This story is written for gabi_fics and aliensouldream who gave me the idea for it with their great NY reports.
Title: Helicopter-Tour (3/?)
Fandom: The Faculty AU
Character: Zeke / Casey
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own The Faculty nor the characters - just borrowing them for some fun
other chapters here
They watched Stokely leaving the club around midnight. Stan, her boyfriend, was jobbing at the reception of a hospital nearby and he usually tried to take over the quieter late shift to do some learning for College on between. Stokely mostly went to pick him up, so it shouldn't have surprised Casey when she suddenly had told them that it was time for her to go.
"I've promised his grandpa to keep an eye on him," she added and winked at Zeke.
"Maybe you could walk him home later?"
Casey knew all too well what she was thinking about. It was not the first time that they had spent a Friday evening together in the club. It was also not the first time that he went home alone. It was only a short way to go, the area was filled with people even late in the night and it was as safe as it could be in a town like New York. Stokely knew all this as well as he did.
"Sometimes she acts worse than my mom," he said and smirked.
"She's a good friend."
"Sure she is. When I moved here I was thankful that she took me under her wings first. But I'm living here for almost a year now, I guess I don't need a babysitter anymore.”
"I don't mind to bring you home," Zeke answered.
“It's on my way anyway.”
Casey risked a quick side-glance at him and wondered if Stokelys words maybe had raised wrong hopes. For sure he didn't want to offend him, he had enjoyed the last hours together with him. Without any question Zeke was handsome. And he was a nice guy, had even flirted a bit, but in an unobtrusive way. Nevertheless Casey felt not ready to spend the night with him. Even if this was what Stokely probably had in her mind.
He knew, she thought that he did spent too much time alone, especially since she did move out to live together with Stan. But there was no reason to worry, wasn't it? He was going to art-school where he had some good friends, he was living in one of the most exciting towns he could imagine, there were still a lot secret places to discover with his camera.
So, did he miss anything? Well, to be honest, sometimes, when he did remember the good times he had had together with Billy. Before it turned out to be the biggest mistake of his life that he was fallen for this dickhead. Stokely had seen through him quickly but of course Casey hadn't been willing to listen.
Maybe he should now, maybe it was time to move on, if he didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a monk. Zeke didn't seem to be the worst choice to start with it.
But not tonight.
“So, here we are.”
Casey stopped in front of a large, red building and chuckled inwardly about Zeke's surprise. For sure it was not what people associated with a students apartment. A former fire-station, rebuild into an apartment-house, the ground floor housed a little diner, a comic-store and a second hand shop for just everything. He loved to live here, the atmosphere was familiar, a lot students and artists were living around, every apartment was unique. Not like the small, impersonal and boring as hell student dorms on the campus.
“Upper floor, no elevator but the view makes so up for that.”
“Is this an invitation?”
And Casey realized what he had just said. How would it look like when he backed down now? He shrugged casually.
“Well, you could come up for a drink if you want to. No beer though, sorry, just cola and water.”
Zeke eyed him smiling, then he slowly shook the head.
"No, I guess not.”
It was what he had wanted, right? So, why did he feel disappointed now? Maybe he did read it wrong, maybe Zeke was just nice but not interested in other guys? Not interested in him?
"We both know how this would end," said Zeke.
"And tomorrow there will be the rude awaking and we will be glad to finally go our own ways.
But I would like to meet you again.”
At these words Casey heart jumped more than expected. He couldn't hide his wide grin.
“Sure, why not,” he said.
“Any plans for tomorrow? I have the early shift in the Diner but will be off around lunch.”
Zeke pulled the face.
“Too bad, I had hoped you would flight along with me.”
“The heli-tour? So you will risk it?”
“It's tempting. But I guess I could need someone to hold my hand when the flight gets bumpy.”
He grinned when Casey shook his head.
“Don't worry, my grandpa wouldn't risk the good rep of the company with low-trained pilots or missed maintenance. Stokes is doing a good job, just one forced landing til now and that wasn't her fault. She did bring the heli down in one piece and no one even got a bump.”
Casey's look fall onto amused sparkling, hazelnut-brown eyes, he could tell that Zeke was just teasing him a bit and finally he made a decision.
“I guess I could call my co-worker, aks her if she would take over my shift. I did this often enough for her, so it's time to return the favor.
We could meet around nine o'clock at the airfield and have breakfast before. The little diner there has the best waffles you will find in New York.”