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Once again I want to thank everyone who reviewed on Chapter 2, Phoebegirl319, as previously mentioned, Lumack, especially TheDirtySouth and Hio, who have been supporting me since this started. I would also like to thank everyone else that reviews after this, I'll shout out next chapter..Promise! It means a lot because well everyone wants their work to be appreciated..And me I'm just greedy. Haha..jk. I don't know if it's good enough, feel free to point out the way you want this story to go and the stuff you want to know. I will try to fit in as much as I can. I hate school, it kills me…why couldn't I be born graduated from college?? Sorry if my never-ending commentary annoys you, review and I'll stop, the talking, not the story, no offense taken . Does anyone here get the feeling that I'm just winging this??
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Now…..On to Petrelli goodness, of the Nathan variety (sorry guys, this is the only way I can picture the story going) don't kill me!!
Peter….Price??
Chapter 4: Food..for thought??
Previously on Nathan:
"I'm in Texas?"
Nathan Petrelli couldn't believe that he had…flown all the way from Las Vegas to Texas, which was over a thousand miles away, or something. These thoughts were temporarily shoved to the back of his mind, as his stomach started growling, which he took as a sign to get the heck in there and stuff his face.
He opened the second door and immediately he was assaulted with the heavenly smell of bacon, pancakes, maple syrup, whip cream, cinnamon, butterscotch, and many other scents he couldn't identify. Then he noticed the various eyes on him, he reddened a little and ran his fingers through his hair, an unconscious gesture when he was nervous or out of his comfort zone, but otherwise he remained stoic and walked up to the counter, and started talking to the friendly-looking server/waitress.
"Hey, how are you doin' mam?"
The tall lady smiled at him, acting as there was nothing wrong with walking around half naked, and said, "I am fine and you?"
Chuckling nervously and deciding he liked the lady, Nathan said, "I can honestly say I've had better days."
"Everything seems better with a full stomach, what would you like?"
Looking around, Nathan finally decided what he wanted, "Um, I'd like some Nutella Crepes with a side of bacon, and a tall Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte, thanks," he looked around, a stack of T-shirts catching his attention, pointing towards which he continued, "Could you throw one of them in too?"
"Sure thing, Hon," she said handing him a T-shirt, "I'll get your food, why don't you sit down, you look dead on your feet." Smiling at the lady, Nathan quickly put on the UT (University of Texas) shirt, said thank you, and took a seat.
Ten minutes later the lady, whose name he later learned was Natasha, walked up to his table, carrying a tray that smelled heavenly. She placed it on the table, and Nathan knew the only way he got out his thanks, before he was inhaling the food, was because of the manners his mom had instilled in him since he was a little kid. Natasha just laughed and said, "You eat, we'll talk afterwards." Nathan was so busy eating he only nodded.
Once his tray was completely cleaned out, Nathan remembered his predicament, and then he saw Natasha walking towards him carrying a folder-type thing that usually carried bills. She handed it to him, along with a check, because she was pretty sure he wasn't carrying a checkbook or wallet with him. She was proven right when which he took it with a thanks.
As he signed the check, Nathan asked, "Where is this?"
Natasha thought it was a strange question, but she answered him anyway, "Texas. Kermit, Texas."
Nathan couldn't believe he was back here again, he remembered the night almost 10 years, but mostly he could remember her, how beautiful she was, how exciting, how new. Even back then he had known that he wasn't in love with her, he loved his wife Heidi, and his children, his son Simon-now 13 years old, and his daughter Claire- now 11 years old. She was just fresh, new, and maybe just maybe after 5 years of marriage and having 2 kids he had felt overwhelmed. He still felt guilty about what had happened, he had cheated on his wife (he had been drunk, not that she had cared much for that excuse when he had told her), and he had used a person as a stress reliever, and disappeared the next morning before they could talk.
He vowed to find her and make it up to her (just to be a decent human being), after all how hard could it be he had been there before, he knew exactly where it was, now for directions. Looking around he caught Natasha's eye and beckoned her over. She walked over and looked at him, "Hey what's wrong?" Shaking his head, Nathan asked, "Do you know how to get Lakeview Apartments in Ganado, Texas?"
…TBC…
(Do you still want me too?
So do you like the direction this story's taking? Plz review, and if you see mistakes, point them out, also feel free to tell me things you wanna see, and I promise I will try my best to include them.
Be honest, I would still appreciate your input and advice on how to make my writing better. Mohinder and Peter back-story, I really will try, and possibly more of Nathan's quest to make it up to Meredith (gee, wont that be easy), in the next chapter, if you want one. I think I'm gonna alternate between present moments and flashes of the past, whaddya think?
Once again thank you everyone on your reviews and keep reviewing. Reviews feed my muse…seriously..I am not even kidding. They inspired me to write 4 chapters in 3 days..Pwetty Pwease!!
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