"I want your ugly, I want your disease, I want your everything as long as it's free" – Lady Gaga, Bad Romance
Couple 1: Peter Petrelli and Claire Bennet.
Claire's POV
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! AHHH! I swear I'm going to have a massive heart attack. Why do I hate my boyfriend so much? He didn't drive me to the mall, OR, help me catch bad guys. It's not fair. I helped him stay alive with my power; I wish Hiro didn't go back and save Peter. He is so emo when he has no powers. 'I have to save the world' blah blah blah. Apparently the world is more important than this piece of immortal cuteness. Screw the world, it's gonna die in 1 more million years, I'll be in space then, sipping on champagne while Mr. Emo Tree Hugger, is floating in space, cleaning up all the garbage that is floating there. I'm so over him. Guys would pay millions to be with me, or go on a date with me. That fool doesn't know how lucky he is.
He mocks Zach, I mean he does look like a homosexual but he isn't. Zach is my only true friend, how can that fricken sponge judge my friend's? Grrrr. I hope he runs out of his emo fricken make-up. I consider getting him some for Christmas because he keeps on raiding through my stuff. AHHHH! I have a huge problem. I think I'm gonna dump him for that guy who can fly. At least he's hot and doesn't wear make-up. He's really desperate though…
Peter's POV
Why is Claire being so mean? So, I didn't drive her any where or fight bad guys, or buy her popcorn at the movies but I have my reasons and besides she won't sing about it right? … She won't help me save the world. The world is important. Urgh, I think all that make-up has got to her head. She needs to open her eyes to see the dangers of global warming. I get really pissed at her when she reeves up her car when she leaves my place. First of all, it leaves toxic fumes in the air and Second, It makes me splutter and cough for a whole 5 minutes. Come on, I'm lucky I'm a paramedic or else I would be screwed. But I get her back by stealing her make-up, wearing it around her friend Zach and ask if he thinks I'm pretty and wants to go shopping. We were having an argument one day and guess what she called me…an emo. 'You're such an emo, you look after dead people, gross…' her exact words. Well heres a message Barbie! Dead people need help thank you very much, I love my job and I am not emo. I don't understand why I always fall for the bratty cheerleaders who heals or for an art saleswoman who can't make up her mind between me and her druggie boyfriend who draws the future. It's so confusing.