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FEBRUARY FLIRTATIONS

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Aspen & Evergreen

Chapter 6

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

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CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

Dearest, darling cousin,

Did I or did I not tell you to e-mail me and let me know what is going on with Officer Isaacs, and his impending date/s?  Did he ever work up the nerve to ask Amber out?  Is he, in fact out on a date even as we speak?  Have you had a chance to meet the girl and size her up? 

I’ve been waiting.  Patiently.

I suppose I could drive back to Bayport and express my patience in other, more ‘hands-on’ ways, if you prefer, but I thought I would give you a chance to rectify your mistake before I am compelled to use force.  I warn you, don’t stand between a girl and her news...or it may be necessary for me to tell Megan, and let you deal with her!  So there!  :-p

Other news:  Tony cut himself slicing tomatoes yesterday, and now has six stitches in his left hand.  He missed the nerves by something like a half-centimeter!  He’s okay, except in some pain, and not liking the stitches – poor baby!  He’s having to take time off from the restaurant, obviously – can’t be a sous-chef very well with only one working hand!

Ta-ta for now.  E-MAIL ME BACK!  OR ELSE!

Hugs,

Bella

Little Cousin:

Sorry not to have gotten back to you sooner, but we’ve been swamped – almost literally!

We had a water main pipe break in the house on Tuesday.  Yes, I did say inside the house.  Fortunately it was in the basement, and fortunately it’s fixed – but still, everything down there was wet, and all of us spent Tuesday evening and a lot of Wednesday getting everything out and dried up.  The plumbers had to replace one very long pipe, and weld it all together.  Everything that was on the floor was pretty well trashed, including some of Dad’s records from his early cases!  Mom, Megan [whom, as you know, now works part-time for Dad], and Vanessa spent most of yesterday working with blow dryers, trying to salvage as much as they could, but a bunch of it is just ruined.  The ink on the pages smeared all to heck, and you can’t read anything.

Joe and I sorted through boxes and boxes of books, mostly Aunt Gertrude’s, from when she was living with us.  When she moved to Florida she packed most of them up and stored them in our basement – worse luck!  We ended up having to throw out 80% of them [yes, we did call and ask her!  What do you think we are, stupid?  Don’t answer that.], and they are now in a dumpster awaiting pickup.  She had mysteries of all sorts, and some science fiction paperbacks, as well as a lot of more ‘worthy’ sorts of thing.  <G>  What a loss...Joe says she could have made money selling ‘em on e-Bay, but too late now.  And you cannot imagine the stink that old pulp paper made when it got wet – right before it disintegrated into mush!  YUCK!

Dad came home from his out-of-town trip just in time to pick up the Wetvac and go to work sucking up water – and then, switch to a mop!  He, Joe and I also spent quite a while yesterday building new cabinets so that things don’t sit directly on the floor any more.  Dad got several of those metal shelving units from the hardware supply store, and we set those up all along the walls.  Mom is going to sew curtains – or maybe just buy some plastic shower curtains – to put on them so we don’t have this problem again.

Are you panting with excitement over all this?  Don’t you love hearing about our flooded basement?  I know you wanted to have every single detail....Settle down, little girl, I’m getting to it; I really am.  <G>

Jeremy and Amber:  there’s been some fun, yes there has.  He did work up the courage to ask her out for coffee on Monday, and she accepted.  Being the curious [translation: nosy] types we are, Joe, Vanessa, Megan and I just HAPPENED to stroll into that particular coffee shop when they were there, and Jeremy was sort of forced to introduce us to her.  She seems nice.  I suppose she’s pretty enough – brown hair, which she wears sorta braided, brown eyes, wears little wire glasses – but as you know, I only have eyes for Megan!  Vanessa assures us that Amber is NOT shifty – I suppose that’s a relief.

They’re going out on a triple date with us tonight – movie and dinner [Italian!].  Jeremy is still learning how to talk to her, but at least when we saw them on Monday night they were laughing together.  That’s a good thing, right?

You can’t complain that I don’t write long, detailed e-mails, Bella!  Give Tony our sympathies – knife cuts are no joke! – and tell him to stay off his hand.  <G>

As ever,

Frank

Dearest Cousin,

Here it is MONDAY already, and yet it seems I have NO information on this so-called ‘triple date’ you referred to in your last e-mail.  Which, I might add, was sent on THURSDAY!  Can you count, dearest cousin?  That’s FOUR DAYS and no news!  And I don’t mean about your damp basement, either!

I must say I am sorry for your flood.  I can’t imagine Uncle Fenton was pleased to lose all those old records of his.  Are private investigators required to keep them for very long?  Will he be in trouble if he doesn’t have those records handy?

