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Title: The Elegant Suit
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 195
Prompt: elegant
Rating: PG13

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Zeke eyed his friend, slightly amused. „Woah, that's an elegant suit. And the dark blue shirt meets your eyes perfectly.“

Casey sighed. „If you say so.“

„You don't think so? So, why do you wear it?“

„Well, I am not used to dressing up like this. But Deliah says, I can't show up at the interview with the GQ in jeans.“

„Oh, this again. Deliah is a bitch who would never miss an opportunity to put on a show. But you don't have to follow all her wishes when it makes you uncomfortable. The GQ wants an interview with a talented young boy from Herrington, Ohio, who won the Leica Oskar Barnack Award for junior photographer. They won't expect you to turn up like a Hollywood star on the red carpet.“

„You think so?“ Looking relieved, Casey didn't hesitate and loosened his tie.

„Yup. Just be who you are, and everything will be fine.“ Zeke paused, then he bent forward to place a kiss on Casey's lips. „Though I wouldn't mind if you wear this suit once again this evening. Just for me. Because you look pretty hot in it.“

Title: In Serious Trouble
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 505
Prompt: trouble
Rating: PG13

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„Why did you do this? Why do you were so mean to him?“ Blue eyes sparkled, full of anger. „And what are you doing here anyway?“

Zeke shrugged. „It's a club I use to visit almost every weekend. Which is not exactly what can be said about you. I would never have thought of meeting the golden boy of Herrington High at a wicked club one day. Together with a fucker who could almost be his father.“

Casey frowned. „I don't know what you are talking about. He is... “ he tried to explain, but Zeke shook his head.

„Oh, stop it; don't try to fool me. I've got eyes in my head. It wasn't difficult to figure out what was going on. I just can't get it that you are that stupid.“

„What's stupid with it, to meet a good friend?“

Zeke rolled his eyes. „I hope you don't believe your own shit. A good friend? Where did you meet him? At the chess club? At a galerie?“

„We are visiting the same photo website.“ Casey blinked, slightly nervous now. „We chatted for about a month already, and when I told him that my parents aren't at home for the weekend, he suggested meeting tonight. There's nothing wrong with it.“

Zeke huffed. „How can it be that a boy with such a brilliant mind falls for this bullshit? Casey, Casey, you can't be that desperate. It might be difficult to be gay in a small town like ...“

Casey's eyes widened while he blushed. „I am not...“

„Well, I don't care,“ Zeke interrupted him. „But I can tell you that he was thinking the same. And he didn't invite you into a club for chatting about photos.“

„Why do you say this?“ Now Casey was pale like a sheet; Zeke cursed silently, hoping he wouldn't collapse immediately. „You don't know anything about him.“

„Oh yes, I do.“ Maybe it was harsh to be honest like this, but Casey needed to face the truth. „He is here almost every weekend with a different guy. Young, inexperienced, ready to believe all the shit he tells them. At the end of the evening, they are much too drunk to think about the consequences of their doing, and they don't mind going home with him. Do you want to hear more?“

Casey licked his suddenly dry lips. „No!“

„Good. Then, maybe I can give you a ride home now? Unless you want to stay here, waiting for the next prince.“

„No,“ Casey repeated. „I just can't get it … why the hell do you do all this? You never acted as if you were interested in me.“

„I am not, I promise." Zeke chuckled slightly. "But we are lab partners!“

„What?“

„We are lab partners at school. Not interested in getting a new one. You were in serious trouble, so I had no other choice but to save your stupid ass. Don't get carried away.“

Title: The Lunchbox
Character: Tabitha Matthews, Jim Matthews, mention of Victor Kavanaugh
Word Count: 354
Prompt: lunchbox
Rating: PG13

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„Did you hear about it?“ Jim controlled the windows for a last time; the night was almost there, and the creature would come, looking for them. „Victor had a breakdown this afternoon. He's in the hospital ward now; they had to fix him to his bed.“

„Yeah,“ Tabitha said. „It's because of his lunchbox, I guess.“

„Hm?“ Jim looked at her questioningly. „What do you know about this?“

„I didn't mean to harm him; only wanted to risk a look.“ Her voice sounded low. „Thought that whatever he is hiding in there can maybe bring us closer to home.“

„Tabby, no!“ Jim was shocked. „What did you do?“

„I wanted to bring it back before he would even notice that it's gone.“ Her hands were shaking when she grabbed her mug with tea. „But he came back too early because of the storm. I am so sorry for that; I can't even say what's gotten into me. But the box was just there, in the middle of his bed, and...“ She shrugged, feeling helpless. "I don't know, I just took it with me."

„Did you...“ Jim hesitated. „... open it?“

Tabitha shook her head. „No. The moment I put the box on this table, it was like waking up from a dream. The content in this box is all that's still left from his past. How could I do what I did? I don't want to imagine his feelings when he noticed his loss.“

„Life is pretty crazy at the moment. We all are overstepping the lines now and then.“ Reassuring, Jim put an arm around her shoulder. „We will give it back to him. Maybe we can say we found it on the road or in the diner. He doesn't need to know the truth.“

Tabitha stared at him silently, letting his words sink in until she finally shook his head. „No! I will go to him first in the morning and tell him all I have done. He might hate me for it, but that's okay. At least I will not hate myself for lying to him.“