hardy boys fan fiction
THINNER
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by
Antigone
Chapter 4
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
“Hardy!”
Joe
turned from the locker-room door at the sound of his Coach’s voice.
“Come
into my office for a minute.”
Joe
trekked across the gym, leaving his friends behind.
“It’s
been a few weeks,” Coach Finley explained. “You want to hop on the
scale?”
“Sure,”
he said, startled by how nervous he suddenly felt.
He’d
stuck to salads, sandwiches, and fruit the past few weeks, and begun to
notice his clothes loosening a bit. His mother had told him he’d
lost—Frank too. He’d surprised himself with how easily it had come
off, and how little food he could really run on.
The
weight wanted to, needed to come off. You ought to keep going. More
wants to.
As
Joe stepped on the scale, he marveled at this voice that had entered his
head, this constant presence that appeared whenever he was hungry, which
was often now.
Just
listen to me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll get rid of it for you. Just
trust me.
“Let’s
see,” Coach Finley stepped forward and pushed the dial on the scale up
toward the 180’s; Joe found himself holding his breath. But after a
moment the coach let out a low whistle.
“Congrats,
son. You lost ten pounds. Good job. Just work at keeping it off, all
right?”
“Sure,”
Joe answered numbly, only half listening.
I
don’t really need a whole sandwich for lunch. I could do with just
fruit. And dinner’s the worst. But if I cut back on breakfast…or even
skipped breakfast…
“Joe?
Are you all right?”
The
younger Hardy realized he hadn’t moved from the scale and stepped
carefully back.
“Fine.”
“All
right. Take it easy, you hear? That was a lot of weight to shed in a few
weeks.”
“Sure,
Coach. Thanks.”
Joe
headed from the office to the locker room, knowing Frank would be out in
the parking lot with the van waiting for him.
You
don’t just need to cut the food out, you know. There’s exercise, lots
of it. Step that up and the food down and it’ll come off faster.
Joe
paused in the doorway, suddenly feeling breathless. The workouts had
gotten gradually more intense as the season went on; sometimes they felt
too much to the younger Hardy, who felt light-headed and on occasion,
weak.
It’s
just for a few more weeks. Just a few more pounds.
Frank
was in the parking-lot, a notebook spread opened in front of him on the
steering wheel. Joe smiled at the familiar sight of his brother, unable
to leave his work long enough to meet him, then felt a sudden burst of
sadness as he thought of how the van would be waiting for him next year,
but his brother wouldn’t be in it. Joe would be on his own.
Suddenly
cold, Joe shivered and knocked on the driver’s-side window, startling
his older brother.
“Hey,
didn’t see you,” Frank said with a grin. “Hop in.”
Joe
bit his lip. “I think I’m going to walk home today.”
The elder Hardy’s face
instantly went into a frown. “You sure? You don’t want to over do
it.”
“It’s no big
deal,” Joe said easily. “I’ll walk slow.”
“It’s still a couple
of miles.”
“I could use the
exercise.”
The older Hardy frowned.
“Joe, you had gym, plus the workout at practice, plus the run we do
everyday. Don’t you think it’s a little much…”
“No. Frank, it’s
fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“But I am
worried. I think you’re getting too into this…”
“Frank,
for God’s sake, I’m not some girl,
it’s fine, okay, Coach said I
had to lose another ten pounds,” he lied, inwardly surprised at how
easily it came out, how convincing he was being. He never lied to his
brother. He’d never needed to
lie to his brother. And, suddenly, he hoped that Frank would somehow see
through it, get out and force him in to the van, drive him somewhere and
order food and command him to eat, fill the growing emptiness, take the
dizziness away.
Look
how weak you are. Pathetic.
“I just want you to be
healthy,” Frank said gently. “I’m not trying to offend you.”
The younger Hardy’s
shoulders slumped. “I know,” he murmured. “I’m okay.”
Frank didn’t look
convinced, but nodded all the same. “Why don’t we go out tonight.
Meet the guys at Mr. Pizza or something.”
“I’d rather eat at
home,” Joe almost snapped. Nothing was worse than the smell of
all that grease and sauce and cheese. Not when you’re hungry.
“Then let’s go drive
somewhere. I don’t know. I feel like we don’t hang out anymore.
You’re always out exercising, or doing homework, or taking naps.”
Joe smiled and touched
his brother’s arm through the window. “Then we’ll do something,
okay? Don’t worry so much. I’ll see you at home, all right?”
Frank rolled his eyes
and turned the key in the ignition as Joe turned and made his way across
the parking lot toward the road, eyeing the slightly thinner waist, the
slightly narrower hips, and wondering why this made him feel cold.
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