Tony’s hand is getting better.  The stitches are due to come out tomorrow, we hope, and his sense of humor is finally returning.  Enrico [you remember Enrico, don’t you?  The head chef at Marco’s?  He remembers JOE, at any rate!] is threatening to get Tony rubber knives – or plastic – to use, if he’s going to slice himself open using real ones.  I THINK Enrico was joking...but what do I know?  I just own the place, after all.  We all kowtow to Enrico!

Speaking of people – I e-mailed Joe the same day I did you.  Is his e-mail broken?  Did he lose his eyesight?  Are his hands bandaged so heavily he can’t type on a keyboard?  Did he, in fact, lose the ability to communicate altogether?  Tell the inconsiderate cad to e-mail me posthaste, or else!

Bella

I swear, if I ever see another wet book in my life, I am going into hiding and refuse to read again!

That’s all it’s been, Tink!  Books.  WET books.  Wet, squishy, falling-apart-in-your-hands books.  And they were AUNT GERTRUDE’S wet books, to boot! <Shudders>  Yeah, yeah, I know, you want to hear about Jeremy and Amber, but first I want my fair share of sympathy here, Tinkerbelle!  We had a basement full of wet books, and wet casefiles, and wet water, and it was a huge, smelly, sloppy, slimey, heavy mess!  <Deep sigh>  Pity me!

All right, all right, put down the meat cleaver!

If you MUST know about Jeremy and his wooing of the fair Amber, it seems to be going well.  At least she seems to think he’s funny.  Now there’s a thought, Tink – is it a good thing when a girl thinks you’re funny?  I know Vanessa laughs at ME, and that seems to be okay...but is it the same for every girl?  I don’t think Megan laughs much at Frank – she’s too busy gazing up at him and using those eyelashes!  But I digress.

We went out to a movie, and there seemed to be some cutesy whispering through it – in fact, I don’t know how much of the movie either Jeremy or Amber actually saw.  I wasn’t sitting next to them, but from what I could see, they looked more at each other than at the screen. 

Vanessa assures me that Amber is NOT shifty – this is a major concern, you know.  We’ll see how things progress.  He hasn’t eaten her mittens yet, that I know of, so there is hope.  Maybe he can handle things on his own from here – although if he can’t, the Hardy Better Dating Service is ready to step back in.  But I tell you, Tink, the price is gonna go up!

Condolences to Tony on that mishap with the knife!  Hope he’s feeling better by now.

Love ya,

Joe

My, my, you are the impatient sort, aren’t you?  Is it the Italian in you that makes you that way, or is it an inherent ‘girl’ thing?  Either way, it’s interesting to watch...from a distance.  I’ve noticed it in Megan and Vanessa too, so I’m leaning towards the latter view.  Patience, my child.

Joe has assured and promised me that he e-mailed you yesterday.  If he didn’t, let me know, and I’ll be sure to chastise him for you.  I look forward to it, in fact.

In answer to your question:  yes, we went on the triple movie/dinner date.  As far as Joe, Van, Megan and myself go, it was a successful evening – good movie, great dinner, although of course it didn’t compare with Marco’s – What?  You don’t want to know about whether we had a good time? 

Stop that hissing, you sound like a teakettle.

Jeremy and Amber sat close together and held hands, and I saw them whispering to each other during the movie – and I think I even saw a peck or two on the cheek in there somewhere.  Megan insists I am hallucinating [she was sitting between Amber and me], but I know what I saw! 

They were a bit subdued at dinner, which makes me think they might be more comfortable on their own – unless all their conversational leads have dried up already, in which case they’re in trouble!  They do have some interests in common, though.  Can you believe that she likes to go shooting at the firing range?  Jeremy let that slip Monday!  I guess they could always talk police business, if nothing else.

I should mention, however, that Jeremy called me again today and said that he’d asked Amber out for dinner again on Saturday, and she told him she already had plans for that night!  He said there’s been another officer hanging around Records a lot [Jeremy ought to know; he makes excuses to drop in there several times a day!] and Amber seemed to be smiling at him a lot.  I wonder if there’s trouble in Romance-land already?  He did say she agreed to go out again on Valentine’s Day with him, so maybe he’s just being paranoid.  Of course, no one says that Amber has to date only Jeremy.  That’ll about kill his confidence, if that’s the case.

As for Dad’s records, he’s not required to keep them past the court dates and any possibilities of appeals.  He likes to keep them, though, because he’s often found information from past cases that he can use in current ones.  I think he’s planning on writing his memoirs, too, when he hits decrepitude, and he was saving them for that illustrius task.  The girls managed to save about half of them – Megan says she’s STILL drying out papers and trying to sort through them!  Ah, the exotic tasks one has to perform, working for a private investigator!  Bet she’s sorry now she said ‘yes’ when Dad asked her, on the flight back from Hawaii!

And on that note, I must go write an essay.  I feel like I just finished one!

Always,

Frank

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