B is for BeautifulFor years, she'd ask him is she was beautiful. And even if he pretended not to care, it used to make him feel special. Until he caught her asking the same thing to Charlie Brown. He never answered either. If they both reacted in the same way, did that mean they felt the same? Towards her, he meant. Schroeder hoped it didn't."Do you think I'm beautiful, Schroeder?" She batted her eyes at him in adoration and braced herself for the usual rejection.He stared at her blankly for a few seconds before returning to his piano keys. She'd only expected as much, but it still made her angry every time. Brows furrowed angrily and she opened her mouth to accuse him of none but the worst treachery."Yes." Her eyes snapped open to find Schroeder glaring at the wall, looking reluctant and disgruntled, but nevertheless a bit pink in the cheeks."W-what?" His flush deepened and he intensified his staredown with the wall. He took a long time before answering."Yes, I do."