I was thinking of doing like a song suggestion to listen to with some chapters, okay? o it might just be for some of them and not for all of them and if you have any suggestions I will put them in here or if you have chapter ideas I will put them in here and give you full credit, okay?
And yes, I know. Peter doesn't have a house, he has an apartment. But I decided to give him a little more room to be...Peter.
Charlotte kept staring at the screen and started hitting her head on the coffee table where she kneeled. Peter stared at her.
"Charlie, what are you doing?"
"What's it look like?"
He sighed and watched her hit her head until a little flash of light started appearing every time she did.
"Charlie- Charlie stop it."
Slam.
"Charlie. Stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!"
Slam!
''Charlie, I'm serious."
Slam!
"Charlotte!"
Slam!
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. Seeing the dent in the coffee table and the dent in her forehead.
The blood slowly stopped flowing and the small wound closed up. "I told him." She said quitely.
"Told who?"
"Sylar! I told him, I should have shifted now I'm wanted as a freaking serial killer!"
Peter looked at the dent in the table. Charlotte glanced at it. "I can get that fixed..."
"No its fine..."
"Remember when we were teenagers and I accidentally ran over that raccoon and I got out of the car and you kept asking me how in hell I fixed it if I had just run it over."
Peter nodded at what she said. "And it just got up and walked away?"
"Yeah... That's what I wanted to do with everyone Sylar's ever killed but I can't..."
"Why not?" Peter asked.
"I just... Imagine if he found out that I was half-way on his side, halfway on your's and somewhere in-between on his victim's sides. How do think he'd feel."
'"He'd probably make sure you wouldn't be..."
"I mean sure, he doesn't want to hurt me but he could, if he tried."
"And?"
"And remember that one tiger ranch we went to, it was my brother's. Remember?"
"Yes."
"Remember how that one guy who built the cages said the tigers could jump the fence, and get out if they wanted to? That they could if they tried."
'Yeah...?"
"Sylar's like one of those tigers. It's only a matter of time before he gets out at me."
Peter stared at her. "I... Just, I think it'd be best if you stayed here the night... "
"Why?" Charlotte asked.
"So Sylar can do whatever..."
"Peter, I need to be there."
"Why?"
"To feed Roscoe."
"Why can't Sylar?"
"Uhm... He's busy..."
"Sure he is. Just, please? I still have some of your old clothes here from when you used to sleep over. And plus, I figured why not have a movie night."
Charlotte sighed. "Let me call Gabe..."
She stood up and went into the kitchen. "C'mon Gabe..."
Back at Charlotte's house Sylar picked up the phone as he limped into the kitchen to feed Roscoe. "Hello?"
"It's Charlie. I wanted to tell you that I'm gonna be over at a friend's for the night and a good portion of tomorrow morning, will you be okay?" She asked quitely.
Sylar scoffed. "You mean at Peter's?"
''Sy. Just... Will you be okay?"
He growled. "Have fun with your stupid friend."
"Gabriel. Will you be okay?" She asked more forcefully.
He rubbed his forehead and got some food out for the large dog sitting at his feet. "I'll be fine..." He said.
"Okay Gabe. Call if you need anything."
"Alright Charlie...I will." He said softly.
She hung up and Sylar looked at Roscoe. "She called me Gabe. So what?" The large dog barked and gobbled up his food as it was poured out for him. Sylar gave him more water and limped back over to the couch. "You think she'll let me use the guest bedroom, bed?"
Roscoe yapped from the kitchen in response. "OKay. I'll use it. As long as the Haitian and Mr. Horn Rimmed glasses don't come back..."
Back at Peter's.
They sat on the couch with their shoes off and stuffing their faces with popcorn. They deciding on watching funny movies then a few horror movie. But as they watched horror movies and sat on the couch telling people not to check the closest or go outside, or even leave the room they were in they decided to turn it off and play twenty questions.
Yes. Two full grown adults playing twenty questions.
"Okay, you first.." Charlotte said to Peter.
"Uhm... Who was your first kiss?'
"Gabriel."
"Mine was you." He replied.
"First time...Doing it." Peter asked,
"You know who took it."
"Hm..."
You know who it was you idiot."
"Refresh my memory please." He said while grinning.
"You."
He beamed and looked at her. "Mine was that girl... Uhm..."
"Penny Morgan."
"Right,..."
"First car?"
"I dunno... Nathan and my mom bought it for men when I was sixteen..."
