I’ve always wondered what the world looked like through his beautiful blue eyes.
I wonder what I look like through them.
I wonder what Schroeder thinks whenever he hears me coming. Does he secretly get excited behind that stoic expression of his or is he counting the seconds till I finally go home?
I hope it’s not the latter.
I rest my cheek against the piano, my gaze glued onto him as I watched him play. He was like magic—no, he had to be magic with the way he played the piano. The way his fingers tickled the ivory keys, the music that seems to capture one’s mind and soul.
Yeah, he’s got to be magic. I can’t imagine what else he would be.
We’re at school, he’s sat a few seats ahead of me, talking to Charlie Brown and my eyes just always seem to focus on him. Sometimes, I forget there’s the rest of the world when he’s right there.
I get up to talk to him but I stop in my tracks, my world stops spinning as I watch that stupid, pretty redhead walk up to him. How could she walk up to him when he’s mine? How could he look back at her and talk to her?
That’s my Schroeder.
I shouldn’t call her stupid. That’s not nice but I can’t help it. Why is she talking to him? I can tell she likes him and it scares me that I don’t know if he likes her back.
It scares me that I don’t know much about him despite all my efforts.
I want to tell him not to talk to her, I want to push her out of the way and pull him into my arms and take him away but…
He would probably hate me if I do.
Instead, I take a step back and turn on my heel before walking out of the room.
As I walk away, I can feel my mind is playing tricks on me because I swear I can hear Schroeder calling out to me.
“Hey Lucy, wait up!”
I’ve always wondered what the world looked like through her bright brown eyes.
I wonder what I look like through them.
I never really understood the way Lucy stuck around, always coming by after class to listen to me play piano—sometimes, I don’t know if she’s really listening to me play with the way she looks at me.
What is going on through that head of hers? I wonder if she likes the songs I play, does she notice the kinds of songs I choose whenever she’s around? I wonder if she even cares for it at all.
I hope it’s not the latter.
My hands may be playing the piano, my gaze may be on the keys, but my mind was solely focused on her. I can’t help but to steal glances, my heart skipping a beat whenever I see her cheek pressed up against my piano and her eyes just watching me.
She’s got to be magic, there’s just no other way to explain what she does to me.
At school, she sits a few seats behind me. Something I consider a blessing and a curse because at least, if I can’t see her, I won’t get distracted too much. The problem is, she still plagues my mind even when she’s out of sight so there’s really no point.
Charlie Brown had just left, leaving me to sit down on my chair and finish writing a song when a girl walks up to me. She has red hair, that’s all I care to notice about her before she starts talking.
I try to keep up with what she’s saying to be polite but I couldn’t bring myself to care. If it were Lucy, I listen to all those stupid questions she asks me, questions that make no sense yet I so desperately try to understand them, to understand her.
A sigh falls from my lips as my gaze can’t help but to look for her and when it does, I notice this…look in her eyes before she turns around and leaves the classroom.
What was that? I’ve never seen her look at me like that before…I don’t like it.
I don’t bother excusing myself from the conversation as my legs quickly move to follow after her.
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