I heard the key fumbling to find its way into the lock, before finally going inside and turning with a click. Then the door opened, bringing in a little light from the hallway, but not too much. It was late at night, and they dimmed the lights in the dorm then.

Then he turned on the light in his room.

“Oh, Charlie Brown,” I sang to him.

He just stared at me. “Good grief. Lucy, how do you keep getting into my dorm room?”

I shrugged. “I have my ways.” It wasn’t lost on him how my breasts moved when I shrugged, and it wasn’t lost on me that it wasn’t lost on him. It was hard for him to ignore the naked girl on his dorm room bed, or how her chest moved when she shrugged. I was his personal devil with a blue dress off.

Charlie Brown’s family had moved after elementary school, taking him and Sally to the next city over. I had kind of missed him. Or rather, I missed messing with him. But there was one college nearby with an excellent Psychology program for me. It also had a presumably hard-up baseball team that was willing to give even a lovable loser like him an athletic scholarship. I had been delighted to see him walking across campus on the first day of classes. There was no mistaking him. He still wore the same style of shirt with the zigzag on it. He still had the same thin hair. I have to admit, he kind of grew into the look as an eighteen-year-old.

Not that puberty hadn’t been more than kind to me, too. Boys quickly became interested in me as I got older, but I didn’t return the favor. There just wasn’t time for boys, or for girls if I went the Peppermint Patty route. I had a budding psychological practice that I ran out of study hall at school, or via text message for outside of school time. I’d given up on Schroeder even before Charlie Brown had moved away. He was just interested in his music, whereas I… well, I guess nothing in these last several years was as fun as Charlie Brown had been.

My first thought upon seeing him had been to wonder where I could get a football. Holding a football for him to kick, only to pull it away at the last second, had been so much fun for so long for me. But even Charlie Brown had his limits. He eventually just ignored me as I knelt there, football lined up perfectly for him. Honestly, it bugged the hell out of me. I hadn’t yet come up with a suitable new way to torment him when we found out he was going to move away.

But that was years ago. Both of us being adults opened up so many possibilities. I mean, pre-pubescent boy Charlie Brown loved sports, and really wanted to kick that football I kept holding for him. But as an eighteen-year-old man? I knew right away what would beat sports in his mind.

Full Script Here

Ruining your childhood once again, like I did long ago with my Calvin and Hobbes script featuring Suzy Derkins, which was also a college one.

I read a lot of the Peanuts collections as a kid, and of course a lot of their animated stuff was holiday mainstays. So I've finally written some fan-fiction about two of the main characters and my interpretation of the dynamics of their relationship, carried forward into college. Hopefully people enjoy this.

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