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Chapter 6

Charlies Point of View

It's Saturday, finally a day where I won't be tormented.

I woke up and saw Sally; mom and dad went off to work earlier than usual. Apparently, they had a lot of client's book appointments this weekend at the barber.

I got to the kitchen and fixed myself some breakfast. Eggs and Toast with coffee and a apple. It wasn't much, but with enough calories it should satisfy me until lunch. I did the same for Sally and she came to the kitchen table.

"The same thing again brother? Can't you make pancakes today? I am so tired of the same breakfast every day!"

"Good grief Sally, it isn't all that bad! We ran out of pancake mix last week anyway and mom is going to the grocery store later today for more. Please, just eat your breakfast!"

"Huff, I guess your mediocre at more things than just school." She sat down and started to eat her breakfast.

I sighed and continued to eat. I thought back to Linus and how he was at the lunch table on Thursday and just sat there. I think I may have been too harsh on him; we were outnumbered three to two and Lucy was with them. It would be hard even for me to fight with my sister.

Maybe, I should talk to him later. See what he thinks.

I also thought back to advanced precalculus. I thought back to Heather, Violet, and Patty. Heather never really seemed to join them in my teasing.

Maybe she didn't see me as a complete failure. If I had a chance with her though… probably not.

I mentally sighed. Good grief, even after all this time I am still obsessed with her. It was like an intrusive though I could never get rid of. It was almost as bad as when I broke up with Peggy! Except at least that wound healed, even if I did cry some nights over it.

Her though… gah! What am I even thinking! She is way out of my league. I remember when she got asked out by Schroder to the middle school dance. I felt like something in me broke that day. I didn't show it, nor did I cry over it. I just spent long nights looking at myself in the mirror and looking at the pathetic excuse of a boy I was.

I still held her letters. The ones she wrote to me from summer camp in elementary school.

I sat up after I finished my plate and cleaned it. I walked back to my room and opened my lock box. No one knew of it, not even Sally. I kept it under the floorboards below my bed to make sure no one would find it. Inside were all the precious memories I had.

It contained some gifts from Linus, Lucy, and Sally, a baseball from a game me and dad went to during 8th grade, and finally the little red-haired girl's letters to me.

I opened one up…

Dear Charlie,

Summer camp is a blast! I have been learning so many things like knitting, sewing, survival skills, and so much more. It is almost over, and I have been wondering about you. I remember when you said to me about why I chose you, and I still feel like I made the right decision. You are a wonderful person and I hope we can speak again once I come back from camp!

PS. Can you please also pet your dog for me! He is so cute!

Best Wishes,

Heather Wold, The Little Red-Haired Girl

Tears started to form around my eyes. I don't know why.

You should be over her Brown! You never even had a chance! Compared to people like Schroeder, Thibault, and the other countless people in our class you are nothing!

I put everything back and laid on my bed. I noticed Snoopy came in and lay with me, noticing I was visibly distressed. He seemed to try to comfort me, as if to say, "It isn't all too bad, someday it will turn around."

I wish that were true snoopy, I wish that were true…

Good grief.

Schroder's Point of View

I was playing piano, but I couldn't focus.

Why?

Why has this been happening?

Every time I play, it takes me back to two people who I could not think about. Rather, I wish I didn't think about…

Heather and Lucy…

They both drive me up a wall for completely different reasons.

Lucy was obvious, she never left me alone! She was always trying to get my attention when I was at my most focused. I couldn't stand it! Always leaning on my piano, interrupting my playing, and never respecting my personal space!

Sigh, when I think of her though. A part of me kind of misses it. I realize that even if I was trying to be like Beethoven, I still needed human interaction. She did help me sometimes and did care for me…

Heather though…

I saw her as a beauty! How could I not? Educated, could dance and sing, appreciated the fine arts, and had a beautiful body to boot! She was practically the perfect girl!

I remember asking her out. I was sure she was going to say yes. How could it not work? Two people who are artists and have many of the same qualities? It was like a match made in heaven!

But she rejected me…

"Sorry Schroder, you are a really nice guy, but I can't accept…"

My heart broke that day, I could never accept it.

Why not me?

WHY NOT ME?

WHY? NOT? ME?

I played my piano furiously. It was unfair! Why NOT me? I understand that maybe I am not the most sociable type of person, but I surely had a lot of qualities that would make me a fine suitor!

*CRACK!*

…

Another broken piano key.

I looked out the window… I would not be Juilliard material if this kept up. I needed an answer…

I was afraid to talk about it to her again, but no better time than the present.

…

Time to get going.

Heathers Point of View

I was in my room, brushing my long red hair and looking in the mirror. I looked at the upper corner.

It was a photo that I had had since middle school. It was a class photo, but I had surrounded Charlie's face with a lipstick heart.

He was the nicest guy I have ever met, still to this day he has never once been cruel, mean, or angry (without good reason, anyway). I sighed, put my hairbrush down, picked up the photo, and held it close.

Charlie… when this is all over, I will make sure that you will be happy. From the bottom of my heart. You deserve it more than anyone else.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was this normal? Was it normal to feel like this for a guy?

…

I really didn't care.

It was my heart. I choose how I feel about other people.

