Zeke and Luther: That's what friends are for
AN: I wrote this story on the way to Florida. I was bored and tired. Hope it's good! Plus, the show is ending April Second! I'm very sad!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zeke and Luther! So sad!
'Where is Zeke?' I thought. I wanted to hang out with him today, but whenever I tried calling him on his cell, I would get his voicemail. I decided to try again. Ringing, ringing, ringing.
"Hey, this is Zeke… I'm probably out skateboarding so leave a message after the beep… BEEP!" I chuckled at Zeke's voicemail. I helped him do that.
"Hey Zeke. Listen, I'm really worried about you. Please call me whenever." I said, then hung up.
I went over to Don's to see if Zeke was there or not. When I walked in, there was barely anyone there. The only person in there was Zeke!
"Zeke! Z man, I was so worried about you!" I said, running up to his table. His head was down and his helmet was still on. "Z… What's the matter?" I asked, concern evident in my voice. He didn't life his head, so I took my chances and lifted his head up. His eyes were all watery and red.
"Nothing's wrong Luth. I'm just tired." He said, and put his head down again.
"Don't lie to me, Z. What happened?" I asked, sitting down across from him.
"Fine… If you want to know, my dad died… Ok?" He said, getting up from the table and leaving me sitting there in shock.
"Zeke… Man, I'm sorry!" I said, getting up. I went next to him to find him trying not to cry.
"It's fine. I'm just… upset…" He said, looking up at me.
"Listen, if you need me, for the funeral or anything, give me a call, ok?" I said, looking at him and putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Ok. Thanks bro. You're the best. I got to go, my mom said to be back." He said, getting on his skateboard and rubbing his eyes.
"No problem. That's what friends are for. See ya later." I said, and started following him to my house.