Title: Highspeed to love (31/ ???)
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 / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight / twenty-nine / thirty / tbc
The next few days were busy. Every morning Casey did some cooking for Zeke - and for the nurses in the hospital. It was his way to say 'Thank you' to them, because they all were really nice to Zeke and to him, never even said a single word about their relationship. Casey knew, it could have been different and he was grateful that Zeke didn't have to deal with it yet. He had enough on his plate in the moment.
"Ooohh," Mary Ann cooed when her eyes fell on the chocolate covered cake.
"You're a magician, Casey! This tastes delicious."
"Don't spoil them too much," Zeke complained after she had left with the cake.
"Or they will never let me go again!"
"Well," Casey bent forward for a kiss.
"At least they will be busy for the next hour!"
"Come to bed?"
Zeke grinned and hold him tight.
"You could spoil me!"
But he didn't mind when Zeke deepened the kiss.
When he came home from the hospital usually Ben was there, working in the garage. It had been a nice surprise when the boy had told him that he could come to work only in the afternoons because he still went to school regularly. After all what had happened Casey would have expected him to quit again. Too sad that he couldn't tell Zeke about it.
They didn't talk much beside a quick 'Hello' or 'See you tomorrow!', but they had put their differences aside for the moment. Both of them knew they needed to work together if there should be at least a small chance to be successful.
The owner of the cab company had been pleasantly surprised when he got Casey's phone call. He had brought in the first two cars already the same afternoon. But beside of him business had been quiet. Only a few other customers had shown up during the last two days.
One of them had said he would come back when Zeke was back home from the hospital - but Casey knew, in the meantime he would probably look for another workshop. You couldn't wait with a needed repair of your car for weeks, right?
The second, a young college student - Zeke already knew her for years and always made her special prices - just needed an oil-change.
But Ben had shaken his head after he had had a look at the van of the third customer, a commercial agent who was only passing through.
"I'm sure it's something with the brake system," he had said.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do this!"
The man had looked at him a bit annoyed and murmured something like 'stupid staff', then he had grabbed the slip of paper with the number of another workshop nearby which Casey had written down for him and had left without even saying 'Good bye!'
Ben looked moody.
"Hey," Casey tried to cheer him up.
"It's not your fault. You did right!"
"Oh fuck," Ben spat.
"I've told you, I can't do this alone. It was a stupid idea from the very beginning!"
Without thinking about it Casey put a hand on Ben's shoulder.
"It was not! Only yesterday the cabby has told me that he really appreciates your work."
Ben shook him off and glared at him furiously.
"Eight cabs for inspection and an oil change within three days! The next installment is due ... when? In two weeks? We will never make this!"
There was not much Casey could say against it. It was important that they could pay the next installment in time if they wanted to have at least a tiniest chance to save the garage. And it didn't turn out well. He had to admit this. But he was not willing to give up that easy. They could ...
"Oh look! There he is!"
The foreign, taunting voice made Casey look up. This didn't sound like a customer. And he was right. In the wide opened gate to the workshop were standing three young guys. Casey remembered them all too well. Ben's so-called friends. The last he wanted to see here.
"What are you doing here?"
Ben didn't sound very pleased to see them too.
"Hey, buddy, it was not easy to find you. Just wanted to remind you of tonight."
"Sorry, but I'm out," he finally said.
When the guy got closer Ben took two steps back. He grabbed him by his arm anyway.
"What do you mean?"
His voice sounded somehow menacing. Casey breathed in nervously.
"You can't simply back out. You belong to us!"
"Look, J.B., you know I would never rat you out!"
Ben was nervous too, Casey could say that much.
"But ... It's over, okay? I will graduate next year. And I have a job to do."
J.B. laughed out loud.
"A what? You call this a job? Oh, c'mon, everyone knows that Tyler is a fucking loser and that his garage is flat broke! What the hell are you still doing here?"
"Don't call him that, you dumbass!"
J.B. jerked around and stared at Casey.
"Oh, the fag boy! What did you call me?"
Casey glared back. Probably it was not clever. It was three against one - and it was not sure which side Ben would take. Even if he didn't seem to be so chummy with the guys anymore ...
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