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Date: January 2006
Character: Peter Petrelli, Claire Bennet
Summary: So maybe this one's a date.
Status: In Progress
Semi-private.
Peter never went back on his promises. He often had the habit of making stupid promises that always came back to bite him in the ass and he wasn't entirely sure if this latest promise of his was one of those yet.
Claire had walked in with her first paycheck two days ago and presented it to him with a beaming smile, because she had a real job. A real, paying job and he'd said that he would treat her like an adult if she started acting like one... and handed him five hundred dollars for rent and the internet bill. Possibly not the best demand to make since it was essentially forcing her to pay him to be her boyfriend but whatever.
He'd set a condition. She'd met it. And he was taking her out on a date now.
Hopefully this one would go better then the last date type... dinner outing... evening event... thing. He really didn't know what the fuck that time in October would be called. That was before he'd kissed her for the first time and before he'd admitted that he even liked her but Isaac and Simone and the hostess and the waitress had all assumed they were on a date and the evening had ended with a kiss--or two--and a broken leg and... no ice skating tonight.
"Claire," he called, eyeing the bathroom door with some apprehension. What she was doing in there he couldn't be exactly sure but she'd been doing it for like six hours. Or what felt like six hours. It was actually more like two but still. Who needed a bathroom for that long? His girlfriend--yes, he was also going to refer to her as his girlfriend steadily now--apparently.
"We're going to be late..." he added. He'd gone all out on this one. Reserversations. A nice white button up shirt, a suit jacket. They'd be walking to the restaurant but he wasn't going to spend money on a cab and asking Nathan for his car was out of the question and yeah.
He was taking Claire out on a date.
And then going straight to hell.
Character: Peter Petrelli, Claire Bennet
Summary: So maybe this one's a date.
Status: In Progress
Semi-private.
Peter never went back on his promises. He often had the habit of making stupid promises that always came back to bite him in the ass and he wasn't entirely sure if this latest promise of his was one of those yet.
Claire had walked in with her first paycheck two days ago and presented it to him with a beaming smile, because she had a real job. A real, paying job and he'd said that he would treat her like an adult if she started acting like one... and handed him five hundred dollars for rent and the internet bill. Possibly not the best demand to make since it was essentially forcing her to pay him to be her boyfriend but whatever.
He'd set a condition. She'd met it. And he was taking her out on a date now.
Hopefully this one would go better then the last date type... dinner outing... evening event... thing. He really didn't know what the fuck that time in October would be called. That was before he'd kissed her for the first time and before he'd admitted that he even liked her but Isaac and Simone and the hostess and the waitress had all assumed they were on a date and the evening had ended with a kiss--or two--and a broken leg and... no ice skating tonight.
"Claire," he called, eyeing the bathroom door with some apprehension. What she was doing in there he couldn't be exactly sure but she'd been doing it for like six hours. Or what felt like six hours. It was actually more like two but still. Who needed a bathroom for that long? His girlfriend--yes, he was also going to refer to her as his girlfriend steadily now--apparently.
"We're going to be late..." he added. He'd gone all out on this one. Reserversations. A nice white button up shirt, a suit jacket. They'd be walking to the restaurant but he wasn't going to spend money on a cab and asking Nathan for his car was out of the question and yeah.
He was taking Claire out on a date.
And then going straight to hell.