hardy boys fan fiction
THE WRATH OF THE RED DRAGON
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Emachinescat
Chapter 3
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
“Love is in the house, and the house is packed. So much soul I left the back door cracked. Mama always said it’s a matter of fact, that when love is in the house, the house is packed.” --Love is in the House
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“Frank! Joe!” Laura Hardy’s jubilant voice rang through the house as she excitedly greeted her sons. The brothers grinned and stepped inside, giving their mother an affectionate peck on her cheek.
Fenton Hardy and his sister, the boys’ Aunt Gertrude, entered the room. After exchanging hellos, and after some scolding from Aunt Gertrude, the boys were finally seated in the living room with their family.
“So, how’s college been treating you, Joe?” Fenton asked his youngest son.
Joe thought for a moment, then said, “Well, all in all, the food’s good—“
“You’re only saying that because you eat off campus,” Frank pointed out.
“No, really?” Joe shot back, grinning. “Anyway, the food’s good, the teachers are okay, but the girls!” Joe let out a low whistle and Aunt Gertrude raised her eyebrows.
“Joseph Hardy, what have you been doing this week?” she snapped.
Joe felt his face turn red as he grinned sheepishly and said, “Nothing, Auntie. I’ve just met a lot of awesome girls, that’s all.”
“Hmph,” was the grudging reply, but their aunt said no more on the subject.
“And what about you, Frank?” Laura asked. “Sophomore year going okay?”
Frank nodded. “Totally. And, come to think of it—“ he cast a quick look at his Aunt Gertrude before continuing, “—I met a pretty awesome girl myself.”
“We both did,” Joe chimed in. “Well, I already knew them both. Sorta. But we went out tonight.”
Fenton smiled. “So that’s why you were so late.”
“Yeah,” said Joe.
“Who are they?” Laura wanted to know.
“Jasmine Richards and Isabella Starr,” Frank informed them. “Isabella is really cool—I think I’m going to really like her, but still, there seems to be something odd about her.”
“Hmmmm…could it be the pink and blue hair?” Joe said teasingly.
“Pink and blue hair?” Aunt Gertrude said shrilly.
Frank blushed. “It’s streaked. Not all pink and blue. Anyway, that’s not what was odd about Isabella. It almost seemed as if she was hiding something. She asked me if I have ever dealt with gangs, then clamped up. Wouldn’t say another word on the subject.”
Joe noticed that a frown was creasing his father’s forehead. “Dad? What’s up?”
Fenton clasped his hands together. “That reminded me—I need to speak with you boys in my study as soon as possible.”
Joe’s face lit up. “Another case?”
“Quite possibly,” Fenton said, looking distracted. “Come on up.”
“Wait—don’t you think the boys need something to eat first?” Aunt Gertrude said sharply.
Joe groaned and his aunt shot him a withering glance. “We ate on the way here—Olive Garden. I don’t think I can handle anything else.”
“Well, I thought I’d seen everything,” Aunt Gertrude said, partly to herself, “but I never thought I’d see the day when Joe Hardy wasn’t hungry.”
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