LH: Well, this is my first Heroes fic. I do not own the copyright to this…just the plot of this fic. Hehe…enjoy. COMMENT PLEASE!

I've always been in love with the thought of being in love. Who doesn't? I mean, snagging a cute guy is just as fun as scoring a cute outfit! We'll just see…

In my dreams, my head seems to replay the first time I saw him. He came swooping down to save me…my hero. The way the breeze made his bangs move, the determinations and bravery in his eyes, the feel of his hands supporting me…

No. Not possible. I have to remind myself that he is older than me.

I stare at Peter from across the room. He's having a conversation with Matt. They seem to be having a good time. Peter catches my gaze and smiles. I forget to breathe.

Sooo…cute. Ugh, I need to get over my teenage girliness. It's just that he's so adorable. No, Claire! Get your head straight! He's probably with someone! I…

"Hey, Claire," Peter greets me. I have no idea how he got to me so fast or maybe I just wasn't paying attention. I just stare into his chocolate brown eyes. Oh, baby, yum.

"Um, yeah…um…how do you like the party?" I tried to catch myself.

"It's great. Hiro should throw parties more often," Peter chuckled, "Is that what you wanted to ask me? I mean, from the look you gave me, it seemed as though you wanted to tell me about some deep dark secret. Did you get into trouble with another cheerleader?"

"Hah, very funny, Peter," I rolled my eyes. If only he knew that I love it when he tries to make me laugh.

"What are you doing next Saturday?" Peter changed the subject…and his expression. There was a hint of something mischievous…and dangerous.

"I was just going to stay at home. That's basically the life of a college student, I guess," I sigh, "You go to class, study at the dorm, and then go out with the girls every other week and window shop. Pretty boring."

"Well, Nathan got me the season set for Chuck, and I don't want to enjoy a good show by myself. I mean, we used to spend so much time watching TV together and I know how much you love a good laugh, so want to come over?" Peter grinned.

YES! JUST SAY YES! MR. GORGEOUS JUST ASKED YOU TO COME OVER!

"I can't. I have to clean up the place a bit. I mean, my roommate always complains that I leave my stuff everywhere, so I should clean up while she enjoys the weekend at her boyfriend's," I smile wistfully.

What the heck? That was some lame excuse!

"Oh," Peter said, looking a little hurt, "I see. Well, I guess I'll see you around." He started to turn around and walk away. It broke my heart…

However, then he turned around and grinned, "I can help you if you want. I'll bring Chuck over and we'll watch after. We'll make sure we won't make a mess."

I just sigh and laugh. Typical Peter.

Saturday..

Lately, I have no idea what's up with Peter. Some days he acts moody and others he acts like he's Barbie with that dazzling smile of his. Well…he is hotter than Ken.

Ding!

HE'S HERE! MAN, I haven't even started!

I rush to the door and open it to find him leaning near the frame of the door with flowers and pizza.

"What's this?" I asked, letting him into the place.

"The pizza is for us and the flowers are for Tiffany," Peter said as he set the box on the coffe table, "You won't mind if I let them soak before I go on my date with her tonight?"

"You're going out with someone named Tiffany?" I ask, my shock is too apparent.

"Is there something wrong with that?" he questions me.

"No…I just think that you have an interesting taste for names. I mean, there was Simone…then Elle…then Solange…then Pristine…then…Tiffany…that's all," I stammer.

"There was also Claudia…Bella…Catalina…Mariette.."

"Okay, I get the idea!" I try to change the subject.

"Aww…come on, Claire. I am old enough to date. Soon, I'll find someone to settle down with and have a family."

"I know," I sigh, "I know." If only you knew. "We need to get started with the cleaning," I change the subject.

"Okay," Peter says and then a look of shock forms on his face, "Why can't I see the floor?"

"As I've said, I leave everything everywhere," I sigh. It was true. Books and empty pizza boxes were piled everywhere. A stack of shoes was piling near the door as well. Thesis papers and reports were spread out all over the place. The whole place looked like an office gone wrong.

"I think it might take us a while," Peter sighed.

An hour later

"What is this?" Peter drags out a pink stuffed teddy bear. "Is from your boyfriend?"

