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FEBRUARY FLIRTATIONS
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by
Aspen & Evergreen
Chapter 4
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Sunday, everyone in the Hardy household slept late, lulled by the soft hushing sounds of the snow which had fallen lightly throughout most of the night. The boys and Laura had already retired by the time Bella slipped in from her date, so there was no further discussion of Jeremy Isaacs and his romantic relationships until the next morning.
But that didn’t mean Bella wasn’t curious. She nailed her cousins at breakfast.
“All right, tell me what happened last night with that Jeremy guy!” she demanded as she entered the kitchen where Frank and Joe were eating and reading the Sunday edition of the Bayport Gazette.
Joe surveyed her calmly over the edge of the sports section. “Client confidentiality.”
She smacked at the newspaper. “Don’t give me that! C’mon, dish!” She poured herself a glass of juice, sat down beside him and snuggled close. “Tell Tinkerbelle,” she coaxed.
“Curiosity killed the cat, Kitten-face.”
“Satisfaction brought it back – TELL ME!”
Chuckling, Joe capitulated, abandoning his attempt to read the paper. “Nothing big and important to tell, really. There’s a girl who works at the police station, in Records. Civilian, not a cop. Jeremy’s more than slightly enamored with her, and wanted some ideas on how to approach her to ask her out, and what to talk about if they did. We just suggested he ask her out for coffee as a starter, and listed things he might try talking about.”
“Such as?”
“Hobbies...interests...family,” Frank ticked them off on his fingers. “Are those okay with you, Dear Abby?”
She nodded, furrowing her brow thoughtfully. “Jeremy’s really shy, isn’t he?”
“Not in his professional capacity,” Joe stated firmly, not wanting to encourage any disparagement of Officer Isaacs. “He’s a very good police officer. It’s just the girl thing that’s throwing him.”
“Yes, yes, I know.” She flapped her hands dismissively. “I wonder what she’s like. Tell me!”
“Her name’s Amber,” Joe recited dutifully. “No last name specified. She’s in her mid-twenties. He didn’t give us a physical description, so I can’t tell you that. He wants to date her, and eventually to ask her to the Policemen’s Ball, which is in April. ‘Zat enough for you, Tink?”
“No, but I suppose it’s the best I can hope for, considering the source,” she retorted. “Aunt Laura, can you tell me more?” she pleaded, as Laura appeared in the kitchen doorway.
“Well, honey, I would if I could, but I didn’t stick around for the whole conversation,” Mrs. Hardy admitted. “I left right after Joe offered Jeremy membership in the ‘Hardy Better Dating Service.’”
“MOM!” Joe glared at his mother, affronted. “Why’d you tell her that?” He transferred the glare to Bella, who was curled up in her chair, convulsed with giggles. “It was a joke,” he added lamely.
“Really, Bella, you didn’t miss all that much.” Frank decided to put in his two cents’ worth in an effort to rescue Joe – and himself. “Jeremy’s going to ask Amber to go for coffee with him after work tomorrow. that’s all.”
Bella heaved an exaggerated sigh. “And I’ll be back in New York, and miss all the fun!” she lamented. “You better e-mail me or call me and tell me everything that happens!”
The boys exchanged sidelong glances. “We’ll see,” Frank temporized.
“What time do you have to leave, Bella?” Laura interposed, hoping to avert a confrontation between the cousins, as Bella began to bristle at the thought of being excluded.
“Tony’s going to pick me up about two o’clock. That ought to give us plenty of time to get back before dark, even if traffic is slow.” Diverted, Bella got up to get a bowl and a box of dry cereal from a cupboard.
“I’m glad the snow’s stopped,” Joe remarked, looking out a window into the back yard. “Don’t want you and Tony sliding into a telephone pole or something.”
Frank reached to pour himself another cup of coffee. “You have homework you need to do today, Joe?” he asked.
“No, finished it. Why?”
“Oh, just thought we could ask Megan and Vanessa over to play in the snow before Bella has to leave.”
The little blonde beamed all over her face at that. “Yes, do!”
“We can build a snowman – no, a snow fort,” Joe grinned. “And have a snowball fight.”
Frank had a few reservations about the girls enjoying a snowball fight the way Joe conducted them, but he didn’t voice them; he merely went to the phone to call Megan.
*****
The two girls arrived about noon in Vanessa’s Jeep Wrangler. Equipped with studded tires and 4-wheel drive, the little red-and-black vehicle maneuvered through the snow without hesitation, and Vanessa parked it on the street so she wouldn’t have to back out of the driveway later.
