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THIS very-omg-late!birthday!fic's forororooor...
~*gabi_fics!*~
As I said to Miz ASD, so sorry for the epic late-ity... but yay for inspiration hitting, FI-nally. :D I hope you like this sweet, romantic shmoop! You wanted a bad birthday gone epic-good? Okee. :D
*SQUISH*!
Title: 11:58
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Zeke won't let Casey play it down.
Zeke groaned inwardly as he checked the flight listing for the tenth time in the last five minutes. It seemed like forever since flight 118 from Los Angeles had gone from ON-TIME to LANDED, with Zeke desperately wanting to see the word ARRIVED pop up. He'd taken enough flights in his life to know that things could take a while, but this was ridiculous. He took another gulp of coffee from his third Starbucks since getting here an hour before.
“'Scuse me... is... this where the flight from L.A. is coming in?” a voice to his left asked. Zeke looked over and found an older man standing there with an unsure gaze.
“Yea, s'far as I know,” he replied.
“Oh, good. Thanks, I was worried. They're taking forever.”
Zeke chuckled. “I know.”
“My girlfriend's coming in, haven't seen her since Spring. Man, I've missed her.”
Great... a chatter. Trapped in the typical plane-waiting discussion, Zeke nodded. “Yea, my friend's coming home from college. Missed the guy,” he replied.
“Cool. Man, I'm nervous...” The guy crossed his arms over his chest tight, his fingers twitching. “Man, I could use a cigarette. I've smoked a whole pack since getting here, in and out, in and out...”
“Yea,” Zeke said. He, too, had been puffing away while chugging caffeine. Lord knew why he was so nervous...
'Wonder if he's different. Will his voice sound the same? He'll hate being back in this one-horse town, I just know it. He'll head home ten seconds after Christmas dinner. Perhaps Zeke didn't need divine intervention to figure it out after all. Why he felt so strongly about it, however, was a mystery.
I've missed him more than I should've.
Perhaps not.
“Hey, it changed to 'arrived', what's that mean?” The man interrupted Zeke's reverie, in a GOOD way this time. Zeke shot his eyes to the listing and stood straighter.
“Yup, it means they're getting off the damned plane. Finally,” he said. They were already only a few yards away from the entrance (or exit?) where 118's passengers would emerge from, but Zeke moved even closer and stared at the windowless door. It suddenly opened in its slow, automatic way and his heart skipped a beat, but he sank back down on his heels when two flight attendants walked through, bags rolling behind them.
“It's gonna be great. This is the first Christmas we're spending together. We met on the internet about two years ago, and I've only seen her three times. She's talking about moving out here...”
'Stop. TALKING. To me,' Zeke thought at the blabbing man, who seemed to insist that he and Zeke become best buddies. When the doors opened again, however, the guy ceased his chattering and all but jumped up and down.
“Mary!” he exclaimed; the heavyset woman dressed in a dark red velvet dress all but danced over and threw herself at him.
“Jason!”
Okay, it WAS cute. No matter how annoying 'Jason' had gotten, Zeke had to smile as the couple kissed each other hello. Really kissed each other hello. He started to fear for their lives when they didn't come up for air for what seemed like an eternity, but they finally stopped sucking-face with a mutual, gasping sigh.
“Lemmee get your bag, babe,” Jason told the woman, who beamed as he took the handle of her case. “GOD, it's good to see you.”
“I know. Missed you so much!” she said.
“Mmm... hey, nice to meet ya!” Jason gave Zeke a quick wave as they walked off; Zeke smirked and waved back.
“Have a good holiday,” he replied before turning, watching the door open and freezing to his spot when he saw Casey trundle through. “H-Hey!” He hadn't intended to yell, especially since the boy was only a few feet away, but he had. Casey shot his eyes over and smiled wide.
“Heeey!” he said in a drawl.
Before Zeke knew it, he was being hugged-something he hadn't really expected. But there they were anyway, squeezing and back-slapping. Zeke chuckled. “How was the flight?”
“Good, but I thought we'd NEVER get off the damned plane. I gotta pee so fucking bad, where's the bathroom??”
Zeke chuckled again, harder then nodded behind them. “Over there... I had a shit-ton of coffee, so let's motor.”
