hardy boys fan fiction
FEBRUARY FLIRTATIONS
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Aspen & Evergreen
Chapter 8
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Reacting instinctively, Frank swung around, clutching Megan against him so as to shield her with his body, and saw Joe doing essentially the same thing with Vanessa. There were shouted questions from the crowd, and some people started to move towards the stage.
The lead singer of the band grabbed his microphone. “It’s okay!” he called out, his amplified voice booming over the tumult. “Relax, it’s okay! We just blew an amp! Sorry for the scare!” He signaled to the band members, who were hastily switching amplifiers, and they began playing again, soothing music to calm the excited dancers.
Frank blew out a relieved breath, noting absently that his heart was pounding like he’d been running the quarter-mile.
“Frank? Frank, please, you’re squishing me!” Megan squirmed a little in his tight grasp.
“Huh? Oh – sorry, Baby, sorry! Over-protective much?” He grinned self-consciously, loosened his hold, and maneuvered her into dance position again. They began to move with the music, still trying to calm down from the scare. Vanessa and Joe left the dance floor, arms wrapped tightly around each others’ waists.
“Exciting end to the evening,” Megan chuckled a little and snuggled in.
“Glad it wasn’t anything more serious than a blown amp,” Frank responded, and cuddled her closer. “Let’s make this the last dance, huh? I think after that I’m ready to call it a night!”
She nodded against his chest. He kissed the top of her head lightly, and closed his eyes, letting the music carry them away. Maybe I’ll let Joe drive the car home...he had his turn in the back seat on the way....
“You guys were right – we had a perfect evening!” Jeremy Isaacs was nearly gushing as he settled himself on the sofa in the Hardys’ family room late the next afternoon. “It was perfect! I called that restaurant that you recommended, Frank, the one that didn’t take reservations, and they said it was first-come, first-served, so we arranged to go early. I picked Amber up at her house – I did everything right!” He laughed exuberantly. “I rang the doorbell, I waited patiently, I helped her with her coat...and she looked like an angel,” he digressed. “She was wearing a dark blue dress with a long-sleeved jacket over it, and she had a white fuzzy coat over everything. I offered her my arm when we went down the steps of her apartment building. She was tickled – you should have seen her smile. I love how she looks when she smiles like that; she’s so beautiful when she does....My heart was beating so fast I thought I might pass out....”
Joe and Frank were both grinning broadly, listening to this rapturous tale. “That boy done got it BAD,” Joe whispered, and Frank nodded agreement. “Babbling brook,” was his quiet comment.
“I got her safely to the car,” Jeremy continued, laughing, “but I almost shut her coat in the car door! That would have been awful – really mortifying. It would have spoiled all the good impression I’d made up ‘til then. I saw it just in time, and got it tucked in. Major faux pas, right? I mean, you just don’t shut your date’s coat in the car door! That ever happen to you?” he stopped to inquire of both Hardys.
“I don’t think it’s come up,” Frank said, after a moment’s thought. “Megan always pulls her coat in herself. SHE’S shut it in a time or two, though. Then she just cusses and opens the door and slams it shut again.”
“That’s Red,” Joe said philosophically. “Vanessa rarely wears long coats – last night excepted,” he continued. “She wears parkas in the wintertime mostly; they don’t interfere with door function.”
“So what else happened, Jeremy?” Frank encouraged.
“Well, I’d put her present in the back seat, and I got it out and gave it to her right before we went into the restaurant,” Jeremy continued. “I did what you suggested, Frank – roses, but little tiny miniature ones, so she didn’t have to mess with a big bouquet of long-stems. Pink,” he added, before they could ask. “Actually, I got her two presents. The flowers and a necklace with a cameo, but I gave that to her later. I opened the car door for her; I helped her out, I gave her my hand...and we didn’t fall down!” Jeremy smiled in triumph at this supreme accomplishment. “Jeez, I’m glad it’s been dry the last few days!”
