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Casey & Zeke - Highspeed to love (3 / ???)

Hello everyone! I want to wish you a wonderful wednesday - three days to work and then one week off - I really need it. My life is a total mess in the moment with my having a lot doc appointments and my mom is still in a bad way with a lot of pain and no one knows where this is going to. Sigh ...

But whatever, I'm glad to have LJ and you around, though I might keep quiet from time to time. But it helps a lot to think about something else.

So, I did a bit writing. Here we go:

Title: Highspeed to love (3 / ???)
Fandom:  Zeke; Casey; OMC (no pairings)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Author's notes: AU without Marybeth and Herrington High - Zeke is 23 years old in this story, living in Youngstown, Ohio - Casey, yeah, is he really a burglar ???

Previous parts: one / two /

"I hope you will believe me now," Ben snarled.
"This little shit sneaks into your garage all nights. I've hidden outside and saw him cracking the window at the backside."

The boy huffed derisively.
"Tzz! The shit I did. You should secure your garage better. The bolt doesn't lock right. Any baby can get it open!"

"You better shut up," hissed Ben and increased the pressure of his grip.
"What did you hide there, huh? What's in your backpack?"

The boy squirmed around and tried to free himself.
"This is mine,"he yelled furiously.
"Keep your hands off!"

Zeke looked at both of them. Ben was obviously angry and ready to explode every moment. And he could understand his feelings. After all it was his fault. He hadn't trusted him enough. He had accused him of burglary and worse. Ben had felt cornered and betrayed. Now he let out all his anger and disappointment on the real culprit.

The real culprit - a mysterious boy. It didn't look like he was a member of a gang, doing a stupid dare or a druggie who needed money for the next few pills. But he had broke in here, more than once - he didn't even try to deny it at all - though on the other hand he didn't act exactly like a conscience-stricken burglar who was just caught red-handed. Zeke had to admit that he was more curious than angry at him.

"Hey, calm down. Both of you, okay? I will just have a look!"

He reached for the backpack. The boy observed him with narrowed eyes, but kept quiet when he unzipped the bag and searched through jeans, shirts, underwear ... and finally pulled out a cardboard box. It was unexpectedly heavy. But what he found inside surprised him even more.

Notebooks. Old notebooks, carefully bound together. 'The Secrets of Baking', he could read on one cover, and 'The Art of Making Preserves' and 'How to make a perfect Christmas Dinner'. He thumbed through one of the books. It was filled page after page with cooking recipes written down in a little, neat handwriting. Definitely no stolen goods. But these books meant a lot for the boy, this was obvious. Carefully Zeke put them back into the box. Then he closed the backpack and looked up.

"Let go off him, Ben!"

Ben narrowed his eyes.
"I'm gonna give this fucker the best spanking of his life. He is sneaking into your garage, isn't he? And you've actually thought it is me!"

"Fuck you!"

Zeke rolled his eyes. This boy still needed to learn when it was better to keep his mouth shut. He turned to Ben. It was not often that he said "sorry", but this time it was necessary.

"Yeah! I've acted like a prick," he admitted.
"And I'm sorry for that. But I'm glad that I've been wrong. Maybe you can believe me at least this!"

Ben kept quiet for a moment, thinking about it. Finally he shrugged.
"Probably I would have thought the same."

Zeke smiled slightly.
"So, let him live, okay?"


Finally Ben had left them alone, reluctantly, but Zeke had insisted that even today, after two nights without much sleep, he would go to school. He needed to calm the situation. These two boys together in one room was like sitting on a powder keg which was ready to explode every moment.

"Much too tired," Ben had complained.
"Can't think clearly today!"

Zeke had smirked.
"If you think so. Then you surely can't come back this afternoon, huh? It's a shame. Not very busy today. Thought I could give you a first driving lesson. It's about time that you learn something important for life."

Ben's annoyed look had instantly turned into a wide grin.

He had thrown a last vicious look at the boy, then he was gone. Zeke turned back to the boy who just was reaching for his backpack.

"What are you doing?"

"I think it's about time for me to leave too," he murmured as if this would be the most normal thing in the world.

Zeke shook his head, chuckling slightly.
"No, I guess you won't," he said.
"Sit! It's time for a talk."

go to part 4
Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction
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