“Awesome,” Casey said before they strode across the large aisle leading to the restrooms. On the way, he said, “Thanks for picking me up. Mom and Dad needed to take it cheap, but didn't wanna make the two-hour drive at almost-midnight. SPEAKING of which, let's piss quick... your birthday's almost over.”
Zeke snorted. “Huh?” he said.
“Yea.” Casey's voice went into echoes as they entered the men's room and rushed to a urinal. His bag was set down and he hurried to undo his belt, Zeke joining him. They said nothing for a moment, until Casey let out a satisfied groan. “Aw, yessss...” he drawled.
“No kiddin',” Zeke said, equally pleased in getting to go from 'full' to 'empty'.
“So yea... it's almost midnight, so we gotta hurry.”
“For what?”
Casey finished-up, zipped-up and smiled Zeke's way. “Your present.”
Rolling his eyes and smirking, Zeke said, “Told ya not to bother.”
“Bullshit.”
“You're broke. I don't want you spending money on me.” Zeke put himself to rights and wandered over to the sink area, Casey following. As they covered their hands in soap and got clean, Casey shrugged.
“But I didn't. Your present is my final,” he replied.
“Your what?”
“My project... FOR finals. 'Intro to Art'.”
Zeke cocked an eyebrow. As he grabbed some paper towels, he said, “Like what, pictures?”
“No, it's my art-class. Like, drawing,” Casey said.
“I didn't know you could draw,” Zeke said; Casey shrugged.
“Yea, me neither. But I can,” he said.
“Well look, let's wait 'til we get home--”
“No, no, no, like I said, it's...” Casey looked to his watch then gasped. “Shit, 11:58!”
Zeke groaned and chuckled at the same time as Casey ran over to his bag and unzipped its front. “Case, it can wait...”
“Ta-da!” Casey cheered as he drew out a manila folder. He presented it to Zeke with a shit-eating grin. “Happy birthday!”
There was no use. Casey was well-known for his insistence, and he was insisting on giving Zeke his birthday present in an airport restroom. Zeke had to let two men pass through before reaching over and taking it. “You're so fucking weird,” he muttered. He read the Sharpie'ed words written in Casey's messy scrawl on the folder: To Zeke... Happy Birthday! --Casey. Zeke opened the thing and went very, very still. “Wha...”
“Remember? That's from when we went to that awesome diner; Stokes takes a good picture--”
“I know what it is,” Zeke said in interruption. His voice echoed all around; the sound of other men chatting, flushing and telltale noises from the urinals drifted off to nowhere as he gazed at the artwork before him. It was as if he was looking at that very picture, only... 'artified', professionally. The penciling was perfect, showing off just how much work went into this. Zeke gazed at every line, brush and smudge of graphite. Every sense was involved; he could taste that most delicious burger and fries; the cold of their shared vanilla shake, two straws, each sip worth the six bucks they'd went halvsies on; he remembered the song that'd been playing on the glowing jukebox behind them, 'Main Street' by Seger; that smile Casey was wearing was Zeke's favorite, along with the geeky dark-rimmed glasses. They were BOTH wearing them, Zeke's contacts lost and making everyone snort and chuckle as to how dorky the two of them looked when put in the same spot. Their arms were touching, fries being dipped, all of it encapsulating what had ended up being one of Zeke's most favorite days he'd ever lived through. This had taken hours, perhaps even weeks to recreate.
“Do you like it?” Casey asked with a soft, expectant smile on his face. “I mean... I know you said you didn't want anything for your birthday, that Birthday-Christmas combined presents blew anyway, but... yea.”
Zeke couldn't seem to find an appropriate reply. He DID hate his birthday. A December 22nd celebration had always gone ignored, or worse, a pity-party. He'd gotten sick of the 'Oh, that must suck!' comments he'd get when people found out about it, because it did. The check his parents had sent him was sitting in his desk drawer, uncashed. Worthless. This?
“It doesn't suck, does it?”
“Case... no, it's... it's...” Zeke grew frustrated. This much emotion was crippling. He bit his lower lip, hard, as he closed the folder. “This should be in a glass-case somewhere, not my stupid birthday gift.”
“Well-my professor DID want to showcase it. It got me a solid A,” Casey replied.
“Why didn't you?”
“Cos'. It's your birthday present.”
“But no one else can see it with me.”
Casey's smile dimmed. “I... don't draw or take pictures to show 'em off, not all the time, anyway. This was yours. I couldn't have drawn it in the first place if I didn't feel anything from that pic.”
