Title: Highspeed to love (19/ ???)
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 / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / tbc
It was late in the evening. Casey and Zeke had settled down with chips and beer in Zeke's apartment. Casey had zapped through the TV program.
"Oh, that's cool," he had said.
"Halloween. I like Michael Myers."
Zeke had rolled with his eyes.
"That's so cheesy!"
But finally he had given in. All he needed to have a good time was a cool beer ... and Casey by his side. It was so much fun to watch him. How he bit his lips, held his breath, giggled nervously. A pillow in his arms, almost as if he wanted to hide behind it, like a little child would hide when a movie got to scaring for him. Just as the music got louder and Michael Myers lifted his bloodied knife, the phone started to ring.
Casey almost jumped and Zeke chuckled amused.
"What," hissed Casey.
"Will you answer this fucking thing, please?"
"If this is Mandy again, I'm gonna kill her. How can you forget to fill up the fuel for three times in a month," growled Zeke and reached for the phone.
"Yeah? ... Oh! Good evening. Something wrong with your car? ... Good ... yeah, sure. Just a moment, I will hand you over."
He turned back to Casey and reached for the remote control to reduce the volume from the TV.
"It's for you!"
Casey looked at him astonished. He had left Willoughby behind without knowing where he would end up. He had no close friends here in Youngstown. So, who knew that he stayed here in Zeke's garage and would call him? Zeke handed him the phone.
"Be careful," he grinned.
"Bloody Michael is watching you!"
"Stop this bullshit," Casey said. When he heard the voice on the other end of the phone he blushed.
"Sorry ... I didn't mean to ... yes, of course."
Casey put the phone back onto the table. Zeke looked at him curiously. The phone call had lasted longer than expected and he just couldn't guess what was going on. Casey's answers had been rather short and inscrutable, for one moment he had looked almost shocked, then however he had calmed down again until at the end of the call his eyes sparkled excited.
"This was Mr. Pépin," murmured Casey.
"I know," Zeke answered.
"What did he want?"
"He's called my Dad!"
Zeke blinked surprised.
"He did ... what?"
"He looked for the number and called in Willoughby."
Casey snorted softly.
"He wanted to talk with my Dad about the seminar. Tell him what a great chance it would be for me!"
Zeke pulled his face.
Of course Mr. Pépin had meant it well, he knew nothing about Casey's problems with his Dad. All Zeke could hope was that Casey would not panic now and ran away again - away from Youngstown, away from him. He didn't want him to leave. He didn't want to lose him. He wanted ...
Casey stared at him.
"My Dad told him that he didn't care in the slightest any longer what I'm doing with my life. That he's not willing to give me even a penny ..."
His lower lip trembled slightly and he swallowed hard.
"I know he never cared much about me. But... how can he say that he's done with me? I'm still his son, am I? This is so embarrassing!"
"Just for him, Case, not for you. You did nothing wrong!"
He put his arm around Casey's shoulder and squeezed him reassuringly.
"Hey! You don't need him, never did. Imagine what you can do now. You could go ... back to Herrington. Akron. New York. Wherever you want. Or ... you could just stay here with me. I wouldn't mind!"
"As your private cook, or what?"
Casey chuckled slightly.
"I guess, it's about time to move on. This seminar ... it is a great chance, you know. I would learn a lot. And it would make a great recommendation when it comes to find a good job ... I could need your help, Zeke!"
"Okay, spit it! How much?"
"No, I've told you before, I'm not gonna take money from you. But ...
There is this charity fund. Mr. Pèpin and some other cooks support young people who need help. With education, finding a job ..."
The smile on his face deepened.
"He couldn't say anything before, because he needed to talk with the others first. They gave their okay. Mr. Pépin says if I don't mind to share a room with another boy, I could come to Akron and join the seminar. Problem is, I need to be there tomorrow at eight thirty at the latest. And ..."
"Need a ride," Zeke interrupted him.
"Yeah. I know, you need to be in the garage at eight o'clock and ..."
Zeke put his thumb onto Casey's mouth to silence him and smiled.
"If this is what you want, we will bring you there ... punctual at eight thirty."
Casey's heart beat faster. He would go to Akron! Zeke's thumb was still on his lips, warm and soft. He would attend Mr. Pépin's seminar! Zeke's arm was still around his shoulder and kept him save. His grandma would be proud of him! Zeke... Zeke... Zeke... all too near...
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