spongetastic: (Grin)
Peter didn’t mind so much that he only got a few things for his birthday that year. He spoke with Santa personally and knew that something really good was coming to him on Christmas morning. He was even extra good to make sure of it. So he thanked everyone for his presents like a good boy and went to bed early.

Christmas morning came at last )
spongetastic: (Smile)
Living all his life in the city, Peter was used to falling asleep with the blare of horns and the wail of sirens. To be in a place without those things was hard for him to imagine-- almost impossible. But then his father took him out camping for the first time. Peter never thought there could be so much silence in the world. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. All the sounds he missed were now clear. Leaves rustling in the wind, grass crunching beneath his feet… It was all beautiful.

That night he curled up into his sleeping bag and closed his eyes )
spongetastic: (Fail)
Peter grimaced, tugging on his tie restlessly. He didn’t mind wearing suits but on this occasion he was feeling stifled. Probably because he was forced into it by his father. He was forced into the entire day by his father. Peter couldn’t even excuse it as father-son bonding.

Pay close attention, Peter )
spongetastic: (Default)
The age of thirteen was set as the milestone in every child's life. Once they passed that marker they were no longer children but teenagers. It meant they were that much closer to becoming an adult. And Peter Petrelli just turned thirteen years old.

His father took the boy aside )


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Peter Petrelli

October 2013



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