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Title: Childhood Memories
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: cherries
Rating: R
Word Count: 356

Note: This a stand-alone snippet, taking place in my Reboot Universe (crossover The Faculty - Jeremiah TV)

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Zeke winced at Casey's ear-piercing cry and slammed on the brakes, expecting the worst. In times like these, it was better always to be on guard.

Without any explanation Casey opened the passengers door and jumped out of the Chevrolet, only a moment later he vanished between big trees and thick undergrowth. Zeke felt anger rising up while he followed him slowly, the gun in his hand, just to be sure. This time, he wondered what it would be: a half-starved animal, some guy in trouble, or just a rare flower this stupid boy wanted to examine more closely. There were a lot of reasons for Casey to leave every wariness behind. Though he actually should know better, especially after the trouble they had gotten into only a few days ago.

Zeke jerked around when a dark figure suddenly dropped from one of the trees behind him. The well-known laughter made him curse loudly. "Holy shit, Casey. What the hell are you thinking? What's happened?"

The boy grinned wide, but Zeke wasn't sure if he wanted to shake him or hug him. "Cherries."

"What?"

"Cherries," repeated Casey and opened his hand.

Feeling dumbfounded, Zeke stared at the red fruits. Cherries? What was the reason for this drama?

"I remember," Casey said, unimpressed, and put one of the fruits into their mouth. "My grammy had a small farm with fruit trees in the backyard. Apples, pears. And cherries. Whenever I visited her, I climbed around in the trees, and I could eat as much as I wanted. I loved the cherries. My mom wasn't very amused because I always returned with stains on my shirt or tattered pants. But my grandma didn't care. She used to say: A real boy should pick his cherries right from the tree and not buy them at the supermarket."

He smiled softly, lost in memories, while looking down at the red fruits in his hand. "These days on her farm are one of my favorite childhood memories.

Want some? They are sweet and juicy."

Inwardly sighing, Zeke grabbed a cherry. How could he be mad at him for longer?
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