And Charlie captured my heart.

*DING DONG, DING DONG! *

"HEATHER! CAN YOU PLEASE SEE WHO IS AT THE DOOR?" My dad called out.

"OK, ONE SECOND!" I walked down to the door and looked through the looking glass.

Schroder?

What the hell?

I put the mortise chain up and opened the door.

"Heather! Hey…" He said, scratching the back of his head.

I looked back with curiosity and asked, "Hello Schroder, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Uhm, I need to ask you a question. A serious one. Can I come in?"

I was unsure, it felt wired having anyone in my home aside form my mom and dad…

…

"Fine but be quick about it."

I let him in against my better judgement.

"Ok… why did you not go to the dance with me during 8th grade?"

…

Is he really asking this question?

…

Might as well be truthful.

"I will be blunt Schroder; I just wasn't into you. I mean you are a nice guy, and any other girl would be lucky to have you. But…"

"But…?"

"I just am not interested. I… have someone else in mind."

He looked back at me confused.

"Someone else? Thibault?"

I gagged. Ew…

"Ew… hell no."

"Joe Agate?"

"No."

"Then who else?"

…

Then Schroders face light up. Did he…

"Charlie Brown?"

I looked at him with fear, he didn't just…

"SO IT IS HIM!"

Fuck.

"WHY? WHY HIM?"

He began getting upset. This was not good. After though… he calmed down.

"No… never mind. I think I know why… I remember when you two talked in elementary school. When he helped with the book report. When he helped you cross the puddle once. You two looked so happy together, as if the entire world was at peace. I should have realized it sooner…"

He slapped his forehead.

"God, do I feel like a dumbass! I asked Charlies number one out on a date without considering how he would feel! FUCK!"

He hit his forehead with his fist.

"Schroder, calm down! You didn't do anything wrong! It was just a mistake! People make mistakes all the time!"

"You are too kind Heather. No wonder Charlie loves you."

Huh?

Charlie loves me?

…

He… loves me…

Charlie loves me.

Wait, he said I was Charlie's number one?

…

My heart was doing backflips.

"Wait he loves me?"

"Oh, you didn't know?"

"Uhm, no?"

"Really? Wow, I didn't expect that. He talks about you a lot."

…

Externally I was showing a poker face, internally though it felt like 4th of July combined with Christmas and Valentines Day.

I was elated and ecstatic! I was jumping for joy and could not stop! I can't believe it! He loves me!

CHARLIE BROWN LOVES ME!

…

Ok, calm down Heather… focus on the task at hand.

"Ok… do you feel better now Schroder?"

"Yeah, a bit… at least now I can be at ease with an answer. Now I have to ask… how are you going to tell him that you love him?"

Oh… yeah… that.

"I... don't know. The issue is not that I don't want to tell him, I would if I could. There is one roadblock…"

"It's Violet and Patty, isn't it?"

Damn, he was perceptive.

"Yeah…"

"Huff… that is quite a roadblock. Have you though of an idea yet to fix it."

"Well, I was planning something… I was planning to overthrow Violet as lead girl of the school…"

Schroder looked back at me surprised.

"Really? You know that is almost social suicide if you don't pull it off right? Violet has her hands in almost every pot and social group in the school! From the teachers and security to the geeks and jocks, they all eat out of her hand!"

"Yeah, I know… I am getting a group together to help me. Do you want to join?"

Schroder though for a second… then smiled.

"Sure. Why not? Violet has gotten too big for her britches anyway! She needs to be knocked down a few pegs. Besides, I think it is high time Charlie finally gets a break. He did introduce me to Beethoven so…"

I sighed and smiled. I hugged Schroder and said "Thank you so much! Me, Linus, and Lucy are meeting on Monday to organize and figure out our game plan. Think you can come then?"

He looked apprehensive "You are really bringing Lucy into this? You do know she is probably as big of a Charlie Brown hater as Violet, right?"

"Yeah, but if Linus did the task I asked from him correctly, then it shouldn't be a problem."

He sighed, "Well, if you say so. I will see you then. I need to head to the music store to get my piano fixed."

"Ok Schroder, see you then!" I said with a smile. He soon walked out, and I closed the door.

…

I ran back to my room, locked the door, laid stomach down on my bed and started giggling with glee.

He loves me!

He really does!

I guess that is one part of my plan that I don't need to worry about.

I can just see it now… me and him at the poinsettia… dancing the night away without a care… he sweeps me off my feet… we kiss a deep kiss….

Ah… that would be delightful…

…

Man, I am really lovestruck right now… aren't I?

I looked back at the class photo… he was the goal… aside from me getting into nursery school of course.

I need to be with him as much as he wants to be with me.

…

I will be with you Charlie, soon.

Just hold out a little longer for me.

…

I.

Love.

You.

Now the stage is set! We now have all the characters on the board with the main two, Charlie and Heather, and their rivals, Thibault and Violet! Hopefully this story is as entertaining to read as it is to write. If you could please leave a review! I would love some feedback so I can make this story as good as it can be! I have a lot of admiration for Schulz's work and I wish to do it justice with this fic.

But for now, I will leave the story here! Until next time for chapter 7! This is where the ball really starts rolling!

- Obsolete