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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - Easter Bunnies

Belated re-post of my Easter Sory, written for fffc = prompt: easter bunny

Title: Easter Bunnies
Fandom: The Faculty
Character: Zeke & Casey
Rating: PG
Word Count: 824 words
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own The Faculty nor the character :( - I'm just borrowing them for some fun



"Ähm, what's that?"

Suspicious Zeke glanced at the large basket in Casey's hands. The boy stepped from one foot to the other, looking nervous.

"I need your help, Zeke," he almost whispered.

Hm, that was strange. They were lab partner at school and they had already worked together on some projects; he liked Casey because he was different than the others. But they actually hadn't much in common.

"What's wrong? C'mon, spit it."

Casey shrugged and carefully put the basket on the floor before uncovering it. Zeke blinked once, twice, expecting to wake up from this confusing dream in the next moment. It couldn't be that Casey was standing in the middle of this modern kitchen area with two bunnies in a basket. Black and white the first one, golden brown the other, both of them had round, black beady eyes, long ears and a nose with was twitching up and down quickly.

Casey knelt down beside the basket to caress one of the bunnies, while he started to twitch with his nose, too.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," he murmured reassuringly.

Finally, Zeke started to fight his confusion.
"Ähm, Casey, what are you doing?"

"I'm communicating," the boy explained as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
"I did look it up in the net. Bunnies twitch their nose to talk, the quicker they move the more scared they are. It's no wonder, with the fate that did expect them. When you imitate them they realize that they can trust you and they will calm down."

Zeke stared at the Casey and the bunnies and as weird as it was, it seemed as if he was right. Finally, the boy looked up and smiled shy.

"Can they stay here?"

What?
"No, of course not. Does it looks like a zoo around here?"

"Zeke, please. When you don't help me ... they will end as an easter dinner."

His voice was shaking, and Zeke cursed inwardly when he noticed tears glittering in his eyes. He felt cornered like rarely before, usually, he was the one who controlled everyone and everything around him. But this sentimental geek could turn his world around as if it was nothing at all.

"Where did you get them from, by the way," he growled and tried to stay angry.

"Mr. Bishop, our neighbor."
Casey shrugged.
"He is an asshole, no one wants to deal with him. Especially not when he comes home from the pub in the evening, mostly drunk.

Yesterday he asked my mom if she can need some rabbits for the Easter dinner. I guess, he's out of money again, as usual."

"And she agreed," Zeke asked.

"No, of course not!"
Casey pulled the face.
"So I wanted to buy them from my pocket money, but she didn't allow it. She says that she doesn't want us to make any deal with Mr. Bishop. Probably she is right. But ... not everyone thinks like her."

Zeke glanced back to the bunnies who finally had worked up all their courage to leave the basket. Curious they were hobbling around in his kitchen; he couldn't help it but smiled when the brown one got nearer and started to inspect his shoelace.

"And you did buy them anyway."

"No!"
Casey shook his head and suddenly looked slightly uneasy.
"I ... I saw him leaving the house yesterday evening; of course, he wanted to go to the pub, as ever, and I knew when he would run out of money he would offer the bunnies for another beer.

It was not right, I know, but I needed to do something. So I sneaked into his backyard and picked them up.

It was close; it had forgotten about his stupid dog, he almost caught me."

Zeke couldn't hold back any longer, he burst out laughing.
"You swiped the bunnies?"

Casey blushed but put on a defiant face.
"There was no other way to save them."

"Oh shit."

"Zeke, that's not funny. Please, help me. I don't know where to hide them. My mom ... when she finds out she will tell me to give them back. But you ..."

"I get it!"
Zeke grinned.
"I'm the bad boy of Herrington High who gives a shit about rules."

"I don't mean it that way. I trust you."

"You do?"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. You are not as shallow as the others think you are."

No, he wasn't, but he learned to hide his feelings, people had hurt him much too often. Why Casey was able to look through his shell was a fucking riddle. But to be honest: he didn't scare him the slightest because it felt right.

"Fine," he finally said.
"Don't make any plans for tomorrow, because it will be a busy day."

When Casey looked am him questioning, he smiled.
"We need to build a stable for the bunnies and a secure playpen in the backyard. They can't stay in my kitchen forever."

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