Frank and Joe were once again trying to keep from bursting into outright laughter. Unable to speak without breaking up, Joe made a ‘keep going’ gesture with one hand.
“Well...we had to wait at the restaurant for awhile, for a table. So we went into the bar and had a drink while we waited. Amber likes white wine, but she doesn’t like red. Says it gives her a headache.”
“That’s pretty common,” Frank commented. “It affects a lot of people that way.”
“Well, we finally got our table, and it was a nice one, a little booth off in a corner. There were two tall candles on it, red ones. Since it was a booth, we sat close together, and that was great; we could lean in and talk. After we’d hung our coats up – there were little hooks on the edge of the divider – and sat down, Amber got a little box out of her purse and gave it to me. My hands were shaking so I could hardly get it open,” he confessed, blushing. “It was a really nice tie-tack – silver, and shaped like a police shield.” He pulled his jacket open to display the small ornament on his uniform tie. “See? Isn’t it nice?”
The Hardys admired it, agreeing that it was very nice indeed.
“I – um – so then I kissed her. She kinda blushed, but she didn’t seem to really mind all that much. And I gave her the cameo necklace then. She really liked it. At least I think she did. She kissed me back.”
“Sounds promising,” Joe offered encouragement.
“I don’t think I ever made a girl blush before...is that a good thing?”
“Megan blushes all the time. I wouldn’t worry about it. Maybe Amber’s just shy,” was Frank’s opinion. “Shy is okay. After all, you’re shy too. Maybe she just hides it better than you do, Jer.”
“Should I have asked first if I could kiss her?”
“Nah.” Joe spoke with the voice of long experience. “It’s easier to apologize afterwards than to ask first. Besides, it doesn’t sound like she was offended!”
“How was dinner?” Frank inquired, hoping to get them off the subject of Jeremy kissing Amber. There was such a thing as Too Much Information, after all, even for dating consultants!
“Oh...it was great,” Jeremy said rather vaguely. “Truthfully, I can’t remember what we had...except that dessert was chocolate-dipped strawberries. We ordered a bottle of wine with dinner, but I only had one glass, since I was driving. Amber had a couple....I’d asked her if she wanted to go somewhere to dance, after dinner, and she said maybe some other time, as she was feeling a little dizzy from the wine. Which is really a good thing, because, well, I told you about me and dancing.”
“I know what you mean,” Joe said. “I can’t waltz to save my life.”
Frank gave him an inquiring look. “Since when do you have to waltz?”
“Never mind. So, Jeremy, you feeling better about dating Amber now?”
“Well, I guess,” the young policeman conceded. “But it ‘s not like we’ve committed to each other or anything. I mean...I know she’s still going out with Ryan Hurley too. And that doesn’t do anything for my confidence. But at least this date went well, and it was an important one, too. Being Valentine’s Day, I mean.” He looked from Joe to Frank. “So now what do I do?”
Frank pondered. “I’m not sure.”
Joe, however, had an idea. “How about going to the Botanical Gardens for a winter picnic? You can get a basket made up from a deli, and there are nice places where you can eat in there, all tropical plants and flowers. It’s a nice change from the February weather outside. Or you could invite her over to your place for dinner.”
Jeremy eyed Joe with new respect. “The Botanical Garden’s a good idea. But the dinner...cooking’s not my largest talent,” he admitted. “Can you cook, Joe?”
“Well, I can boil pasta. And I’m pretty good at ordering pizza or Chinese take-out. And I microwave stuff okay.”
“Well, I’ve learned to cook out of necessity, since I’ve been on my own, but I’m no chef!”
“Maybe you could invite her over and cook something together,” Frank suggested. “That is, if she cooks! She might be no better at it than you are.”
“They can read recipes together,” Joe put in.
“I’ll have to clean the kitchen...” Jeremy was already lost in making plans.
Frank and Joe grinned at each other. “Well,” Frank said, “you can always fall back on Taka Java. There’s ALWAYS coffee!”
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