The swallow Zeke made caught in his throat. He needed to move along, get them home then go to bed. “C'mon, let's get home,” he said, turning quick to the exit.
“But you LIKE it, right?” Casey asked as he rushed to get by Zeke's side.
“'Course I do.”
“Good. I wanted to buy this GORGEOUS frame for it, but I used up the monthly allowance for some new camera equipment--”
“CA-sey.” Zeke stopped dead in his tracks and whirled on his heels to face the boy. “Stop it.”
Casey blinked fast and looked confused. “What's... wrong?”
“I will find a frame for it. Okay? I'm gonna get some twenty-four karat deal or some shit, because anything fucking less would be an insult,” Zeke said. He paused a moment to flare his nostrils and take a deep breath. “It's possibly one of the most special gifts I've ever gotten in all my twenty years, 'k? Dead serious.”
“Oh. Wow,” Casey said with a light chuckle. “Thanks. It was just-one of the best days ever, so it was real easy to draw. 'Just kinda... flowed.”
“Yea.” Zeke turned back to the hall leading out and sighed. “C'mon, let's get outta here before the parking costs a few grand.”
“Shit, I forgot... you gotta pay for that,” Casey said. Zeke nodded and shrugged as they finally reached the large doors, which automatically opened for them.
“It's beans, don't sweat it.”
“I have a tenner in my wallet. It's in my bag, lemmee get it...” Casey stopped at the very start of the parking garage's opening and began rooting around in his messenger bag. Zeke couldn't explain the heat growing in his body-it felt like anger, but it wasn't. He didn't know what it was.
“Casey... it's not a big deal,” he said.
“It's your birthday though, and you already did me the favor of picking my ass up--”
“Will you LISTEN to me?”
If the bathroom had made everything louder, the garage may as well have provided a megaphone for Zeke's yelling. It made Casey jump and jerk his head up to look at Zeke, who stood very still, fuming. “Zeke... seriously, what's wrong?”
“You're just... standing there trying to throw cash at me, fuckin' APOLOGIZING that you couldn't blow money on a fuckin' frame for my...” Zeke huffed, puffed and continued without thinking, “You coming home on my birthday was enough.”
Casey stared at Zeke; his lips parted slowly. “Okay,” he said in a blank voice.
Zeke shoved one hand in his pocket, the other rubbing his eyes before he dropped it down to his side. He gave Casey a meaningful stare before sniffing, shaking his head and stepping over; he put one arm over his shoulder to his back and reeled him into a hug. A REAL hug, made tighter when he slipped his other hand around Casey from the side. This wasn't a 'buddy' thing, but something emoting exactly how Zeke felt. It was a little scary, but some of the uncertainty slipped away when he felt Casey's arms jerk away from his sides to go around Zeke, as well. Zeke took a deep breath then exhaled it in the words, “I missed you.”
“Yea. Missed you, too,” Casey replied in a whisper.
“Yea.” Zeke smiled and relaxed; he then caught the scent of something sweet. Turning his head closer to Casey's hair, he had to chuckle. “You smell like fruit.”
Casey groaned a little. “I ran outta shampoo-the only one left on my dorm-floor was Cassidy, and all she had was this smelly strawberry kind.” He pulled away from their embrace slowly and stared out over the lot with a wry smirk. “It was either that or get kicked off the plane for making everyone sick.”
Zeke felt giddy suddenly, showing it in rampant chuckles. “N'aw, I like it.”
“Better than stinking up the place, I guess.”
“Yea,” Zeke said. As if on its own, his hand went to Casey's and held it lightly. It felt natural, something meant to happen. “You tired?”
“Not really,” Casey replied.
“Diner's open all night and its on the way home?”
The smile that shuddered onto Casey's face made midnight feel like a bright summer afternoon. “Chocolate, this time?”
“Mmm-nmm,” Zeke hummed through pursed lips. “Strawberry-to match the hair.”
“Sounds good.”
“And... no onions on the burger, this time.”
Casey blinked, narrowed his eyes then squeezed Zeke's hand. Feeling as if he was floating on air, Zeke led the way down one floor to where the GTO was parked. Before he went to the driver's side, the thought, be a gentleman hit him like a truck, shoving him to the passenger's side to unlock then open Casey's door for him. After closing it, he went around-finding that Casey had unlocked HIS door. 'Yea, it's official,' he thought as he got in.
