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[honeyandvinegar]

Well damn. Everyone's doing it.
Request a fic, y'all; Lij was a stinker! I love him so, but oh my. I'm sure it's for something other than "Don-feel-like-it, nyah!" because he is sweet. But he's still a poo!
So yes, anyone who needs a little cheering up, give it up. mews1945 and absolutefiction got the right idea. Go on ahead... even if yer just sad in general over it. I

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[honeyandvinegar]

Aw, too cute!!! :D

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It'd been two hours spent in this fucking place. Oh, this fucking place. Never did Zeke care for this sort of shopping, but the 'Riverbend Mall' was the only shopping area within twenty miles of Herrington. There was a KMart three blocks from Zeke's place, but like hell if he was going to grab something for Casey's birthday at the same place Mrs. Connor bought him those dorky shirts.

The thing that bothered Zeke most was the fact that it didn't matter anyone's age, race, religion, or sexual orientation... the people that hung out in malls walked at a turtle's pace, and NO one here paid attention to where they were going. When Zeke did some rare shopping, it was in and out; no stopping abruptly at windows or bashing a stroller into someone's ankles. Right at the moment, Zeke was moving at an annoying slow walk behind two girls chattering mindlessly on cell phones, bags swaying dangerously close to people passing. The world was fucked when they started driving... Zeke finally saw his chance to pass them as a break in the crowd served him escape. He didn't care when he bashed into the giant GAP bag the girl on the left carried, getting an annoyed sounding 'Hey!' from her. Fuck 'em.

So far every idea he'd had was shut down moments after thinking it. He didn't know Casey's waist size, no matter how many times Zeke had ripped his jeans off in fervor. The boy didn't wear cologne, and Zeke was glad for that; he smelled much better as 'Casey' instead of some Calvin Klein concoction. And now matter how many times Zeke had spent with him on small photography outings, he knew shit all about cameras. He'd get something that didn't match Casey's model, or something Casey had for his camera already.

This... was getting really... fucking... annoying.

Zeke finally had to stop, his feet feeling like they walked on hot coals. He flopped onto a small bench and wriggled his toes around, concerned at their numbness. He huffed out annoyed breath; why the hell did people have to celebrate birthdays anyways? So what? You were born, 'hooray'. Have a piece of cake and shut up...

No. Zeke couldn't think like this. Even if the idea of birthdays, Christmases, Easter bunnies, tooth fairies-- whatever the fuck else-- annoyed him, Casey always gave up a lot of love for Zeke. Even with Zeke's birthday being near Christmas, Casey had driven to Columbus just to get a comic Zeke had missing from a set of them that he'd collected as a kid. It wasn't the expense so much as the trouble Casey went through to get it for him. Zeke would forever wince at the memory of Casey showing up at his place on Valentine's Day with a fresh chocolate creme pie he'd picked up at the best bakery in town, just for them to share... Zeke giving him nothing in return. Casey had said he didn't care, but you could just tell...

This had to be something special. Something Casey would squeal over for weeks in a row. But if Zeke knew what that was-- maybe he was just in the wrong place. He got to his feet and tried considering other shops he could go to. There weren't many, but anything was better than this hell hole.

Still, he stopped in at the CVS drugstore before leaving. He had one cigarette left, and if he was going to be driving all over Ohio, he'd need reinforcements. He got to the counter and waited behind an older man, counting out change for his prescription. Zeke's eyes traveled around the shop a few moments, settling on the picture developing station.

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