The Bishops had lived next door to the Petrellis for years. Bob Bishop met Arthur Petrelli in college and had known Angela from childhood. Bob was now the CEO of a massive company that Angela and Arthur Petrelli had founded. The two families which were close summered together in the Hamptons, had each other over for Christmas and new years and were constantly stopping over at each others homes. It helped that their children also somewhat got along.

The Petrellis had three handsome boys, who all like their father went to Columbia University. Nathan the oldest at 26, was driven and strong willed. He took after Arthur. He had just passed the bar exam and was working as a lawyer in New York City and was pursuing his goal to work for the DA's office. Gabriel their middle son who was 21 was quiet and shy. He was very much the brooding type and somewhat of a loner, but with a quick wit and an extremely above average intelligence. He was going into his fourth year of medical sciences. Peter the youngest at 19 was the most free spirited of the three. He followed his own path was always babied by Angela was going into his second year of nursing.

Elle Bishop was Bob's only child. Her mother had died from cancer when Elle was four and Bob had tried to raise her the best he could. She was a spitfire though. She had to be in control and had an attitude that contradicted her angelic look. She was the same age as Peter and had gone to school with him since junior kindergarten. She was going into her second year at NYU for psychology and drama.

Living next door to the boys Elle had always seemed like a sister. In fact her and Peter are best friends. But with Elle's sassy, in control attitude and Peter's kind and generous one, people often question how the two could get along so well. The two had seemed to find a balance in which their friendship could blossom and which also led them to get into trouble.

Elle isn't particularly close to Nathan. Being almost seven years older than Peter and Elle meant that his priorities have always been different. Growing up he was always off playing with older friends and then he was constantly studying or off doing internships and trying to get ahead. When he is around he is funny and charming and one time even older brother protective over Elle. He often teams up with her to tease Peter, but they all know it's in good fun. Gabriel is another story. He is the only one of the three who could get under Elle's skin and it isn't uncommon when the two were in the same room to have them arguing or insulting each other. Peter even had to hold Elle back one time, otherwise she would have attacked Gabriel. It seems though now that the dynamic is shifting and growing up seems to have changed their point of view on each other.

"Daddy do I have to go for the whole summer? Who am I going to hang out with Peter is only staying for a couple days before leaving to take a summer course?" Elle asked her father for what was the tenth time that day.

"Yes you do Elle. I told you that this summer you are staying here. After that trouble you got into in Ireland this is your punishment." Bob responded in a stern voice.

"That was even my fault." Elle said dropping into the arm chair across from her father's desk and crossing her arms. "Peter is partially to blame for not stopping the guy. And what you would have wanted me attacked than defend myself against that guy?"

"Elle." Bob warned, he knew that wasn't the true story. "And it's not my problem that Peter won't be there. Gabriel will be there all summer, why don't you try and make friends with him?"

"Dad that would only happen if hell froze over. Gabriel Petrelli is a stubborn idiot who thinks he's above everyone. He's a pretentious, self-centred, ass--" Elle couldn't finish her sentence.

"Elanor Catherine Bishop enough with insulting Gabriel, he is none of those things. Now finish packing we are leaving in an hour."

Elle huffed and left her father's office and went upstairs. She slammed her bedroom door and threw all her summer outfits and her cutest bathing suits into her suitcase. If she was going to be stranded in the Hamptons with her father and the Petrelli's she was going to look cute and find a hot boy to distract her.

An hour later Elle was leaning on Peter's Range Rover. Her Calvin Klein sunglasses hiding her electric blue eyes and she was wearing white short with a tight light blue tank top. Both showing off her tanned and toned petite body and complimenting her blonde hair. Peter came out of the house and threw his bag into the trunk.

"Hey Elle. What's with the look?" Peter inquired raising an eyebrow that just made it past his Ray Ban Wayfarers.

"Well you're leaving me to wither away in the boonies. How am going to survive?"

Peter laughed. "Elle it's not going to be so bad. I'll come and visit when I can."

"Dude I'm going to be stuck with your asshole of a brother. How do you think it's going to be?"

"Come on Elle. The two of you have to get over what ever it is that you fight about. Maybe this will be a good thing that the two of you hang out. It will mean less refereeing on my part if you two become friends." Giving her a crooked smile and walking around to the driver's side.

"Please. Like I could ever get along with that jack ass."

Just then Gabriel walked out of the house. He didn't so much walk as saunter to the car and casually throw his bag into the trunk, which caused Elle to roll her eyes behind her sunglasses. He turned to look at Elle, raising his Ray Ban Aviators so his piercing dark brown eyes could be seen, he slowly raked his eyes down and back up her body.

"Well, well if it isn't Ellie B," Gabriel said causing Elle to glare at him. She hated the way he called her Ellie. "When did you get a body?" His voice flirty and teasing.

"This is courtesy of my parents."

"I guess I'll thank your dad for that at dinner." He chuckled and got in the car.

The whole exchange left Elle flustered and confused. She didn't know what Gabriel was playing at, was this a new form of annoyance that he had picked up at school? She couldn't deny that it had felt good to be looked at like that, if only it had come from someone other than Gabriel. She also couldn't deny that Gabriel was attractive, his dark Petrelli hair, his full lips and even his thick eyebrows (which worked for him) was something that Elle had always noticed, but this time his voice and his gaze had given her butterflies. She quickly put the thought from her mind and got into the front seat of the car. Peter and Gabriel were talking and they stopped to acknowledge Elle's entrance with Gabriel making a snotty comment about it and Elle coming back with a rude retort.

This was going to be a long summer.