But whatsoever, I'm in a writing mood during the last week, so here is the next part "Highspeed to love". Hope you will like.
Title: Highspeed to love (15/ ???)
Fandom: Zeke & Casey
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 / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / tbc
When he entered the garage, Zeke was working on a mid-size, deep-blue car - Casey had no idea which model it was, but it looked much more expensive than the cars, Zeke's customers usually brought along. A short look at the man in his mid-fifties who was waiting a little aside confirmed his impression.
Probably a businessman who had a breakdown on his way through Youngstown and Zeke's garage was the next he could find. Casey briefly nodded to him on his way upwards and hoped that it was nothing too complex. He knew Zeke would rather miss his lunchbreak than to put off a customer. Of course, every order was welcome because it filled the coffer, but not today. He needed to talk with Zeke and he wanted to get over with it as soon as possible.
He wasn't sure how Zeke would react to the news that Ben met with his old friends again. Friends?! Casey huffed annoyed. Being together with these guys would bring him into a lot of trouble, that was for sure. A part of him felt guilty for it. If it hadn't been for him, Ben would still work in Zeke's garage. He would earn his own money. He would go to school. Casey bit his lower lip. No, he wouldn't allow it that Ben fucked up his whole life. No matter what he had done and said. Zeke needed to give him a second chance. Everyone deserved one.
Casey was already half up the stairs when it hit him out of the blue. He coughed surprised. This man down in the garage ... he seemed to be somehow familiar to him. He had seen him on television and in magazines before ... or at least he looked similar. But this couldn't be, right? This was Youngstown, Ohio, not New York or Paris.
"Holy shit," Casey murmured and put down the shopping bag. Then he turned round and hurried back into the garage. He needed to find out.
While he stood beside the car and waited for Zeke to look up from his work, he risked another look at the customer. He was still not sure about it. Should he just go over and ask him? Or would this be too pushy?
He turned round and almost bumped into Zeke.
"Hey, hey, careful," Zeke grinned.
"So, what's up?"
"No ... nothing," stammered Casey, suddenly not knowing what to say.
"I just wanted to ask you ... lunch at one, as usual?"
Zeke frowned. Lunch? At one? As usual? He always tried to have at least a short lunchbreak, but there was no time schedule. Work came first, especially now where he had to do everything alone again. There were days where he hardly knew what to do first. Today, however, was a really quiet day. And this unexpected job ...
"I'm almost ready," he said.
"This is nothing what I can fix today. First I need to order a new head gasket and a ... oh, forget it. Just gimme a few minutes, okay? I need to talk with Mr. Peppin first!"
He wiped the hands clean with a paper towel and went over to the man as if this would be the most normal thing of the world. Casey took a deep breath. Peppin?! Pépin. The e was the accent-bearing letter, because it was a french name. Jacques Pépin. Born in Lyons, but living in New York now. The man who had always encouraged him to dream. His idol. And now he was here ... in Ohio ... not on a TV screen but in Zeke's garage.
Suddenly he felt the man's eyes resting on him while he listened to Zeke. Casey knew he was staring at him with open mouth. He blushed, turned round and rushed out of the garage. Holy shit. He was on the best way to make a complete idiot out of himself.
Zeke followed him only a few minutes later. With a curious grin he looked at him.
"So, you wanna tell me what all this fuss was about?"
Casey put down his mug with coffee.
"Do you know who he is?"
"Mr. Peppin? A teacher, I guess. He's told me that he must be in Akron the day after tomorrow because he's a leader of a seminar. He was only passing through when his car's broken down. I've promised him to fix it till tomorrow afternoon. And I really hope it will work out."
"His name is Pépin, Jacques Pépin," Casey interrupted him.
Zeke blinked confused.
"Do you know him?"
"Yes ... urg ... no, not really. Did you never see 'Julia and Jacques at home' on TV?"
"Ähm ... No! What is this? Homemade porn?"
Casey rolled with the eyes.
"It's a popular cooking show. Everyone is talking about them!"
"Oh, I get it. So he's a cook?"
Casey nodded excited.
"Not a cook. The cook, you know. One of the best known TV cooks in America and Europe. His show with Julia Child is his newest project. My grandma and me always watched his first one 'The complete Pépin'. She liked him too. He is ... like a magician with pots and pans. And sometimes she used to say: Casey, one day you can be as famous as he is!
Holy shit. And he is here, Zeke, in your garage. I can hardly believe it!
Suddenly he jumped up and rushed out of the room, sprinted downstairs, taking two steps in one. He was back a few minutes later, gasping for air, a book in his hand. Zeke saved his mug with coffee from the table when Casey dropped it down with a bump.
"See! Jacques Pépin. It's him!"
For Zeke the man on the book cover looked more like a gardener with his checked shirt and the green apron, not like the businessman from his garage ... or a star cook. But he had to admit that was right Casey. On the second look the resemblance was striking.
Casey opened the book, beaming with excitement.
"Here, listen to this. He writes in his introduction that it is a shame that most people don't take the time for cooking any more. Fastfood rules. He wants to change this. Show the people how easy it can be.
Simple and healthy cooking, like the title of his book. He's a genius, Zeke. Takes well known recipes of the French Cuisine and modifies them a bit. Quite simple to follow for everyone."
He thumbed through the book, stopped here and there for scanning a recipe.
"Hmmm ... I wonder ... you do like chicken, don't you? Maybe I should try this Coq au Vin next sunday. It sounds delicious. He replaces the ..."
Zeke giggled slightly and Casey looked up remorseful.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm babbling. You don't know what I'm talking about, right?"
"Nope," Zeke admitted and smiled.
"But just go on. It's kinda cute when you get so excited."