Girl
As Schroeder walks down the street he notices a short orange figure in the distance. Eventually, she comes into view. Its Frieda.
“Oh my gosh! Schroeder! It’s been so long!” She chirps as she walks up to him and gives him a big non-consensual hug. “Hey..” He mutters. “Are you gonna be at Linus’s party tonight?she doesn’t wait for an answer me too! You know, I’ve been learning the drums recently and was thinking maybe we could practice together some time!” Frieda urged.
“This bitch is stupid as fuck. Those things aren’t even remotely related” Schroeder thinks. He doesn’t say it out loud , obviously, Instead he says “I’ll think about.” With absolutely no enthusiasm at all.
“All right then! I’ll see you at the party, darling!” She squeals. She’s obviously trying to copy Lucy. It fails though. There’s this fake-ness to her that Schroeder can’t really put his finger on. He waves goodbye and continues his journey to his house. Once he gets there, he is greeted by his drunken mother. “Ello honey.. “ She moaned. She was watching the new season of Milf Manor. “Ew.” Schroeder thinks to himself as he ignores her and waltzes to his bedroom. He bows to his Beethoven painting and plops onto the bed. “UGHHHHHHHHH” he cries. His life seems so hopeless, and yet so fragile that if he tries to fix anything it might break. He can feel his high wear off when he looks to the other side of the room, where his piano is. “Get out of my head , Lucy.” He hisses.”Get. Out. Of. My. Head.” He says as he bangs on his head as if it could break in two and any memory of Lucy would come pouring out. He glowers at his piano one last time before passing out.