Oneshot- The Potato
The Potato
Peter Petrelli was not a poor man, in fact- he was very rich. So, he really was able to fill his kitchen with a never ending supply of food, but sometimes- he just forgot to go grocery shopping. It wasn't his fault- really, the world just needed to be saved, like- all the time.
Sure there were other people with abilities out there, but he was sort of like superman- everyone expected him to do everything- and he didn't mind- he just wished he had enough time to buy food.
On that very day- he'd just gotten back from Louisiana, where the hurricane had hit, and he'd been making sure everyone had evacuated their homes- you know- cause he's nice and stuff.
The whole day Peter had been fantasizing about eating, because he had one potato left in his kitchen. He'd been thinking about all the marvelous things he could do to eat- boil it- bake it- suatee it- fry it. His mind boggled with ideas, and made his mouth water and the very thought of is perfectly oval potato waiting for him at home to be eaten.
Now, Peter wasn't usually a potato person, but on this very day- it was his favorite food in the world. So, it was really shocking when he opened his apartment door to find a certain blonde sitting comfortably on his sofa, eating something out of his paper bowl- he was too afraid to buy real dishes, Peter was sort of clumsy sometimes- er...most of the time.
Claire, grinned at him, "Hello!" Her mouth was still full of food when she grinned- it sort of grossed him out a little, but she was hot at the same time so he shrugged it off.
From the corner of his eye he noticed a potato peeler on the counter of his kitchen, and his heart flopped. Peter, turned back to, Claire instantly, "Claire- what are you eating?"
She took another spoonful from the paper bowl and shoved it into her mouth greedily, "Mashed potato."
Peter couldn't help it, his mouth turned into a small pout, "My potato?"
She nodded scooping the last of it into her mouth, "It was the only one. Geesh Peter, what are you trying to do? Starve yourself?"
Fury ignited into Peter- which was weird, because Claire usually had the opposite affect on him, "Why did you eat my only potato!"
Claire shook, surprised by Peter's outburst, and she stretched her eyes- a bit scared, "I was hungry..."
Peter stomped his foot angrily, "You just don't got and eat someones potato, Claire! That's rude!"
"It was just a potato", she raised her eyebrow, and mumbled.
He didn't calm down though, only breathed in, "But it was my potato. My last potato! You can't just take a man's potato! Do you not have any feelings? I will never be the same again!"
Claire bit her lip, trying not to laugh, "I'll buy you a new potato, Peter."
He shook his head and crossed his arms, like a little boy, "No. I don't want another potato- I wanted that one!" He fell onto the couch next to her angrily, and scowled at the TV.
"I'm sorry, Peter-"
"Hmph- sure you are- you potato stealer. I'm telling, Nathan, you know."
She rolled her eyes, and looked at the TV too, at a loss of what to do, "Do you want to go see the Dark Knight? You haven't seen it yet-"
"No."
"Want to go get some hot dogs?"
"No."
"Hey how about we go play a prank on, Mohinder? We haven't done that in a while."
All of a sudden, Peter sprang up from the couch, "No! No! No! I don't want to do anything with you! You ate my potato!"
Claire blinked, "Want to tie me up in your bed and play with your toys?"
Peter paused- shrugged, and pulled her hand up- pulling her towards his room, "Ok."