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[16.March.2017] [The Faculty] [Time to say goodbye]
Titel: Time to say goodbye
Fandom: The Faculty
Characters: Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 446
Rating: PG13
Warning: side character death
Prompt: "Don't let them tame you."
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own The Faculty nor the characters
„So, what's going with you and this boy?“
Zeke finally dared to look up and to meet the eyes of his grandfather. Warm and friendly as ever, still some hilarious sparkles in them. What a contrast to his face, gray and haggard, like the rest of the former so athletic body. Tears were burning hot in Zeke's eyes, but he fought them back. Maybe he would cry later, in his garage, when he was alone.
„What boy,“ he asked and couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.
His grandfather smiled weakly.
„You've told me about him last time. The boy with this blue eyes.“
„Oh. Casey. We are lab partner at chemistry.“
„That's all?“
Zeke blinked, suddenly feeling nervous. He had never been able to fool his grandpa. The only one who had ever cared about him. No way that he would disappoint him with the truth.
„I'm old, Zeke, almost blind, and the cancer is about to win his fight. But I'm still clear minded. What you feel for him is different, isn't it?“
Unable to lie Zeke licked his lips.
„Maybe.“
„What's with him?“
„I don't know.“
„Well.“
With all afford the old man stretched out his hand and put in on Zeke's.
„Then it might be time to talk with him.“
Not knowing what to answer, Zeke murmured: „Dad would kill me when he finds out.“
„Oh.“
His grandfather closed his eyes, looking pretty exhausted.
„Don't, Zeke, promise me. Don't!“
Suddenly Zeke felt the urge to run away. He couldn't endure this for longer; for three months already he was visiting his grandfather in the hospice and every day his condition was worse. He had called his parent twice during the last week, but as ever, their business was more important than their family.
„Everything will be okay, Grandpa,“ he whispered, unable to hold back his tears for longer.
„Don't worry, I will deal with it.“
The old man opened his eyes again, searching for eye contact.
„I know, you will,“ he said, his voice almost inaudible now, the breath slow.
„You are a decent young guy, Zeke, wild and untamed. And you won't let it happen that they change you. Prom… mise me.“
Zeke swallowed hard.
„I won't,“ he answered.
„I promise you, I won't.“
A faint smile turned up on the face of the old man.
„That's good.“
…
Zeke was sitting beside the bed of his grandfather for the rest of the night. Until it was over. He couldn't cry anymore. But he made a decision. Next Monday, after school, he would offer Casey Connor a ride home.
Fandom: The Faculty
Characters: Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 446
Rating: PG13
Warning: side character death
Prompt: "Don't let them tame you."
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own The Faculty nor the characters
„So, what's going with you and this boy?“
Zeke finally dared to look up and to meet the eyes of his grandfather. Warm and friendly as ever, still some hilarious sparkles in them. What a contrast to his face, gray and haggard, like the rest of the former so athletic body. Tears were burning hot in Zeke's eyes, but he fought them back. Maybe he would cry later, in his garage, when he was alone.
„What boy,“ he asked and couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.
His grandfather smiled weakly.
„You've told me about him last time. The boy with this blue eyes.“
„Oh. Casey. We are lab partner at chemistry.“
„That's all?“
Zeke blinked, suddenly feeling nervous. He had never been able to fool his grandpa. The only one who had ever cared about him. No way that he would disappoint him with the truth.
„I'm old, Zeke, almost blind, and the cancer is about to win his fight. But I'm still clear minded. What you feel for him is different, isn't it?“
Unable to lie Zeke licked his lips.
„Maybe.“
„What's with him?“
„I don't know.“
„Well.“
With all afford the old man stretched out his hand and put in on Zeke's.
„Then it might be time to talk with him.“
Not knowing what to answer, Zeke murmured: „Dad would kill me when he finds out.“
„Oh.“
His grandfather closed his eyes, looking pretty exhausted.
„Don't, Zeke, promise me. Don't!“
Suddenly Zeke felt the urge to run away. He couldn't endure this for longer; for three months already he was visiting his grandfather in the hospice and every day his condition was worse. He had called his parent twice during the last week, but as ever, their business was more important than their family.
„Everything will be okay, Grandpa,“ he whispered, unable to hold back his tears for longer.
„Don't worry, I will deal with it.“
The old man opened his eyes again, searching for eye contact.
„I know, you will,“ he said, his voice almost inaudible now, the breath slow.
„You are a decent young guy, Zeke, wild and untamed. And you won't let it happen that they change you. Prom… mise me.“
Zeke swallowed hard.
„I won't,“ he answered.
„I promise you, I won't.“
A faint smile turned up on the face of the old man.
„That's good.“
…
Zeke was sitting beside the bed of his grandfather for the rest of the night. Until it was over. He couldn't cry anymore. But he made a decision. Next Monday, after school, he would offer Casey Connor a ride home.