DISCLAIMER: I don't own PEANUTS; it belongs to Charles Schulz

I've had this idea for a while now and I hope you enjoy it too. And now, without further ado, the fanfiction

Charlie Brown was asleep, smiling widely as the moonlight hit his round head. His dreams were only interrupted when the phone rang. Sitting up groggily, he wondered who the heck was calling him at this hour.

"Hello?" he asked with a yawn, expecting the caller to be Peppermint Patty.

"Wahh wahhhhh wah wahhh wahhhhh wahhhh." The voice was firm, strict and irritated.

"Yes, I am Charlie Brown."

"Wahhh wahh wah wahhhh wahh?"

"Yes, I have a dog…why?"

"WAHH WAHHHHHHH WAH WAHHHH WAHHHHHH WAHHH WAHH!"

"He's at your house?! Doing what?!"

"Wahh wahhhhh wahh wahhhh."

"Drinking root beers?"

"Wahhh wahh wahhhh!"

"Come get him? I'm on it, Mr.…"

"Wahhhh wahhhhh wahhhhhh."

"Okay, I'm coming."

Charlie Brown gave another yawn as he pulled a hoodie over his pajama top and slipped on his slippers. "Why can't I have a normal dog like everyone else?" he asked himself with a sigh as he began walking to the other neighborhood.

"Here's the World War I Flying Ace, moping in the French Café…he howls in despair." Snoopy thought, sitting at the dinner table, many root beer mugs sat next to him in a pile. "He also orders another root beer." Blushing, Snoopy looked up at a shadow blocking his view. "The French Waitress' father sure looks annoyed…better stop howling."

"Thanks for letting me in." Charlie Brown smiled before seeing his dog at the table. "Snoopy?!" he called out in shock.

"It's General Pershing. He hates when I head to the café at this hour indeed." Snoopy realized.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?" the round headed kid shouted before covering his mouth.

"Hmmm…2 am." Snoopy smiled coyly.

"Come on, young dog. We're going home before the neighborhood wakes up."

The round headed kid soon heard something come from upstairs. It sounded like crying, and Charlie Brown couldn't believe that someone was crying at 2 am instead of sleeping. To him, it sounded kind of silly, but weirder things have happened.

"Is everything alright?" Charlie asked.

"Wahhhh wahh wahhh wahhhh." The voice called back.

"I doubt everything's fine. Snoopy, I'll meet you at home."

"Wahh wahhh wah wahhh wahhhh?"

"I'm going to find out what's with all that crying."

Snoopy sighed as he marched home and flopped asleep on the top of his doghouse, Woodstock soon fluttered on top of his stomach and fell asleep almost instantly too. It was obvious the two were dreaming of defeating the Red Baron.

"Look, I like you in all…" Charlie Brown began, "but it's more of a like; not a like-like, just as a friend like…you understand that, right?" he asked as she stood there in disbelief, tongue-tied and broken hearted.

"Do…do…do you like me, Charles?" Marcie quivered.

"Do I what?" Charlie scoffed, sounded more serious than the last million or so times he said those three words.

"You…never liked me?" the bespectacled girl gulped, hoping she wasn't hearing right.

"Why would anyone love a nerd like you, Marcie? Grow up!" the round headed kid exclaimed, practically shoving her to the ground as she sniffled. "Besides, aside from being a dumb nerd, you cry too much!"

"I…I do?" she trembled, gnawing on her lip but to no use.

"Yeah, you worthless crybaby!" he shouted back before lovingly running into the arms of a freckled girl.

"I knew he c-c-I knew he couldn't ever love someone with glasses." Marcie realized, watching the two smile profoundly as they ran off. She could only try and hold back her tears. "If only…I…" she couldn't even say anything without shedding tears by this point and broke down.

"Look, Chuck, she's crying for you to come back." Peppermint Patty cackled.

"Yeah; nerds are so stupid." Charlie Brown smiled evilly.

"I'm…I'm sorry I can't be p-perfect…" Marcie realized, running off before crashing into Lucy.

"Not so tough anymore, huh?" Lucy threatened as her voice echoed in the bespectacled girl's head. "It's no wonder why Peppermint Patty makes for a better girlfriend than you: she can control her sadness."

"I...I too can control my sadness!" the younger girl in the red exclaimed as she tried blinking away her tears, but it was no use: they kept coming back, as if she destined to shed tears. "Maybe Charlie Brown WAS right after all...maybe I AM no good for him...maybe Peppermint Patty IS a better girlfriend..." Marcie sighed.

"Exactly." Linus smiled evilly, slapping her with his blanket as she tried holding back tears.

Not knowing what else to do, Marcie sighed, wondering why the boy of her dreams could get so violent...(or where he got his colorful language from) while all the while crying.

Charlie Brown sighed as he opened the door between him and his girlfriend. Even though it WAS 2 in the morning, he was gonna be there for her in her hour of need. "Maybe she was reading Old Yeller and it got to her…" he thought, fidgeting with the doorknob. "and that IS a sad book. I just hope I can talk to her about how she's feeling." He didn't know what to say when he saw her curled up in the blankets, crying and-to his shock-asleep.