~*gabi_fics!*~
As I said to Miz ASD, so sorry for the epic late-ity... but yay for inspiration hitting, FI-nally. :D I hope you like this sweet, romantic shmoop! You wanted a bad birthday gone epic-good? Okee. :D
*SQUISH*!
Title: 11:58
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Zeke won't let Casey play it down.
Zeke groaned inwardly as he checked the flight listing for the tenth time in the last five minutes. It seemed like forever since flight 118 from Los Angeles had gone from ON-TIME to LANDED, with Zeke desperately wanting to see the word ARRIVED pop up. He'd taken enough flights in his life to know that things could take a while, but this was ridiculous. He took another gulp of coffee from his third Starbucks since getting here an hour before.
“'Scuse me... is... this where the flight from L.A. is coming in?” a voice to his left asked. Zeke looked over and found an older man standing there with an unsure gaze.
“Yea, s'far as I know,” he replied.
“Oh, good. Thanks, I was worried. They're taking forever.”
Zeke chuckled. “I know.”
“My girlfriend's coming in, haven't seen her since Spring. Man, I've missed her.”
Great... a chatter. Trapped in the typical plane-waiting discussion, Zeke nodded. “Yea, my friend's coming home from college. Missed the guy,” he replied.
“Cool. Man, I'm nervous...” The guy crossed his arms over his chest tight, his fingers twitching. “Man, I could use a cigarette. I've smoked a whole pack since getting here, in and out, in and out...”
“Yea,” Zeke said. He, too, had been puffing away while chugging caffeine. Lord knew why he was so nervous...
'Wonder if he's different. Will his voice sound the same? He'll hate being back in this one-horse town, I just know it. He'll head home ten seconds after Christmas dinner. Perhaps Zeke didn't need divine intervention to figure it out after all. Why he felt so strongly about it, however, was a mystery.
I've missed him more than I should've.
Perhaps not.
“Hey, it changed to 'arrived', what's that mean?” The man interrupted Zeke's reverie, in a GOOD way this time. Zeke shot his eyes to the listing and stood straighter.
“Yup, it means they're getting off the damned plane. Finally,” he said. They were already only a few yards away from the entrance (or exit?) where 118's passengers would emerge from, but Zeke moved even closer and stared at the windowless door. It suddenly opened in its slow, automatic way and his heart skipped a beat, but he sank back down on his heels when two flight attendants walked through, bags rolling behind them.
“It's gonna be great. This is the first Christmas we're spending together. We met on the internet about two years ago, and I've only seen her three times. She's talking about moving out here...”
'Stop. TALKING. To me,' Zeke thought at the blabbing man, who seemed to insist that he and Zeke become best buddies. When the doors opened again, however, the guy ceased his chattering and all but jumped up and down.
“Mary!” he exclaimed; the heavyset woman dressed in a dark red velvet dress all but danced over and threw herself at him.
“Jason!”
Okay, it WAS cute. No matter how annoying 'Jason' had gotten, Zeke had to smile as the couple kissed each other hello. Really kissed each other hello. He started to fear for their lives when they didn't come up for air for what seemed like an eternity, but they finally stopped sucking-face with a mutual, gasping sigh.
“Lemmee get your bag, babe,” Jason told the woman, who beamed as he took the handle of her case. “GOD, it's good to see you.”
“I know. Missed you so much!” she said.
“Mmm... hey, nice to meet ya!” Jason gave Zeke a quick wave as they walked off; Zeke smirked and waved back.
“Have a good holiday,” he replied before turning, watching the door open and freezing to his spot when he saw Casey trundle through. “H-Hey!” He hadn't intended to yell, especially since the boy was only a few feet away, but he had. Casey shot his eyes over and smiled wide.
“Heeey!” he said in a drawl.
Before Zeke knew it, he was being hugged-something he hadn't really expected. But there they were anyway, squeezing and back-slapping. Zeke chuckled. “How was the flight?”
“Good, but I thought we'd NEVER get off the damned plane. I gotta pee so fucking bad, where's the bathroom??”
Zeke chuckled again, harder then nodded behind them. “Over there... I had a shit-ton of coffee, so let's motor.”
“Awesome,” Casey said before they strode across the large aisle leading to the restrooms. On the way, he said, “Thanks for picking me up. Mom and Dad needed to take it cheap, but didn't wanna make the two-hour drive at almost-midnight. SPEAKING of which, let's piss quick... your birthday's almost over.”
