Title: Pictures (26/ ??? )
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
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Casey's Grandma stood in front of the cooker when they entered the kitchen. She turned around and smiled.
"Oh, there you are! You could set the table, dinner is ready soon!"
Casey swallowed. Everything was as usual. She didn't seem to suspect anything. For a short moment he thought about keeping his mouth shut. It wouldn't be a lie, would it? But then he felt Zeke's warmth, nearness and protection. This was what he wanted. No more hiding. He didn't want to wait for the moment she would finally find out - maybe now - or now - or now ...
"Grandma! We've to talk to you!"
He had said it without thinking even longer. She looked at him quietly and nodded.
"Yeah, maybe! Y'know, you can always talk to me, if you really want it. But one thing, Casey! No more lies! Better to keep quiet than to lie at my. We could always trust each other. Don't start now betraying me!"
Zeke got the point of it immediately.
"Sorry," he murmured.
She looked across to him.
"For lying at you. Earlier on, in the shower. But ... "
She smiled slightly.
"It's all right. I think, I would have done the same in your position. And maybe I should also apologize to you both!"
Casey gasped for air.
"You ... to us? Why?"
"I know, I put you under pressure a bit. It wasn't right to do this. It's just your business."
"You ... you know about it?"
"About you and Zeke in the bathroom? Yes, I know!"
"Oh God," Casey groaned.
"But ... how can you stay so calm? I mean, you've to be disappointed, furious ... whatever!"
His Grandma threw a pensive look at both. Casey felt unsure, he tried to avoid her eyes. Zeke stood near behind Casey. His eyes looked at her directly, full of defiance and determination. She couldn't resist a smile.
"Well, this wouldn't change anything, wouldn't it? If I'm gonna kick Zeke out of the house, would you let him go?"
Casey hesitated only one short moment, then he leaned back even closer to Zeke.
"No! If you want Zeke to leave, I'll go with him. Sorry!"
"Don't be sorry! I thought as much! You've already made your decision, right? To be honest, it doesn't surprise me so much as you may suppose!"
"You did already knew it before? He has told you?"
His Grandma gave him a questioning look.
"What are you talking about?"
"Dad," he whispered.
His grandmother hesitated for a moment.
"You've told him about this?"
Casey shook the head.
"Not exactly! It was more by mischance. The day when we've argued about the art school. I've told you about it. He has ripped my photoalbums out of the shelve and then ... there were these pictures. They've fallen out ... Photos of ... well, even such photos!"
His Grandma sighed.
"Yes, this explains a lot. It was the day when he has hit you and kicked you out off the house, right? Your father sometimes can be so closed-minded and totally blind to the obvious. It wouldn't have caught him off guard if he just had looked at you before. I've guessed it long before that you might be more interested in guys than in girls."
"Is it that evident,"asked Casey stunned.
"No, don't worry! But I know you, Casey, for seventeen years now. You've always trusted me. You told me everything what was going on in your mind. But you've never spoken about a girl. Unusual for a boy at your age, unless ... you're simply not interested in them!"
Casey felt how he became red.
"However, I've never spoken about a guy, too, right?"
His Grandma smiled.
"Well, let's put it this way! There was not much I didn't knew about Zeke, before I got to know him.
I remember the day when Zeke came to Herrington High ... how long ago? Two years? You've called me after school to tell me about this new guy ... Since then he was always part of our conversations. No, you've never talked exactly about him. You just told me about school, about the last test, about a new school project, even about football. And you always found a reason to mention him.
I didn't knew how far it was going, but it was hard to ignore that he was someone special for you!"
Casey gasped for air and he could hear Zeke giggling slightly.
"Don't kid yourself," he hissed.
The grin deepened, then Zeke put his arms around Casey's chest and pulled him back, nearer to himself.
"I'm gonna tell you a secret," he murmured softly, so near to Casey's the ear that his breath was tickling him.
"My first day at this hellhole ... in the washing room ... I just wanted to check out the locality, and there you were. Your nose was bleeding. I didn't care. Y'know, there is a loser in every school, a geek, everyone likes to push around, everyone laughs at. But then you looked up, exactly at me ... and everything was completely different. For the next two years I tried to ignore you ... stupid try! Cos since this moment I wanted you ... all the time ..."
Then he remembered. Damned. He was not alone with Casey. His Grandma ... Zeke let him go and stepped back.
"Sorry," he said.
Smiling Casey's Grandma shook the head.
"Believe me, Zeke, years ago I also was young and in love. It's okay, I can handle it."
Then she got serious again.
"I must admit, at the beginning I was a bit worried. Not about you, being together. If this is what you want, you want it. Feelings can be such a twisted thing. But unfortunately there are much more people thinking like your father does. It won't be easy ... But, well, you will cope with it! You're strong enough. I'm so proud of you, of both of you!"
"Proud of us for being gay?"
His Grandma chuckled.
"That's not the point, Case! I'm proud of you for staying here. For talking to me. For not lying. For standing together. You can make it, I'm sure! Just be careful, okay?"
She cleared her throat.
"Hrm. But before this is going out of control ... Time for dinner! What do you think about fried chicken and fries and for dessert blueberry muffins?"
Casey grinned. His favorite food since he was a little boy.
"Grandma, I love you,"he whispered and all of them knew that he was not talking just about the dinner.
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