"Mine was the Dodge Charger outside that I had been fixing with my dad even after he... died."
Peter sighed. "First apartment and or living space."
"My room..." She said while laughing.
"On your own."
"Fine... Uhm... That apartment building on Clark street. Number four A."
"I remember 'cause mine was five A."
"And we were neighbours."
"And any guy you brought back. Which was like, one time, because I know you aren't very slutty."
"And any girl you brought back, which was a few times."
"We could both hear due to thin walls."
"First pet?" Charlotte asked.
"That dog I got named Chester."
"Roscoe has been with me for like, ever."
"Favourite color?" Peter asked.
"Black." Charlotte said without thinking.
"Green." Peter shot back.
Charlotte yawned. "Favourite sport?"
"I don't really have one... Football maybe..."
"Swimming."
"Favourite subject in school?"
"Gym." Charlotte answered while grinning.
"Lunch." Peter said.
Charlotte laughed.
"I give up on this game." She said while laughing.
"That was only like... Eight questions..." He said while chuckling.
"It gets boring after a while." She replied.
"Okay... Uhm... To the kitchen" he shouted.
Charlotte cheered. They opened the freezer and took out some ice cream. Mint chocolate chip and chocolate. They each got a spoon and started eating, Charlotte sat on the counter and swung her feet. "So..." She started as she shovelled ice cream into her mouth. "When was the last time you banged someone?" She asked bluntly.
Peter choked on his ice cream and spit it out. "The hell? Are you kidding?"
"Was I kidding when I went into wal-mart that one time and peddled around on a tricycle asking people if they wanted to talk to the president?"
"No you weren't. Which is what got us kicked out."
"So Pete. When was the last time you got laid?''
"Really?"
"I'll tell you the last time I got laid if you tell me."
"There was this chick, named Piper, like, a few months ago or whatever... I don't know."
"I haven't had sex since you took it from me."
He raised an eyebrow. "You haven't done... it since you were seventeen!?"
"Well duh. I saw no point in it."
He shook his head. "Not good."
"What?"
"I need to get you a guy."
"Whey hey hey, match maker three thousand slow down. I don't need a guy or anything. I'm fine."
"No, you're not. You haven't had sex in like... Six years or something! What about that guy in the apartment!?"
"A. That was my brother with some chick because he was living with me. And B. Why the hell, where you listening."
"It is not my fault for walking back to my apartment at night after getting a drink with Nathan and walking past your door! I practically ran back down the hall so I wouldn't have to try and sleep during that!"
"Well now you know how I feel!" She spat out.
"Well I'm sorry for having needs!" He shot back.
"And I'm sorry you had to sometimes get slutty for your needs!"
He was standing in front of her and looked at her. "You're the one who asked!"
"You're the one who answer!"
"You're the one who made me answer!"
"Oh please! You just could have said, 'No, I'm okay with not answering.'!"
"You would have pestered!" He shouted.
"Because you wouldn't have answered!" She shouted back.
"See!" He yelled.
Charlotte clenched her jaw. "See what-"
She was cut off by Peter's lips smashing against her's. It took her a second to realize what was happening and decided whether or not to push him back. She thought to push him back until his tongue was in her mouth and his hands were at her waist. She kissed him back and fought with his tongue. She broke away. ''What the hell!?" She asked.
He stared at her. "I'm helping you." He said attempting to keep kissing her instead she put a shield between their lips.
"With what?" She asked.
"I don't know." He said and moved away from her. "Something...Made me..."
She thought for a moment and froze time, walking over to the hallway mirror, seeing her irises where fading from a pink color. She sighed.
"How come I am the only one in my family to get the seduction power!?" She shouted. She walked back over to Peter, breathing deeply, making sure her eyes were normal. She un-froze time and stared at him.
"Sorry." She said. She grabbed her coat and shoes.
"Wait!" Peter said. He gently grabbed her arm. "What happened?"
"It's hard to explain..."
"Explain then!"
"I..."
"Charlie. Please?" He asked with puppy dog eyes.
She glared at him and sighed. "I have this power that causes me to seduce people unintentionally or intentionally, it results in bad things sometimes..."
"Which is why..."
"You attacked my mouth with your tongue."
"Yeah... I'm sorry..."
She nodded and started to put her coat on. ''Please stay!"
Charlotte sighed and set down her stuff. "Fine..." She walked back into the kitchen.
Only it is based off of the other person's sexual desires as well as mine... She said in her head, remembering that she was wise not to tell him.
