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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: A phone call at night
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 460
Prompt: late at night
Finished: 27.05.2022
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Casey opened his eyes, staring into the darkness. Okay, he was not dreaming any longer, but the ringing in his ears hadn't stopped. Drowsy, he realized that it must be his brand new cellphone. He had gotten it for his 18th birthday only three weeks ago. But besides of his parents and his grandpa, no one knew the number so far. And for sure, none of them would call him in the middle of the night.
The ringing stopped but started again before he could drift back into sleep. Ring, ring, ring. Groaning, he left his warm bed, padded to his desk. „Hello?!“
„Hey, geek boy!“
The shock almost made him drop the phone. This couldn't be. „Zeke?“
„Right, Sherlock.“
Casey blinked, unsure what to do next. Zeke was none of the bullies at school, but they weren't very close either. Only lab partners at chemistry, and sometimes they shared the bleachers at lunch break.
An idea crossed his mind. „Where did you get this number from,“ he asked.
Zeke chuckled. „Wasn't very difficult; you should better think of a more complex password.“
„Wait. Where do you know...“
„You know who I am?“ Zeke laughed again. „Hey, what are you doing right now?“
„Ähm... It's late in the night, right? Sleeping is a good idea.“
„Boring. What 18-year-old boy spends a Saturday night sleeping?“
Getting more and more confused, Casey frowned. „Zeke, what do you want?“
„Chatting with you. We could also have some dirty talk if you want.“
„What???“ Shocked, Casey paled, his heart suddenly beating wild. He could only hope that this was just a very, very strange dream. Otherwise... He swallowed. No, it could be that Zeke had figured out his darkest secret.
„Oh, c'mon, no need to be shy. I know you are secretly dreaming about it.“
Shit, shit, shit! Casey started to tremble all over; maybe it would have been smart just to end this call, but he wasn't sure about what Zeke would do next then. One could never know what was going on in his head. He licked his dry lips and managed to keep his voice even. „Are you drunk?“
A short pause followed. Then: „Yupp. Most expensive whiskey of my dad. I prefer a good Heiniken, but it will drive him crazy when he finds out. Much more fun.“
„Okay, understand,“ Casey murmured.
Zeke huffed slightly. „No, you don't. Good for you.“ Another pause, longer this time. „Hey, sorry for keeping you awake. Go back to sleep, golden boy. See you on Monday.“
While his heart was still doing summersaults, Casey stared at his cellphone. Going back to sleep? For sure not. There was too much he had to think about.
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 460
Prompt: late at night
Finished: 27.05.2022
:::
Casey opened his eyes, staring into the darkness. Okay, he was not dreaming any longer, but the ringing in his ears hadn't stopped. Drowsy, he realized that it must be his brand new cellphone. He had gotten it for his 18th birthday only three weeks ago. But besides of his parents and his grandpa, no one knew the number so far. And for sure, none of them would call him in the middle of the night.
The ringing stopped but started again before he could drift back into sleep. Ring, ring, ring. Groaning, he left his warm bed, padded to his desk. „Hello?!“
„Hey, geek boy!“
The shock almost made him drop the phone. This couldn't be. „Zeke?“
„Right, Sherlock.“
Casey blinked, unsure what to do next. Zeke was none of the bullies at school, but they weren't very close either. Only lab partners at chemistry, and sometimes they shared the bleachers at lunch break.
An idea crossed his mind. „Where did you get this number from,“ he asked.
Zeke chuckled. „Wasn't very difficult; you should better think of a more complex password.“
„Wait. Where do you know...“
„You know who I am?“ Zeke laughed again. „Hey, what are you doing right now?“
„Ähm... It's late in the night, right? Sleeping is a good idea.“
„Boring. What 18-year-old boy spends a Saturday night sleeping?“
Getting more and more confused, Casey frowned. „Zeke, what do you want?“
„Chatting with you. We could also have some dirty talk if you want.“
„What???“ Shocked, Casey paled, his heart suddenly beating wild. He could only hope that this was just a very, very strange dream. Otherwise... He swallowed. No, it could be that Zeke had figured out his darkest secret.
„Oh, c'mon, no need to be shy. I know you are secretly dreaming about it.“
Shit, shit, shit! Casey started to tremble all over; maybe it would have been smart just to end this call, but he wasn't sure about what Zeke would do next then. One could never know what was going on in his head. He licked his dry lips and managed to keep his voice even. „Are you drunk?“
A short pause followed. Then: „Yupp. Most expensive whiskey of my dad. I prefer a good Heiniken, but it will drive him crazy when he finds out. Much more fun.“
„Okay, understand,“ Casey murmured.
Zeke huffed slightly. „No, you don't. Good for you.“ Another pause, longer this time. „Hey, sorry for keeping you awake. Go back to sleep, golden boy. See you on Monday.“
While his heart was still doing summersaults, Casey stared at his cellphone. Going back to sleep? For sure not. There was too much he had to think about.