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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Dear Santa
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 551
Prompt: letter to Santa
Finished: 04.12.2021
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When Zeke stepped onto the bleacher's stairs, he noticed Casey sitting at his usual place on a bench in the last row. „Hey, what's going on?“
To boy winced slightly and hastily tried to hide a paper under the bench. „Just going over the last chemistry lessons,“ he answered, avoiding eye contact. „Not sure if I got everything right.“
Zeke eyed him up and down, and he could say that this was only a flimsy excuse. Casey was a good student, and he loved chemistry; he could answer every of Mr. Furlong's questions off pat. „Maybe I can help. Let me have a look.“
„No, I can... Hey, give it back!“
Zeke laughed, holding up the paper. „Let's see what dark secrets do you hide here?“
„You fucker!“ Annoyed, Casey jumped up from the bench, his eyes sparkling wild. „That's none of your business.“
Zeke held the paper out of reach when he started to read aloud. „Dear Santa...Oh.“ He didn't hide his grin. „Really? You are writing a letter to Santa? So cute.“
Casey blushed deeply. „Just shut the fuck up.“ He jumped up into the air, getting hold of an edge of the paper... and ripped it apart. „Nooo!“
His desperate outcry made Zeke wince; this was a tiny bit too much, wasn't it? Then he noticed tears in Casey's eyes, and a sudden uneasiness rushed through his body. „Oh, c'mon, no need to play the drama queen,“ he murmured. „It was just a joke. Nothing serious has happened.“
„You don't know anything at all.“ Sniffing, Casey grabbed the second half of the letter Zeke still held up, stuffing both into his backpack. „You are just a selfish idiot who has no respect for other people's feelings.“
Feeling a mixture of confusion and guilt, Zeke watched him stumbling down the stairs, reaching the parking space for the bikes, and finally leaving the school's area, though it was only lunchbreak and the students weren't allowed to do so. Usually, Casey was the good boy who followed the rules, a geeky, good boy, and yes, Zeke had to admit that he used to tease him because of this now and then. Casey had never complained; it had been more like a game they both enjoyed. Zeke cringed inwardly. Even he still couldn't get it what just had happened, maybe he had overstepped the lines today.
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Sometime later in the afternoon. Casey was sitting at his desk, staring at the crumpled paper in front of him. He had done his best to put the pieces together again, had even ironed the paper cautiously. He could still read the words he had written ages ago when he had been ten years old.
Dear Santa,
all I want for Christmas is for my grandma to get better so that she can spend the holidays at home, with me, and my mom and dad.
Can you please do this for me? I promise I will never ask you for anything ever again.
Your Casey.
He smiled despite the tears in his eyes. Santa had done his best that year, and his grandma had spent Christmas Eve with her beloved family. Her last Christmas, two days later, she died at the hospice where she had spent the final months of her life.
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 551
Prompt: letter to Santa
Finished: 04.12.2021
:::
When Zeke stepped onto the bleacher's stairs, he noticed Casey sitting at his usual place on a bench in the last row. „Hey, what's going on?“
To boy winced slightly and hastily tried to hide a paper under the bench. „Just going over the last chemistry lessons,“ he answered, avoiding eye contact. „Not sure if I got everything right.“
Zeke eyed him up and down, and he could say that this was only a flimsy excuse. Casey was a good student, and he loved chemistry; he could answer every of Mr. Furlong's questions off pat. „Maybe I can help. Let me have a look.“
„No, I can... Hey, give it back!“
Zeke laughed, holding up the paper. „Let's see what dark secrets do you hide here?“
„You fucker!“ Annoyed, Casey jumped up from the bench, his eyes sparkling wild. „That's none of your business.“
Zeke held the paper out of reach when he started to read aloud. „Dear Santa...Oh.“ He didn't hide his grin. „Really? You are writing a letter to Santa? So cute.“
Casey blushed deeply. „Just shut the fuck up.“ He jumped up into the air, getting hold of an edge of the paper... and ripped it apart. „Nooo!“
His desperate outcry made Zeke wince; this was a tiny bit too much, wasn't it? Then he noticed tears in Casey's eyes, and a sudden uneasiness rushed through his body. „Oh, c'mon, no need to play the drama queen,“ he murmured. „It was just a joke. Nothing serious has happened.“
„You don't know anything at all.“ Sniffing, Casey grabbed the second half of the letter Zeke still held up, stuffing both into his backpack. „You are just a selfish idiot who has no respect for other people's feelings.“
Feeling a mixture of confusion and guilt, Zeke watched him stumbling down the stairs, reaching the parking space for the bikes, and finally leaving the school's area, though it was only lunchbreak and the students weren't allowed to do so. Usually, Casey was the good boy who followed the rules, a geeky, good boy, and yes, Zeke had to admit that he used to tease him because of this now and then. Casey had never complained; it had been more like a game they both enjoyed. Zeke cringed inwardly. Even he still couldn't get it what just had happened, maybe he had overstepped the lines today.
:::
Sometime later in the afternoon. Casey was sitting at his desk, staring at the crumpled paper in front of him. He had done his best to put the pieces together again, had even ironed the paper cautiously. He could still read the words he had written ages ago when he had been ten years old.
Dear Santa,
all I want for Christmas is for my grandma to get better so that she can spend the holidays at home, with me, and my mom and dad.
Can you please do this for me? I promise I will never ask you for anything ever again.
Your Casey.
He smiled despite the tears in his eyes. Santa had done his best that year, and his grandma had spent Christmas Eve with her beloved family. Her last Christmas, two days later, she died at the hospice where she had spent the final months of her life.