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priscaTitle: Coming home for Christmas
Character: Casey Connor, Gabe Santora
Word Count: 486
Prompt: a taxi an old enemy and Christmas day
Finished: 21.12.2022
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With a wide grin on his face, Casey grabbed his backpack and left the checkout. Okay, this Christmas break didn't start as hoped. Zeke had promised to pick him up, but then the GTO broke down two days ago, and because of the holiday madness, he hadn't been able to get the needed spare parts in time.
But hey, Columbus's small, usually monotonous airport was bathed in colorful lights, and Christmas carols were coming out of the loudspeaker. After four long months at college, great months, yes, he enjoyed Boston, had a friendly roommate, and MIT still felt like the biggest adventure of his life, but finally, he was at home again. He had missed Herrington, and his parents, and Zeke, of course.
Nothing would ruin his good mood today, not even the crowded airport. He stepped out of the door, a cold wind hit his face; it was snowing. Casey pulled his scarf tighter, looking around for a taxi without much hope. There, at the corner! A young couple had just left the cab, and the driver was waiting for new passengers. Casey chuckled to himself; what a lucky fellow he was.
But when he stepped closer, he noticed him. Gabe Santora. His smile vanished; for sure the last one he wanted to run into. Even if the bullying at school had died away after the alien incident; he had always stayed the geek and the jocks... Well, they had never been friends.
He watched Gabe opening the taxi's door, bending forward while he talked with the driver. And Casey huffed slightly; okay, he would have to wait for the next cab to show up. Which could take some time. Maybe he should go back inside for a hot coffee if he didn't want to turn into an ice block?
„Hey, Casey!“
The voice made him jump instinctively.
„Going home for Christmas?“
„Hm... yes.“
„Looking for a Taxi? Guess we could share one.“
Casey frowned, not knowing what to think about this. „It's okay; I can wait.“
„ Understand. But hey, we are not at Highschool anymore. No need to worry.“
„What do you want, Gabe?“
„Maybe... saying sorry?“ The boy shrugged. „I know, it was not okay, what happened. But Highschool is hell; if you don't play along, you are the loser. And I always wanted to belong to the winner. At least at school.“
He paused for a moment before continuing. „My dad left my mom when I was still a baby. She never got over it, drank too much, blamed me for her miserable life. I knew I had to fight, or I would end like her.“
Casey blinked. „Okay. I didn't know that,“ he murmured.
„I never told anyone before.“ A slight smile appeared on Gabe's face while he grabbed Casey's backpack. „C'mon, let's head home. Guess your mom is already waiting for you.“
Character: Casey Connor, Gabe Santora
Word Count: 486
Prompt: a taxi an old enemy and Christmas day
Finished: 21.12.2022
:::
With a wide grin on his face, Casey grabbed his backpack and left the checkout. Okay, this Christmas break didn't start as hoped. Zeke had promised to pick him up, but then the GTO broke down two days ago, and because of the holiday madness, he hadn't been able to get the needed spare parts in time.
But hey, Columbus's small, usually monotonous airport was bathed in colorful lights, and Christmas carols were coming out of the loudspeaker. After four long months at college, great months, yes, he enjoyed Boston, had a friendly roommate, and MIT still felt like the biggest adventure of his life, but finally, he was at home again. He had missed Herrington, and his parents, and Zeke, of course.
Nothing would ruin his good mood today, not even the crowded airport. He stepped out of the door, a cold wind hit his face; it was snowing. Casey pulled his scarf tighter, looking around for a taxi without much hope. There, at the corner! A young couple had just left the cab, and the driver was waiting for new passengers. Casey chuckled to himself; what a lucky fellow he was.
But when he stepped closer, he noticed him. Gabe Santora. His smile vanished; for sure the last one he wanted to run into. Even if the bullying at school had died away after the alien incident; he had always stayed the geek and the jocks... Well, they had never been friends.
He watched Gabe opening the taxi's door, bending forward while he talked with the driver. And Casey huffed slightly; okay, he would have to wait for the next cab to show up. Which could take some time. Maybe he should go back inside for a hot coffee if he didn't want to turn into an ice block?
„Hey, Casey!“
The voice made him jump instinctively.
„Going home for Christmas?“
„Hm... yes.“
„Looking for a Taxi? Guess we could share one.“
Casey frowned, not knowing what to think about this. „It's okay; I can wait.“
„ Understand. But hey, we are not at Highschool anymore. No need to worry.“
„What do you want, Gabe?“
„Maybe... saying sorry?“ The boy shrugged. „I know, it was not okay, what happened. But Highschool is hell; if you don't play along, you are the loser. And I always wanted to belong to the winner. At least at school.“
He paused for a moment before continuing. „My dad left my mom when I was still a baby. She never got over it, drank too much, blamed me for her miserable life. I knew I had to fight, or I would end like her.“
Casey blinked. „Okay. I didn't know that,“ he murmured.
„I never told anyone before.“ A slight smile appeared on Gabe's face while he grabbed Casey's backpack. „C'mon, let's head home. Guess your mom is already waiting for you.“