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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Apple tart
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 200
Prompt: a piece of cake
Finished: 23.02.2022
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Zeke didn't hide his grin when Casey stepped into the hospital's room. „Hey, what are you doing here?“
„Mr. Furlong asked me to bring you some homework,“ Casey explained, pulling a ring binder out of his backpack. „He says graduation is coming closer, and you shouldn't fall behind too much.“
„Oh, get it. Good old Furlong. And what's in this box?“
Suddenly Casey looked slightly embarrassed. „It's nothing!“
„Doesn't look like nothing. C'mon, and tell me about the dark secret. Lying in a hospital for two weeks is pretty boring; I can need some distraction.“
„No dark secrets, sorry.“ Casey smirked. „Just apple tart. Homemade. When I told my mom that I am visiting a sick classmate after school, she told me to bring you a piece of it.“
Zeke looked at him flabbergasted. „She did what? Why?“
„She is like that!“ Casey shrugged. „Thinks, a good piece of cake can cure everything. Sorry, it's ridiculous. I guess I should go now.“
„Not with the tart,“ Zeke held him back when he hastily turned to the door. „It smells delicious. But maybe, if you keep me some more company, I am willing to share.“
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 200
Prompt: a piece of cake
Finished: 23.02.2022
:::
Zeke didn't hide his grin when Casey stepped into the hospital's room. „Hey, what are you doing here?“
„Mr. Furlong asked me to bring you some homework,“ Casey explained, pulling a ring binder out of his backpack. „He says graduation is coming closer, and you shouldn't fall behind too much.“
„Oh, get it. Good old Furlong. And what's in this box?“
Suddenly Casey looked slightly embarrassed. „It's nothing!“
„Doesn't look like nothing. C'mon, and tell me about the dark secret. Lying in a hospital for two weeks is pretty boring; I can need some distraction.“
„No dark secrets, sorry.“ Casey smirked. „Just apple tart. Homemade. When I told my mom that I am visiting a sick classmate after school, she told me to bring you a piece of it.“
Zeke looked at him flabbergasted. „She did what? Why?“
„She is like that!“ Casey shrugged. „Thinks, a good piece of cake can cure everything. Sorry, it's ridiculous. I guess I should go now.“
„Not with the tart,“ Zeke held him back when he hastily turned to the door. „It smells delicious. But maybe, if you keep me some more company, I am willing to share.“