Title: Highspeed to love (29/ ???)
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 ? ;)
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Casey frowned when he noticed the taxi which was standing in front of the garage. The driver was waving to him.
"Ähm ... hello," he answered.
"Maybe you can tell me what's up here. The garage is closed today?"
"It's actually closed since one week," Casey explained.
"Since Zeke is in the hospital!"
"Sorry to hear this. I hope it's nothing serious?"
The man looked affected when Casey told him what had happened.
"Oh, this doesn't sound well at all," he murmured.
"Then it will probably take some time before he can go back to work?"
Casey nodded tentatively. He was not willing to discuss Zeke's financial problems with this guy, even if he seemed to be nice.
"Yes, he must still stay for about two weeks in the hospital and even afterward he will have to take it slow for some time."
"Do you work in the garage too?"
"Oh god, no, my fingers are all thumbs when it comes to cars. Zeke is a friend of mine and he let me stay here for a few weeks."
"I get it. It was just, Zeke mentioned, that there is a young boy who's helping him out in the garage. I wonder if he's able to keep it running. Because the next inspection of the cars are due. I'd worked out this deal with Zeke, but now ..."
Suddenly Casey remembered. Zeke had mentioned an agreement with a little taxi company. He should regularly do the inspections and necessary repairs of all the cars. A welcome and secure income for the garage ... if he would not be in the hospital and unable to do his job.
And the boy the guy had mentioned ...
"That was Ben," Casey sighed.
" But he's not working here any longer!"
'Just because of me.' Suddenly he felt guilty. He was no great help for Zeke. With Ben there would have been at least a chance to rescue the garage.
"What a pity," murmured the man.
"I really appreciate Zeke's work, he is quick, thoroughly and his prices are more than fair. But I'm afraid I will have to look for another work-shop. The inspections need to be done."
"I'm sure, Zeke will understand," Casey assured him.
"Well, I hope he will get well soon. Tell him, he can call me when the garage opens again!"
Casey nodded though he knew that this day would probably never come. The man turned back to his taxi and drove away.
The farmers market was a welcome distraction. Casey felt bad and he needed something to do. After doing the dishes he decided to go out, buy some fresh fruits for Zeke and maybe have a nice small talk with Mr. Burdon.
But before he could reach his market stall, he noticed him. This time he was alone, sauntering along the stalls. Casey turned to the right and threw a look at the tropical fruits in front of him. Maybe a few oranges and a mango. Zeke liked mango. Then an idea crossed his mind. Thoughtfully he looked back at Ben who had stopped to grab an apple. At least he paid for it today. Maybe ...
Before he could change his mind he thrust his way through a group of other customers.
"Hey, Ben. Wait!"
The boy looked at him distrustfully.
"What do you want?"
"Can we talk?"
"No! We don't have anything to talk about!"
"Better fuck off!"
Casey sighed deeply. Nothing had changed.
"If Zeke had ever meant something for you, please, listen to me! At least for a moment."
Ben narrowed his eyes.
"Huh? Did he told you to talk to me?"
"No, of course not. He's in the hospital!"
"Appendix. He has almost waited for too long. Luckily I came back from a seminar in time and could call the ambulance."
"That's so Zeke," murmured Ben.
"He can be so stubborn. Always thinks he can do everything alone. But ...
Wait! When he's in the hospital, who keeps the garage running?"
"It seems as if he's gonna lose it," Casey sighed.
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