Chapter 7: Meet the Petrellis Part One
Isaac's POV
''Don't be nervous.'' Peter told me as he held my hand in the car while we were driving to his parents' house. He and I were both wearing suits, I normally hate wearing them since they're so formal and stuffy, but I knew I had to, not for the Petrellis, but for Peter. He knew that his hand holding wouldn't help much, but he just wanted me to be calm. Meeting the Petrelli family was hard enough, but if you were already anxious it made it even worse, they seemed like the type of people that could smell fear, I was amazed that Peter had turned out to be so amazing, considering the kind of family he was raised in, although I was starting to get along a little better with Nathan. I was still worried that in front of his parents, he would treat me the same way he had before, as someone who was ''unsuitable'' to be in a relationship with his brother. Like he could lecture me about relationships since he cheated on his soon to be ex-wife with a mentally ill stripper a.k.a Simone's sister in law Niki. I tried to get these thoughts out of my head as we finally reached our destination. I wanted to make as good of an impression as I possibly could to his family, even if they never approved of me. Peter could sense that because as we came out of his car, he held my hand even tighter.
''You're going to be great, whether they see it or not. My niece Claire will like you, that's for sure.'' he assured smiling.
''Thanks, it helps that we both know what it's like to have the Petrellis keep us as dirty little secrets.'' I replied.
He laughed a little at that. I was glad, I always love to hear him laugh it warms my heart instantly. As we headed to the luxurious Petrelli home, we decided not to let go of each other's hands the entire time, knowing full well that that alone would cause an uproar.
''Oh well, it might be fun to watch.'' I thought to myself smiling naughtily. Peter caught it and and was smiling his own in return. He rang the doorbell and there she was, his mother Angela.
''Hello Peter. This must be Isaac.'' she said as nonchalantly as she could.
''It is. Nice to meet you, .'' I said.
She surprisingly held out her hand first, and I took it. Her grip was quite hard, almost to the point where I felt like she wanted to crush it, but fortunately mine was much stronger. I knew we were in for a wild ride as we entered her place.