Meet the Parents - for @teenpeter (twitter 'verse)

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Kitty paced nervous in her room while she waited for Peter to arrive.  She could hear the football game on the tv in the living room, and the sounds of her foster father cheering along.  She'd though about offering to help her foster mom, Carol, make dinner, but had realized that not only did she not know how to cook anything, but she was so nervous she was likely to drop anything she picked up.

"I've got it!" she shouted when the doorbell rang.  Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking when she opened the door.  She tried to smile, reminding herself he was probably even more nervous than she was.

"Hi."

 

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Peter took a cab over to her house just in case her parents might notice how he arrived. Wiping his hands on his pants he cursed to himself wondering if he should have brought something.

The cab came to a stop in in front of there small home. He sits for a moment after paying the cabbe, taking a few deep breaths. Getting out and ringing the doorbell, he fidgets with the hem of his shirt.

When the door opens he's glad it's Kitty. "Hi," He smiles, leaning in and giving her cheek a quick kiss.

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She raised an eyebrow as she watched the cab drive away. She'd assumed he'd come in the limo he'd taken her out in. The more she thought about it, though, she realized it was the safe bet. Neither of them was completely sure how her parents felt about him being wealthy.

She took his hand, clinging to it for dear life. She kept forcing herself to take deep breaths to try to slow down her racing heart.

"They're going to love you," she said, partially for him, partially for herself.

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He grins down at her. "I'm sorry, I totally spaced on bring anything. I think that's customary with this kind of thing."

Peter follows her into the house.The smell of food fills his nose. "It really smells good in here. You helping to cook?"

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"We're just kids. I don't think they expect you to bring a bottle of wine or anything. Actually, I think they have money on whether you actually show up or not."

That fact made her sad, as if they think she's not good enough for him or something. The walls in the house were thin, and she'd heard them talking. She cried herself to sleep after her foster father said he understood the rich kid being willing to screw her, but actually date her and meet her parents?

She shook her head in response to his question. "I didn't think giving someone food poisoning would be such a great idea. I can't cook."

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Peter groaned. Is her foster parents that bad or think so low of her that they would bet on her life like that?

He smiled at her, taking her hand. "Don't worry, Kitty. I'll put on my Petrelli charm and they will melt in my hands." He said softly hoping that they won"t hear him.

He raised his voice back to normal, "Me neither. The best I can make is soup from a can." He chuckled trying to make a joke.

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She squeezed his hand and led him into the living room. Her foster father, Roger, got up from his chair, but didn't turn the game off. It was more than Kitty had expected.

"Roger, Carol, this is Peter Petrelli. Peter, these are my parents." Carol was so sensitive about being called 'foster' that Kitty had learned not to introduce her that way. But she knew Peter knew, she'd told him everything about her.

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Peter followed Kitty into the living room. He smiled as she introduced him to them.

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Anderson." He offers his hand to them, making sure to give Roger a firm hand shake.

"Thank you for inviting me over. Do I get to call you Neo, sir?" He says straight faced, squeezing Kitty's hand.

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Roger stared back at Peter. "Call me what?" he asked.

Kitty laughed nervously. "It's a joke, Roger. It's from a movie... you wouldn't understand."

She led Peter over to the couch and took a seat, wondering if she should still be holding Peter's hand or not. When it came down to it, she didn't care what they though about it, she needed the comfort from him, so she held on tightly.

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"Sorry, sir. I was trying to make a joke." He bit his lip to stop himself from embarrassing himself further.

He sat next to Kitty and held her hand tight, he need the reassurance that he wasn't facing them alone. The silence that fell in the room was deafening. Everyone was eying everyone hoping the other person would speak first.

Noticing the football game was still on he figured he would start.

"So...are Giants winning?"

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Roger spun his La-z-boy around to face the television again. Kitty squeezed Peter's hand and smiled - he'd said exactly the right thing.

"They're down by 3, but they've got the ball." Roger looked over his shoulder at Peter, eyeing him up and down and seeming to make some decision about his appearance.

"Don't suppose you play ball, do ya? I was quarterback of my team in high school. Made all state and got a full ride to college until I blew out my knee." He returned his attention to the television just as the Giants scored.

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That close, huh? I'm sure they have it in the bag.

"No, sir. I'm more of a track and field type. Mother wouldn't let me go out for football. Afraid I might get kill or something."

Peter cheered with Roger as the Giants scored.

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She cheered right along with them, slowly starting to relax.

"Yeah, I thought ya looked a little fragile." Roger snorted. "Just teasin' ya, kid. If I'd had a son I mighta done the same thing, considering what happened to my knee and all."

Carol called for someone to come set the table, and Kitty jumped up. "Coming!"

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Peter stood and started to follow her, not sure if he wanted to stay without her protection and comfort.

"Need some help with that, Kitty?"

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He smirks down at her. "I get an allowance like every kid. I don't really use it so I squirrel it away for rainy days or something. I'd say this would be a rainy day."

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She wanted to kiss him and hold him and never let him go. She didn't think she'd ever loved anyone more.

"I couldn't let you do that. That's your money, I'm sure you've been saving it for something important."

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He rubbed her back and smiled that charming smile of his.

"Kitty, there is nothing more important to me than you. I want to see you safe and happy."

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"Oh Peter..." She couldn't fight the overwhelming urge to kiss him, so she did, filling it with all the love that threatened to make her heart explode.

"All I want is to be with you."

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He moaned into her kiss, returning it with just as much passion. He's wanted to kiss her since he walk through the front door and to do it with her foster parents mad and just outside gave him an extra thrill.

"I can't be without you either, Kitty."

Peter gently pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top her, kissing her the whole time. He cupped her face and petted her hair as the other hand snuck under her blouse to feel her soft skin.

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"Peter..." She wanted him so badly, but knew if they were found, her foster father would kill him. She pulled back from the kiss and pushed his hand back down.

"Not here. They'd kill you and probably me too if they found us. Let's just leave."

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He gave a groan, but drew away from her.

"I hate what they do to you, how they make you feel small. I wish I could take you away from here for good, but if I do they will probably claim I kidnapped you."

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She sat up, shifting herself into his lap, feeling how exciting he'd gotten from just a kiss.

"I know, I hate it too. But now I have you. And in a couple weeks I'll be out of here. If I have to sneak into the school and sleep in the nurse's office, I will."

She kissed him again, his face cupped in her hands. "Now let's get out of here. I want you to take me to our place."

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Peter kisses her back with hands around her waist. "you going to tell your parents, won't they worry if they find us both gone?"

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She sighed, knowing he was right.

"I'll say goodbye on the way out. As if they really care what happens to me when I leave here anyway."

She climbed off his lap and started throwing some clothes into her backpack. She didn't want to come back, not tonight.

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"I'm sure they do care about you on some level." I raise my eyes as she packs. "We're going to make a night of this? Okay. Just tell me you're not thinking of running away just yet."

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"They care about the check they get from the State for keeping me, that's all."

She stopped and sat down on the floor, backpack in her hands, head bowed and eyes closed. She wished more than anything that her life was easier. She wished that she had a different ability, one that would allow her to make her life however she wanted and with whoever she wanted.

"I'm not running away, not for good. Just for tonight." She opened her eyes and looked at him "Please say you'll come with me."