Warmly dressed in jeans covered by snow pants, parkas, boots, hats and gloves, Megan and Vanessa stayed out on the porch waiting for the others to join them for ‘playtime.’ Soon all six were involved in a hard-fought battle for possession of the Hardys’ front yard.
Frank, Tony and Joe could throw harder, but they tended to work singly, making and tossing snowballs individually – and being chivalrous where their girlfriends were concerned, tended to pull their punches somewhat and not throw as hard as they might have with different opponents. The girls banded together and worked as a unit; Megan and Bella packing snowballs as fast as they could and Vanessa hurling them almost nonstop at the boys, since she didn’t have to take time to create her ammunition. Megan and Bella had time to take an occasional shot as well – and none of the three were concerned about throwing the missiles gently.
Finally, soaking wet and chilled, they declared it a tie and trooped indoors, grateful for the welcoming warmth of the house and delighted to find a kettle of ‘real’ hot chocolate on the stove in the kitchen, and a pan of gingerbread fresh from the oven. They stripped off their wet outerwear and settled in to enjoy the treat.
“Oh Aunt Laura! Nobody ever makes hot cocoa from scratch except you!” Bella dipped up a mug full and took a blissful sip. “Mmmmm!” She sighed. “I hate having to go back to New York, now!”
“You know you love it there, Tinkerbelle,” Joe reminded her. “And you can come back soon.”
“And the chefs at Marco’s will make you hot cocoa from scratch, if you ask, I’ll bet,” Megan put in, smiling.
“Not as good as this!” Tony pronounced, and received a pleased smile from Laura.
“All right,” Vanessa said when the first servings of gingerbread were gone and everyone had a refill of cocoa. “Let’s hear about this thing with Jeremy Isaacs. You and Bella and Tony have been dropping hints and comments, and I want all the details!”
Chuckling, Frank briefly explained the situation, with added commentary from Joe and Bella. “Any suggestions are welcome,” he ended.
“I wish we could meet this girl,” Vanessa mused. She leaned back against Joe as they lounged on the couch. “See what we’re dealing with. I mean, what if she’s a cold fish, but Jeremy just can’t see it? What if she’s shifty-looking!”
Joe snorted. “SHIFTY-looking? Why would you think something like that? Although it sounds kinda interesting...ow!” He rubbed the spot on his arm where Vanessa had smacked him. “What was that for?”
“For being interested in shifty-looking girls!” she snapped.
“Aw, Babe, you’re the only girl I’m interested in, shifty-looking or not!” Joe leaned close and kissed her, effectively silencing her.
“I can’t imagine Jeremy being interested in a shifty-looking girl,” Megan commented, her blue-green eyes twinkling. “He’s too...straightforward!”
“But that’s just the sort that falls for a wicked woman of the world,” Bella returned, shaking her head sadly.
“Who says Amber’s a wicked woman of the world?!” Frank protested. “You girls don’t even know her!”
They stared at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “We’re just SAYING, Frank!” Bella sighed impatiently.
Frank looked at Joe, who was looking at Tony. As one, they shook their heads and almost-silently mouthed: ‘Women!’
The three pairs of wide, innocent eyes rolled to the ceiling as if it had been rehearsed. “Men!” was the hissed reply.
“I hate to interrupt this intellectual debate – but Bella, honey, you and Tony probably ought to be thinking about leaving.” Laura smiled at her niece. “It’s after two.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Bella got up. “All right, Aunt Laura, I’ll get my stuff – I’m already packed.” She went upstairs. Tony got up as well, and began to gather up his coat, boots and gloves.
A few minutes later Bella came down carrying her overnight bag, and a round of goodbye hugs began, as the whole group trooped into the front hallway to bid the travelers farewell.
“I expect those e-mails and phone calls!” Bella reminded them as she and Tony headed towards the driveway. Frank and Megan followed, walking the other couple to Tony’s car. “Megan, don’t let the guys forget to keep me updated on Jeremy and Amber!”
“I won’t, Bella,” the little redhead laughed. “Brrrr, it’s cold!” She shivered.
“At least it’s not snowing,” Frank said, echoing Joe’s earlier comment.
“Think about coming into New York,” Bella urged before she shut her door. “We can do something!”
“Okay, we will! Have a safe trip!” They waved as Tony backed out of the driveway and drove off down Elm Street.
“Bella’s a lot of fun – and Tony’s so happy!” Megan said, sounding pleased as she turned to return to the house. “Don’t you think—”
“LOOK OUT!” Frank bellowed suddenly, and gave Megan a hard push, sending her flying into the snowbank behind them!
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