Zeke snorted. “Huh?” he said.
“Yea.” Casey's voice went into echoes as they entered the men's room and rushed to a urinal. His bag was set down and he hurried to undo his belt, Zeke joining him. They said nothing for a moment, until Casey let out a satisfied groan. “Aw, yessss...” he drawled.
“No kiddin',” Zeke said, equally pleased in getting to go from 'full' to 'empty'.
“So yea... it's almost midnight, so we gotta hurry.”
“For what?”
Casey finished-up, zipped-up and smiled Zeke's way. “Your present.”
Rolling his eyes and smirking, Zeke said, “Told ya not to bother.”
“Bullshit.”
“You're broke. I don't want you spending money on me.” Zeke put himself to rights and wandered over to the sink area, Casey following. As they covered their hands in soap and got clean, Casey shrugged.
“But I didn't. Your present is my final,” he replied.
“Your what?”
“My project... FOR finals. 'Intro to Art'.”
Zeke cocked an eyebrow. As he grabbed some paper towels, he said, “Like what, pictures?”
“No, it's my art-class. Like, drawing,” Casey said.
“I didn't know you could draw,” Zeke said; Casey shrugged.
“Yea, me neither. But I can,” he said.
“Well look, let's wait 'til we get home--”
“No, no, no, like I said, it's...” Casey looked to his watch then gasped. “Shit, 11:58!”
Zeke groaned and chuckled at the same time as Casey ran over to his bag and unzipped its front. “Case, it can wait...”
“Ta-da!” Casey cheered as he drew out a manila folder. He presented it to Zeke with a shit-eating grin. “Happy birthday!”
There was no use. Casey was well-known for his insistence, and he was insisting on giving Zeke his birthday present in an airport restroom. Zeke had to let two men pass through before reaching over and taking it. “You're so fucking weird,” he muttered. He read the Sharpie'ed words written in Casey's messy scrawl on the folder: To Zeke... Happy Birthday! --Casey. Zeke opened the thing and went very, very still. “Wha...”
“Remember? That's from when we went to that awesome diner; Stokes takes a good picture--”
“I know what it is,” Zeke said in interruption. His voice echoed all around; the sound of other men chatting, flushing and telltale noises from the urinals drifted off to nowhere as he gazed at the artwork before him. It was as if he was looking at that very picture, only... 'artified', professionally. The penciling was perfect, showing off just how much work went into this. Zeke gazed at every line, brush and smudge of graphite. Every sense was involved; he could taste that most delicious burger and fries; the cold of their shared vanilla shake, two straws, each sip worth the six bucks they'd went halvsies on; he remembered the song that'd been playing on the glowing jukebox behind them, 'Main Street' by Seger; that smile Casey was wearing was Zeke's favorite, along with the geeky dark-rimmed glasses. They were BOTH wearing them, Zeke's contacts lost and making everyone snort and chuckle as to how dorky the two of them looked when put in the same spot. Their arms were touching, fries being dipped, all of it encapsulating what had ended up being one of Zeke's most favorite days he'd ever lived through. This had taken hours, perhaps even weeks to recreate.
“Do you like it?” Casey asked with a soft, expectant smile on his face. “I mean... I know you said you didn't want anything for your birthday, that Birthday-Christmas combined presents blew anyway, but... yea.”
Zeke couldn't seem to find an appropriate reply. He DID hate his birthday. A December 22nd celebration had always gone ignored, or worse, a pity-party. He'd gotten sick of the 'Oh, that must suck!' comments he'd get when people found out about it, because it did. The check his parents had sent him was sitting in his desk drawer, uncashed. Worthless. This?
“It doesn't suck, does it?”
“Case... no, it's... it's...” Zeke grew frustrated. This much emotion was crippling. He bit his lower lip, hard, as he closed the folder. “This should be in a glass-case somewhere, not my stupid birthday gift.”
“Well-my professor DID want to showcase it. It got me a solid A,” Casey replied.
“Why didn't you?”
“Cos'. It's your birthday present.”
“But no one else can see it with me.”
Casey's smile dimmed. “I... don't draw or take pictures to show 'em off, not all the time, anyway. This was yours. I couldn't have drawn it in the first place if I didn't feel anything from that pic.”
