hardy boys fan fiction
THE TROUBLE WITH RED
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by
Phoenix
Chapter 4
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Joe grunted as the man nailed him right on his bruised jaw, but had no time to reflect as the guy was swinging again. This time, the young sleuth’s reflexes kicked in and he managed to block the attack and then grabbed the man’s wrists, twisting him around and into a quick submissive hold.
The man struggled and cursed as Joe tried to calm him down. “Hey buddy—” he started, before something hard hit him from behind as a woman’s voice shrieked:
“You brute! Let my Ronnie go! Help! Help! Monster! Assault!!”
She swung at Joe again with her purse, smacking him squarely on the arm this time.
In an attempt to defend himself against her and keep a hold of her nutso boyfriend, the blond – oops, I mean – the red-haired teen swung around, trying to keep Ronnie between him and her. But the purse-wielding psycho-ette countered his move and continued swinging at him, landing two more good shots.
Joe had no idea what this girl had in her purse, but right now he was willing to bet it was at least a brick.
The sound of a car screeching to a stop and doors opening heralded his relief as Frank and Tony charged up the sidewalk towards them. Frank grabbed Selina’s purse in mid-swing while Tony stood between her and Joe, his hands held up, willing everyone to stop.
“Whoa,” the Italian youth said. “Everybody just calm down—”
“But—” Selina interrupted as she pointed her finger animatedly at Joe. “Make him let go! He’s hurting my Ronnie!”
The younger Hardy released the man and then moved quickly to stand beside his brother. Frank gave him the once-over, his eyebrows raising questioningly when he noticed the younger teen gingerly rub his jaw.
Joe rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. He was actually getting too tired to comment – he really just wanted to get home.
“I think I can straighten this out, easily enough,” Tony said to the young couple. His tone was light but his body was tense, just in case Ronnie decided to go vigilante on his friend again. Behind him, Frank was just as watchful.
“This yahoo—” he shot Joe a grin as he pointed to the younger Hardy, “is not the same yahoo who was putting the moves on your lady….While they might share similarly blinding heads of hair, I can assure you that my buddy Joe ain’t that same guy.”
Ronnie scowled at Tony for a moment before taking a good look at Joe. Selina tilted her head to the side and then tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Well,” she admitted, “this yahoo—” Joe grimaced as beside him, he heard something that sounded suspiciously like a snicker. “Has much prettier colored eyes.” She smiled at the younger Hardy and batted her lashes. “Much prettier.”
“Oh geez,” Ronnie exhaled loudly and grabbed his girlfriend’s arm, pulling her away from the other boys. “C’mon, you tramp.” He glanced back at Joe and offered an insincere apology as Selina raised her voice in protest. “Sorry ‘bout this.” And then they were gone, in a rush of bickering voices and swishing blond hair.
“That guy is a JERK,” Joe said with heartfelt enthusiasm and then he turned on his friend, “Yahoo?”
Tony grinned and shrugged, “There are worse things to be called.”
“That’s for sure,” Frank agreed and then deadpanned. “Joe’s older brother is one of them.”
“Ouch,” his younger boy grumbled, as he made an elaborate show of rubbing his sore jaw again and then inspecting his body for purse bruises. “That’s it. Kick a man when he's down.’
“A man?” Frank smirked. “Where?”
Joe turned an exasperated look on Tony. “See what I have to put up with?” He feigned indignation and turned to leave. “I’m going back in the van.”
“It’s still got a flat,” Frank needlessly reminded him as both he and Tony followed Joe, and stopped next to the busted tire.
“Wow,” the olive-skinned youth whistled in appreciation. “You guys never do things halfway, do you?”
“We’re not allowed,” Joe told him as he leaned against the side of the vehicle and looked at the other two boys tiredly. “It goes against the first rule in the Hardy Family Rule book…” His friend and brother looked at him and he managed a grin as he finished. “Never do things halfway!”
Frank cuffed the back of his head lightly as Tony just groaned and then offered, “Well, it’s your lucky day in one respect,” he continued when the brothers looked at him. “My shift is over so I can give you a lift by your place to grab the spare.”
“Thanks Tony,” the dark-haired Hardy said and glanced at his brother. “I think you’d better take that trouble magnet. He was bad enough before, but that flaming red hair seems to be a homing beacon today.”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny, and just whose fault is that?” Joe retorted, making his brother sigh exaggeratedly and roll his eyes:
“We’ve been through this before. Now repeat after me,” he slowed down his words. “Not. Frank’s. Fault.”
“Is too.” Joe turned around and pulled open the van door. He moved to spread out across the bench seat. “Frank, you go with Tony, I think I’m going to finish my original plan. Pizza’s all gone. Now it’s nap time.”
“Little brothers,” Frank growled but it was hard to miss the affectionate look he shot at the younger boy, now fully stretched out and attempting to get comfortable.
Tony chuckled. He glanced at the older Hardy. “C’mon, you can tell me all the gory details about Joe’s new do on the way.” Frank didn’t say anything for a moment as he continued to watch his brother. “Or,” the other youth amended his offer. “You can stay here with Joe and I’ll run by your house and get the tire. Doesn’t matter to me, since I’m already committed to the drive to and from anyway.”
Frank glanced at him, “You sure you don’t mind?”
The other teen brushed him off. “Frank. Do you even have to ask? You and Joe are friends, and it’s nothing more than what you'd do for me.”
“Thanks Tony,” Frank said, smiling, as he slammed the van door shut and walked with his friend the few feet between the Hardy vehicle and Tony’s. When they stopped he glanced back at the van. “I’ll just feel better waiting here with Joe. It’s not been one of his better days.”
“I hear you, buddy,” Tony told him as he opened his car door. “You guys hang tight. I’ll be back in about half an hour.”
Frank glanced at his watch and nodded. “Sounds good. See you in a bit.” He watched the car pull away from the curb and disappear before he went back to the van and opened the driver’s door. He might as well use the time to recharge his cell phone while he waited – the van had a flat tire but nothing was wrong with the engine.
Turning the van on and setting up the charger in the cigarette lighter, Frank turned the radio on low and leaned back in the seat. Behind him, he could hear his brother’s soft breathing and knew the kid was asleep.
He couldn’t help but shake his head. Only his brother could get into so much trouble because of a bad dye job.
‘Thankfully’, he thought as he closed his eyes and relaxed against the seat, ‘all we have to do is change the tire and drive home…piece of cake...’
Unfortunately, Fate heard and snickered…
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