"Why, yes, it's from Henry," I take the bear and stroke it lovingly.

"Aren't you a little too old for stuffed animals? Shouldn't you get a box of chocolates or jewelry?"

"No everyone is as rich as you, Mr. Petrelli," I say as I place the bear back.

"Well, you deserve more than a stuffed Yogi bear," Peter huffed.

"Well, considering I got it when I was in first grade," I laugh. Peter turns bright red. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Hah…more than that…," Peter says annoyed. I start to laugh, but then I soon find his lips crashing down on mine.

This cannot be happening! He…

Peter pulls away with a look of shock.

"I'm so sorry," Peter breathes and gets up.

"Why are you saying sorry? Peter…"

"You and I can't be together. You have your whole life ahead of you. I'm too far down the path I've taken, I could never give you what you truly deserve."

"You can give me what I want…" I say as I stand up. He looks at me questioningly. "I want you."

Peter smiles then takes my hand.

Later…

Peter and I sit down, laughing at Chuck and eating popcorn. Our hands are intertwined and my head rests on his chest. If this is what contentment feels like, I don't want it to end. However…

"Peter…don't you have a date?"

"Yeah, I do…"

"Shouldn't you give her the flowers at least?"

Peter sighs and then gets up to get them, I can't believe he's actually going! I knew he was toying with me…

Peter comes over to me and hands me the flowers.

"Here you are, Tiffany," he smiles.

"Thanks, Henry," I laugh.

"And here," Peter says as he takes out a black box, "Since I did mean that you deserve more than a stuffed bear." Inside is a silver necklace with CP in silver letters.

"What will happen when dad finds out?" I ask.

"Well, he's not going to for you'll eventually be Claire Petrelli both ways," Peter laughs.

"Ugh, the incest."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I was adopted," Peter laughed.

"Works for me," I say as we kiss the night away.

Too bad that's not how life is…that was what I WISHED would have happened. The REAL Story…it's more complicated than that…

The REAL STORY…

"What's with the look, Claire?" Peter tilts his head as I realize that I was staring at him the whole time, "Is that your form of revenge?"

"What? Oh, I was admiring the fact that Hiro was able to get you and Matt to settle some of your differences. I mean, Dr. Suresh is getting married to Maya, Sylar is gone…and the whole world just seems to be going to normal…"

"Define 'normal'," Peter smirks as he takes a gulp of his beer.

"Well, you're awfully cheerful today," I sarcastically comment.

"It's all your fault," Peter said plainly.

"How is it my fault?"

"Let's just say that there are a few things that daddy can't do right now and your uncle now has to babysit you for the next three weeks…"

"WHAT?" Oh, baby.

"Got a problem?"

"YEAH!" I say, backing away, "I can't believe he doesn't trust me!"

"Apparently," Peter just keeps on going at it.

"Why you, Peter?" I ask.

"Well, you can't stay with Mohinder and Maya for they might do things that might scar your innocent eyes…"

"Who said I was innocent?"

Peter just ignored the comment and went on. "Also, Matt and Hiro are both busy on a mission…"

"Aww…sushi would have been nice."

"Lastly, they think that I don't have a life, which I do," Peter sulked, "I was supposed to spend this weekend with Tiffany…"

The actual girlfriend. I sigh, not meaning to, outloud.

"What's with the sigh?" Peter asks, now concerned.

"I wish they would trust me more. I mean, you know…so I don't have to be a burden to everyone. I am one of the most indestructible people in the world, yet everyone treats me like a child."

"Claire," Peter puts his arm around me, "You are not a burden." He strokes my hair and gives me a small smile. "We'll have fun, just wait and see."

"May I remind you that I'm nineteen now? My definition of fun is not the same as when I was sixteen."

"Right. You still like looking at the stars at night, watching romantic movies, eating pizza everyday, and going rollerblading at the park, am I correct?"

"Yeah," I admit sheepishly.

"Well, you're still everyone's little Claire-bear," Peter teased.

"Knock it off, Peter,"

"Sure, Claire-bear," Peter laughed.

"Peter!"

"Okay, knocking off now."