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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - Highspeed to love (6 / ???)

Hello everyone.

Nothing new from me. My mom is in the hospital again and we just can hope that it will be better soon. I fell still tired and exhausted. Not in the mood to read much - just hanging around and playing "Travian", a stupid browser game. And I managed to write a bit. So ... have fun ...

Title: Highspeed to love (6/ ???)
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, is 18 years old and loves ... cooking. Or what do you think ?  ;)

Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five /

"I grew up with my grammy!"

Zeke looked surprised.
"But ... your dad ... I thought ..."

Casey shook his head.
"No. I was living with him only for the last ten month.

My parents got divorced when I was four. Mom left him together with me. She wanted to start a new life in California. But first she needed to find a job and a house for us. So she left me behind with my grammy.

First she came back to visit me. Every time she promised that next time she would take me with her. When I was six I started to understand that this would never happen. Meanwhile she's married again. And she calls once in a while."

"Shit," was all Zeke could say.

But Casey smiled softly.
"No, I guess not. My grandma was the best what could happen to me. Y'know, I was always a bit of a loner. The other children liked to play 'hide and seek' in the near forest. I liked to stay at home. I always was a good student, but I'm hating sports. I didn't want to go to the boy scouts or to the science club.

I was happy when I was together with my grandma. Sitting in her kitchen. She told my stories and she taught me how to cook. The others laughed about me, but she has always encouraged me, to be what I am. 'Go and find your own way to be happy, Casey,' she said. 'Don't be afraid to fight for whatever you really want. It will be worth it!"

He kept quiet and sniffed twice. Zeke cursed inwardly when he noticed tears glistening in his eyes. Oh please, not this! He was not ready to deal with a bawling boy. He didn't even know him. Okay, he felt sorry for him and for his story. It was always the same. Shitty parents - and the children had to pay the price. But he had enough on his own plate. They had enjoyed a nice breakfast together. He had listened to him. But now it was time for him to go. It was almost nine.

"I thought this would never end," Casey finally continued, to Zeke's relief without bursting into tears.
"But then ... she died!

"She was not even sick before. One morning she just didn't awake any more. And my dad showed up ... two days after her funeral. I don't know how he found out. He never cared about us before.

I freaked out when he said he would sell the house and all her stuff. Told him to fuck off and to leave me alone again like he did for my whole life."

Zeke chuckled slightly.
"Well done!"

Casey shrugged and smirked back.
"He got angry. Talked about discipline and that my grandma has spoiled me too much. And that it would be about time to show me the ropes.

I yelled back, that I don't need him and that I know exactly what to do with my life. First graduation and then looking for a job. As a cook, you know. This is all what I want. I'm not as good as my grandma, but I'm gonna learn. She always said, that every good cook has secrets which he shares with no one. But she's written down all her recipes for me."

And Zeke remembered.
"The notebooks in your backpack?"

Casey smiled.
"Yeah. My dad never found out about them. He forced me to leave everything behind, he sent me to St. Andrews. 'To stop this nonsense,' he's said. As if he could. I was just waiting for graduation. Then I would have left Willoughby anyway.

Well, things got out of control and I needed to leave overnight. But I can't go back to Herrington. At least not in the moment."


Casey chuckled.
"Never heard about it? Small town in the south of Ohio. I was living there with my grammy. I would like to go back, but he would find me and send me to Memphis. So I'm hiding here until my birthday. When I'm legal, I'm free to go wherever I want."

Zeke looked at him thoughtfully. Yes, his grandmother had done a good job. As small and weak as he seemed to be at first sight, he was a stubborn little guy. A secret fighter. Zeke hoped he would find a way to get what he wanted. Though life sometimes was strange - it liked to throw wrenches into your path when you expected it least.

A roaring motor suddenly jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Hello," someone called moments later.
"Is there anyone around?"

Zeke had a look at his watch. Almost nine-thirty. Much too late. Someone needed his help as a mechanic and he was not in the garage. Not good. He knew, he couldn't afford to annoy a customer. He opened the window.
"Just a moment, please. I will be downstairs in a sec!"

Then he turned back to Casey and shrugged.
"Yeah ... I guess, work is calling!"

The boy nodded and reached instantly for his jacket and his backpack.
"This is my fault. Sorry for holding up you that long!"

"Naw, it's okay," Zeke murmured and reached for the keys of the garage.
"Your omelette was worth it!"

Casey chuckled.

Together they hurried downstairs. Zeke threw an apologetic look at the man in the blue van.

"Sorry, I'm a bit late today. But what can I do for you now?"

"I guess something is wrong with the brakes. The car always pulls to the right when I try to stop it."

Zeke nodded.
"Yeah, this sounds like a serious problem. One sec, I will just unlock the garage. Then I can have a look at it!"

He opened the big gates and waved to the man to let him drive the van into the repairshop. Once again he turned to Casey. He didn't know what to say. The boy suddenly looked even smaller with the big backpack over his shoulder. Zeke felt his mouth turning dry. This was weird. He was just a boy he hadn't even known only a few hours ago. Nothing connected them. There was no reason to feel guilty. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah," he murmured.

"Yeah," repeated Casey and smiled.
"Thank you for everything. It was really nice... after all I've done!"

"It's okay!"

The smiled turned into a mischievious grin.
"Tell you what. When I'm gonna open my own restaurant you will be my first guest and I'm gonna make you the best dinner of your life!"

The dump gut feeling deepened even more.
"Just be careful, okay," Zeke answered.
"Don't risk too much!"

"Don't worry, I'm as tough as nails!"
Casey looked back into the garage where the driver was already standing beside his van.
"And now don't let him wait any longer!"
He shouldered his backpack a bit higher, waved and turned away.

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