hardy boys fan fiction
PARADIGM
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by
Copagirl
Chapter 3
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
The next morning as Frank ate breakfast Joe was still upstairs fast asleep. The older Hardy boy was alone – Fenton had left that morning to work on a new case. Laura and Aunt Gertrude were at the Red Cross and would return later that afternoon.
As he chewed a mouthful of cornflakes Frank smiled to himself, thinking about Joe’s reaction towards Iola and how she had helped protect Chet. She had been amazing…was it any wonder that Joe had feelings for her? Now if only his younger brother would realize that his feeling for Iola was more than friendship!
Frank had to chuckle as he recalled his early days with Callie. He had been so shy around her – blushing and stuttering whenever he had to talk to her. Joe could have taken advantage of the situation – oh, his younger brother never missed an opportunity to tease, but he always did it when they were at home. That reason alone kept Frank from forcing the issue with Joe.
Suddenly there was a loud thump, then it sounded as if someone had fallen down the stairs. Frank winced, thinking it was a good thing his mother and aunt weren’t home. Joe always scared them when he came down the stairs for breakfast. Frank looked up and watched Joe enter the room.
“Sheesh, Joe – no wonder Mom and Aunt Gertrude almost have a heart attack when you come down the stairs! It sounded like you fell!” Frank frowned at his brother.
“I did fall,” mumbled Joe.
“What?! Are you all right – did you hurt yourself?!”
“No, my foot slipped on the second to last step…I’m fine.”
Joe’s hair was a disheveled mess; his eyes were barely open. Wearing a torn T-shirt and pajama boxers, the blond teen yawned as he found a bowl and a spoon. He barely glanced at the cereal box on top of the counter as he started towards the pantry.
“Mom said no Frosted Flakes or Fruit Loops – if you want some sugar, slice up some fruit for the Corn Flakes.”
Joe mumbled something as he searched for his cereal. Frank calmly finished his cereal, waiting for Joe to realize that his two favorite breakfast cereals were not there.
“Okay…where’d you hide them?” asked Joe, trying to suppress a yawn.
“I didn’t hide them anywhere. Mom had Aunt Gertrude take them out, then they left along with the cereal.”
“Doesn’t Mom understand I can’t function without my sugar rush?!”
“She understands that you function a little too well!!” Frank teased.
Joe didn’t comment as he took some fresh strawberries from the refrigerator. Taking a handful out of the container, he then began slicing them – soon the corn flakes were almost invisible beneath the strawberry slices he had on top.
Frank chuckled softly as he watched his brother. “So what do you want to do on our first day of summer vacation?”
*****
While Joe and Frank were contemplating their plans, over at the Morton farm Iola had finished her chores. She walked in the back door which led to the kitchen, and found her mother taking some fresh muffins out of the oven.
“Mmm, those smell yummy!” Iola smiled at her mother. “I don’t mean to be complaining but…didn’t you just make us a huge breakfast?”
“These aren’t for us,” replied Mrs. Morton with a smile. “I made these for—”
“Do I smell blueberry muffins?” asked Chet as he came thundering into the kitchen.
“As I was about to tell your sister,” said Mrs. Morton, slapping Chet’s hand away, “I made these for your friend Tony and his uncle.”
Mrs. Morton tried not laugh when she saw the disappointed expression on her son’s face. She arranged the muffins in a medium-sized basket and covered them with a checkered cloth napkin.
“I’d like both of you to get cleaned up, then you can take the muffins over to Tony. And Chet – no sampling the muffins!”
It was almost eleven a.m. when Chet and Iola left the farm with Chet driving his beloved ‘Queen’ to Tony’s house. The ‘Queen’ was an old jalopy that had originally belonged to Chet’s grandfather – the car had been handed down to Chester Morton Senior, who then handed it down to his son. Chet spent many weekends and summer days fixing the old jalopy. Working on the ‘Queen’ was the only hobby that Chet stuck with…and the stout teen had a lot of hobbies!
Just as Chet was driving up to Tony’s house he saw a familiar yellow sedan pull up to the curb. Chet carefully parked in front of the Hardy vehicle.
“Hi Frank – Joe!” Chet sketched a wave as he got out of the car.
Joe felt his heart beat a little faster when he saw Iola get out of the car. When she picked up a basket Joe hurried over to help her.
“Let me help you with that!” Joe smiled shyly at her.
“I don’t know,” said Iola with a teasing twinkle in her eye. “I’m under strict orders to keep these away from Chet and you’re as bad as he is when it comes to my mom’s blueberry muffins.”
“Oh that hurt!” gasped Joe as he slapped a hand across his chest as if he were in pain.
Iola rolled her eyes heavenward, giggling as she walked around Joe. He quickly turned around to catch up to her, then walked beside her with his hands in his pockets.
Tony was standing outside talking with Chet and Frank.
“Hi Tony – Mom hopes these will make you heal faster.” Iola lifted the cloth napkin to reveal the muffins.
“Mmm, they smell delicious!” Tony closed his eyes as he took in the aroma.
“Hey wait a second…you mean Chet didn’t try and eat these on the way here?”
“Not for lack of trying!” laughed Chet good-naturedly. “But my sister has a ferocious right hook!”
“Yeah, especially when she’s holding on to a deep dish pizza pan!” chuckled Tony.
Iola blushed but felt proud that she had been able to help her brother. She took the teasing good-naturedly as she gave Tony the basket.
“Come inside and I’ll share the muffins with you.”
Wide grins could be seen as the group followed Tony into the house. Joe and Iola were behind everyone – he wasn’t sure why, but he gently placed his hand on Iola’s shoulder and then leaned down and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
“I thought what you did last night was awesome,” he whispered in her ear.
Iola ducked her head, smiling shyly as she quickened her steps to enter the house before Joe. Standing in the doorway, Joe couldn’t believe that he had kissed Iola’s cheek. As he closed the front door he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her on the lips.
*****
Tony’s uncle had given him the day off, and Chet suggested that they go to the Morton farm and go swimming in the pond close to his home. His suggestion was met with approval; soon phone calls were made and Phil, Biff and Callie readily agreed to the plans.
Iola and Chet left; Mr. Morton had made a barbeque pit near the pond and Chet wanted to have a barbeque.
Frank and Joe went home to get their swimming trunks, promising to come back for Tony.
Before arriving at the Morton farm the Hardys stopped at the store to buy chips and sodas. Chet had mentioned grilling hot dogs so Tony picked up a few extra packages of hot dogs and buns. Joe added paper plates and napkins.
As they walked out of the store Joe noticed two boys leaning casually against a tree. One was a Hispanic teen with long shaggy hair falling to his shoulders, the second teen a freckle-faced red-head. They were sharing a cigarette. Joe didn’t know why, but something about the two boys made him wary.
“Frank…”
“I see them – just ignore them.”
“Do you think they’re friends of Spike’s?” asked Tony as he glanced at the two boys.
“I’d bet on it! I noticed them earlier when you were getting the plates and napkins,” Frank said as he calmly opened the passenger door.
“Think we should check around the tires and make sure they didn’t drop down any nails or glass?” asked Joe.
“Already got that covered,” answered Tony as he walked around the car.
Satisfied that the car hadn’t been tampered with, Frank, Joe and Tony got in and Frank drove away.
Flicking the cigarette to the ground the red-head silently pushed himself away from the tree.
“Let’s go, it’s almost time for Spike’s arraignment.”
“What if his mom doesn’t want to bail him out?”
“What do you think? Payback, Carlos my man…payback time!”
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