Title: Highspeed to love (7/ ???)
Fandom: Zeke; Casey; OMC (no pairings)
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 / six
Zeke went back into his garage and turned to his customer.
"So, let me have a look now," he said and tried to push every thought about Casey aside. He needed to concentrate on his work. But then his eyes met the door to his small office. The office with the couch Casey had slept onto for a few nights. Damned. Maybe it would have been better to not let him go. What if he got into trouble? Who would be there to help him?
Suddenly everything was quite simple. He knew he looked like he'd gone raving mad when he rushed out of the garage again but he didn't care. Casey had already left the yard.
"Hey, wait a moment," he called.
"You can stay for a few days," Zeke blurted out before he could change his mind about it again.
Casey blinked confused.
"Ähm ... what?"
"Well, it's only the old couch in the office, but it's better than a park bench, right? So, if you wanna stay ... at least until you find another place ..."
Casey kept quiet. For a moment Zeke was afraid that he would say: No, thank you. But finally he nodded hesitating.
"Yeah, I guess I could do this. But you know I'm out off money. I can't pay you a penny for it!"
Zeke grinned wide. He felt relieved - just great. Only once in his life he had felt like this: the day when he had gotten the keys for his garage.
"Breakfast," he said.
"If you promise to make me breakfast every day, you can stay as long as you want."
"That's a deal!"
Casey chuckled and together they went back into the repair-shop. The customer was still standing beside his van. He looked rather curious than angry when Casey crossed the garage and finally vanished into the small office. Zeke needed a moment to think about what to say.
"Sorry. My younger cousin," he finally tried to explain.
"A stupid fight with his mom. I guess he needs a place where he can crash for a few days."
The man smiled amused.
"Difficult age, huh?"
Zeke grinned back.
"You can say that!"
He had just driven the van onto the car hoist when Casey returned.
"Zeke? Would you mind if I take a shower? I feel stinky like a dead skunk!"
The customer chuckled to himself and Zeke rolled his eyes. He wondered what he'd gotten himself into. This boy didn't took possession only from the couch in his office but also from his kitchen and now his bathroom. Great, the next few days would gonna be fun.
"Go ahead," he finally said.
"I guess you're gonna find your way alone? And be nice, don't use up the hot water entirely."
The rest of the morning was going smoothly. The defect in the brake system of the van was quickly found and repaired. The customer had left the garage around twelve o'clock more than pleased.
"Good job," he had laughed while he paid the bill.
"My brother-in-law has asked me just a few days ago if I know a reasonably priced repair shop. I think I'm gonna sent him over to you!"
Zeke had put away the money, grinning inwardly. After all a satisfied customer. And - hopefully - a new one. So the special price he had made for him had finally paid off.
Afterward he had gone back into his office for a coffee. He stopped short when he noticed Casey, lying fast asleep onto the old couch. An open book rested on his chest as if he was dozed off mid-sentence. Zeke looked at the cover and frowned. The Stand by Stephen King? One of his own favorite books. Obviously the boy had already discovered his book shelf too. Chuckling he shook his head and went back to work.
It was not much to do - only an inspection and a defect oil pan. He had already started to clear up the workshop when Ben came hurrying around the corner on his old bike. He looked moody.
"Miller, this prick," he grumbled.
"How was school," Zeke asked and put the last tools aside.
"I've to write an essay. About the First Thanksgiving Proclamation. At least ten pages. Til tomorrow. What shit!"
"Sounds interesting. What have you done?"
"Nothing! Miller is a prick and he can't stand me. Can you tell me why I have to learn all this history shit when I want to be a mechanic later?"
Zeke's grin deepened.
"Tell you what. Ready for your first drive? Then calm down. Later you can use the PC for a few researches."
Ben's face brightened.
"Cool. Can we take the GTO?"
Zeke smacked him lightly on his head.
"Go ahead and get the keys for the Audi. Before I change my mind!"
Ben turned around and run over to the office. Zeke wondered where to go with him. Maybe down to the little lake near Youngstown. The favorite place for a lot of people at summer, but at this time of the year they would have the streets almost for themselves.
"Fuck! What the hell ..."
Zeke stiffened. Oh shit!
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