The swallow Zeke made caught in his throat. He needed to move along, get them home then go to bed. “C'mon, let's get home,” he said, turning quick to the exit.
“But you LIKE it, right?” Casey asked as he rushed to get by Zeke's side.
“'Course I do.”
“Good. I wanted to buy this GORGEOUS frame for it, but I used up the monthly allowance for some new camera equipment--”
“CA-sey.” Zeke stopped dead in his tracks and whirled on his heels to face the boy. “Stop it.”
Casey blinked fast and looked confused. “What's... wrong?”
“I will find a frame for it. Okay? I'm gonna get some twenty-four karat deal or some shit, because anything fucking less would be an insult,” Zeke said. He paused a moment to flare his nostrils and take a deep breath. “It's possibly one of the most special gifts I've ever gotten in all my twenty years, 'k? Dead serious.”
“Oh. Wow,” Casey said with a light chuckle. “Thanks. It was just-one of the best days ever, so it was real easy to draw. 'Just kinda... flowed.”
“Yea.” Zeke turned back to the hall leading out and sighed. “C'mon, let's get outta here before the parking costs a few grand.”
“Shit, I forgot... you gotta pay for that,” Casey said. Zeke nodded and shrugged as they finally reached the large doors, which automatically opened for them.
“It's beans, don't sweat it.”
“I have a tenner in my wallet. It's in my bag, lemmee get it...” Casey stopped at the very start of the parking garage's opening and began rooting around in his messenger bag. Zeke couldn't explain the heat growing in his body-it felt like anger, but it wasn't. He didn't know what it was.
“Casey... it's not a big deal,” he said.
“It's your birthday though, and you already did me the favor of picking my ass up--”
“Will you LISTEN to me?”
If the bathroom had made everything louder, the garage may as well have provided a megaphone for Zeke's yelling. It made Casey jump and jerk his head up to look at Zeke, who stood very still, fuming. “Zeke... seriously, what's wrong?”
“You're just... standing there trying to throw cash at me, fuckin' APOLOGIZING that you couldn't blow money on a fuckin' frame for my...” Zeke huffed, puffed and continued without thinking, “You coming home on my birthday was enough.”
Casey stared at Zeke; his lips parted slowly. “Okay,” he said in a blank voice.
Zeke shoved one hand in his pocket, the other rubbing his eyes before he dropped it down to his side. He gave Casey a meaningful stare before sniffing, shaking his head and stepping over; he put one arm over his shoulder to his back and reeled him into a hug. A REAL hug, made tighter when he slipped his other hand around Casey from the side. This wasn't a 'buddy' thing, but something emoting exactly how Zeke felt. It was a little scary, but some of the uncertainty slipped away when he felt Casey's arms jerk away from his sides to go around Zeke, as well. Zeke took a deep breath then exhaled it in the words, “I missed you.”
“Yea. Missed you, too,” Casey replied in a whisper.
“Yea.” Zeke smiled and relaxed; he then caught the scent of something sweet. Turning his head closer to Casey's hair, he had to chuckle. “You smell like fruit.”
Casey groaned a little. “I ran outta shampoo-the only one left on my dorm-floor was Cassidy, and all she had was this smelly strawberry kind.” He pulled away from their embrace slowly and stared out over the lot with a wry smirk. “It was either that or get kicked off the plane for making everyone sick.”
Zeke felt giddy suddenly, showing it in rampant chuckles. “N'aw, I like it.”
“Better than stinking up the place, I guess.”
“Yea,” Zeke said. As if on its own, his hand went to Casey's and held it lightly. It felt natural, something meant to happen. “You tired?”
“Not really,” Casey replied.
“Diner's open all night and its on the way home?”
The smile that shuddered onto Casey's face made midnight feel like a bright summer afternoon. “Chocolate, this time?”
“Mmm-nmm,” Zeke hummed through pursed lips. “Strawberry-to match the hair.”
“Sounds good.”
“And... no onions on the burger, this time.”
Casey blinked, narrowed his eyes then squeezed Zeke's hand. Feeling as if he was floating on air, Zeke led the way down one floor to where the GTO was parked. Before he went to the driver's side, the thought, be a gentleman hit him like a truck, shoving him to the passenger's side to unlock then open Casey's door for him. After closing it, he went around-finding that Casey had unlocked HIS door. 'Yea, it's official,' he thought as he got in.