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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - Highspeed to love (17/ ???)

Hello everyone. It's a holiday today here in germany - sunny, warm ( a bit too warm for me and kitty cat named Tiger ) and stressful. Stressful because I started to play this stupid Browsergame "Travian" six month ago - does anyone knows it? Better not, it's addictive and there are days you need to play hours and hours just because you want to safe all your towns. Stupid, I know, as if I couldn't do something better during my day off. But yeah ... I did ... some writing ... for all of you. And I hope you will have fun with this chapter.


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Title: Highspeed to love (17/ ???)
Fandom:  Zeke & Casey
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 / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / tbc

It was the next day, still early afternoon, but it already started to get dark. Probably a storm was coming up. Zeke was working in his garage. Casey had settled down onto the old couch in his room with a book - he liked to think of Zeke's office as his room. Even if it was just small and a bit too crammed with the couch, the old desk and the two shelves, it was the first time since he had to leave Herrington, that he felt welcome somewhere. He was totally lost in 'Pet sematary'. What a novel! Why Zeke as a great Steven King Fan didn't like this one was beyond him. They really needed to discuss this tonight ...

"What a mess!"

Casey startled when suddenly the door to the office was thrown open and Zeke rushed in, cursing slightly.

"Fuck! You've just scared the shit out of me," Casey complained laughing.
"What's wrong?"

"The Audi!"
Zeke dropped down onto his desk chair and reached for a cigarette, not caring about his still dirty hands.
"It needed much more time than expected to repair this fucking aircondition. Now I'm trailing behind big time!"

Casey smirked.
"Really, I would like to help you. But you know, I've no clue about cars!"

Zeke relaxed a bit and smiled back.
"Naw, that's okay. It's just ... Mr. Pépin, remember? I've promised that he can have back his car around three o'clock. And ... "

When they heard slowdown a car in front the garage, Zeke glanced at his watch and sighed.
"... and he is over punctual. I'm afraid I will have to go out now and explain him that he will still have to wait for about an hour."

Casey looked out of the window. The sky was nearly deep dark now and a strong breed had sprung up. It was only a matter of time that the storm would break out with full force.

"You can't sent him ..." he started, but Zeke was already gone.

Casey felt disappointed. Under these circumstances it would surely be better to stay here in the office and not to bother Mr. Pépin with questions for an autograph. He reached for his book again, but he didn't feel like reading anymore.

A bit later he looked up while he could hear someone talking in front of the office.
"Oh, don't worry, this is no problem. As long as I can make it to Akron till 19 o'clock it's okay!"

The door was opened. Casey frowned when he heard Zeke's answer.

"You can wait here. I will hurry up to get your car finished."

And Mr. Pépin stepped into the small office. Casey coughed slightly. Oh shit! Why the hell had Zeke not at least gave him a warning? The room looked like ... a mess with all his clothes he had stuffed into a shelf, right beside the ring binders with old bills and other paperwork from the garage. His great backpack under the small sidetable. His sleeping shirt crumpled into a corner of the couch. The empty mugs on the desk. And he himself? It was warm and sticky today, so he wore just a cut off jeans and an old, faded T-shirt.

Casey forced himself to smile back when Mr. Pépin nodded to him friendly. Then he threw a killing glance at Zeke.

Zeke grinned back and turned to Mr. Pépin again.
"This is Casey, a friend of mine. He is staying here for a few days.

Case, you could do to me a great favor. Unfortunately I'm behind time a bit and Mr. Pépin must wait for his car. Please, would you make him a coffee in the meantime?"

"Ähm ..."

"Oh, don't put yourself out on my account!"

"No problem!"
Zeke shrugged.
"Wait ... would you like to have a small snack too? Casey here is a passionate cook, you know, and a good one! You really should try his bacon-onion-muffins. He has just made some this morning."

Casey gasped for air and stared from Zeke to Mr. Pépin and back to Zeke. This was a nightmare! Mr. Pépin looked slightly amused.
"Oh yes? Now this is a nice surprise, a young man who likes cooking. If you don't mind I would like to give it a try!"

And Casey was not sure if he wanted the ground to swallow him up at once or if he wanted to kill Zeke at first.

"Just a moment," he finally murmured.
"I will be back in a minute."

And he followed Zeke, who had already left the office. As soon as the door was closed he rushed over to the deep blue car. Zeke had opened the hood and was already working on the motor.

"What the hell was this," Casey hissed.
"How could you dare it?"

Finally Zeke looked up, a grin on his face which made Casey even more furious.
"You are such a piece of shit!"

"Oh, c'mon Case. What am I supposed to do? I couldn't let him wait outside in this dirty weather."

"Okay! Then he can wait here!"

"In the garage? Nope! I can't concentrate on work when someone is looking over my shoulder. So, please be nice and don't make a drama. It's just a little bit smalltalk!"

Casey snorted furious.
"Smalltalk, huh? With coffee and muffins! I could kill you!"

Zeke smirked and turned back to the car.
"Oh Casey, later, okay? First I need to repair this car. Remember, Mr. Pépin wants to be in Akron at seven."


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