Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes. Nuff said.
Notes: It'll be a series of connected one shots in no particular order. It's just the ordinary yet extraordinary story of how Peter and Isaac fell in love and their past and present relationship. This one is from Isaac's POV and takes place almost a year after Simone's death. Also Isaac is from Chile in this fanfic, I thought it'd be interesting since his actor is Chilean, and it's nice to have different types of Latinos represented!
My New Addiction
Have you ever read A Million Little Pieces? I've read it and I'm rereading it now because it's one of the few things that keeps me sane in this damn place they call rehab. I also know that it's not really a memoir but it doesn't matter to me now, it's not like I even watch Oprah. It's still a good book and he best way for someone to understand the mind of an addict, better than pompous college professors who try with their books and degrees. Anyway, even though I can relate to the guy's struggles quite a bit there's one thing he wouldn't get. What's it like to have an addiction that's not a drug at all, but a person and a wonderful one at that. He's in my thoughts, my dreams and I talk to him almost everyday and feel myself smile and blush every time I hear his voice.
He's beautiful, kind, compassionate and I don't deserve him. That's right it's a him and his name is Peter Petrelli. It's a good thing my father's in Chile and isn't reading this right now considering his stereotypical macho values but then again I love pissing my father off considering he's never approved of how I've lived my life making a career as an artist so maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he did read this. However, I don't think he'll have to worry much considering Peter would never be in love with me, not so much because I'm a man although I highly doubt Peter even likes guys anyway, but because I'm a selfish and vain loser who tried to steal his deceased girlfriend who I also dated, but now realize that I have fallen out of love with her. Even if she were alive, our relationship would have inevitably fallen apart. Despite all those flaws and the fact that I generally avoid people, he doesn't hate me which amazes me. He actually helped get me into rehab and put my life back together. I don't deserve someone like that. The song Loser by Beck is playing on my Ipod and the words almost exactly describe how I feel only for me it's more like: Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you hate me? Maybe someday I'll know why.