tune. His muse was gone. He couldn't even play something beautiful. He had no reason to play anything nice anymore. He was too angry with her. He wasn't even angry she had embarrassed him. He was angry that she had lost the game for them. No more games for a whole new Season.

Schroeder banged his head against the piano once.

"And now they're all going to hate me," He grumbled. "I wish Beethoven had said some inspirational words to help with a moment like this...not even a symphony to help me get over this! I have a stomach ache..."

He continued to play his piano. Maybe Schroeder was being too dramatic. He could often act out in unreasonable times. Not out loud, but more in his head. Get miserable over small things. He thought deeply, and felt emotions bigger than they should be. And this time, it was anger, and disappointment, and embarrassment all mixed together. It was too much for a little boy to handle.

That was when she had enough nerve to show up. Lucy always came unannounced, but this was the last straw. The second he saw her lying across the piano, he pulled it out from under her, in anger.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He shouted. Lucy crawled back over, rolling her eyes.

"Good grief. You're in a even worse mood than usual!" She said, crossing her arms. Though, after a second, her eyes became fluttery. "You're so dreamy, Schroeder! I can't wait until we're married!"

Schroeder stood up, glaring at her. "I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times! I am never, ever getting married to you! I would never marry you, Lucy! I'm too angry to even talk to you! Why do you always show up without asking?! I don't want you here! Get out! Get out get out! And don't come back! Ever!"

Lucy looked surprised. She, for the first time, was speechless. Suddenly, there was a bit of hurt crossing her face, and Schroeder immediately felt guilt. He had just really hurt her feelings. The young girl looked like she was about to start crying. Oh no, what had he done? Why had he just shouted at Lucy?

He put his hands up, about to apologize, when Lucy slugged him across the face.

"Fine!" She shouted, and stormed out of his house.