REWRITTEN! Made the boys way younger.
Deleted my old one as it was dumb and embarrassing, and wrote this.
Frank is 8 and Joe is 7.
Unfortunately, I own neither the Hardys. They both belong to Franklin W. Dixon.
Enjoy, and I hope you like it! :D
WARNING! It's very short!
"Frankie"
8-year old Frank opened his eyes to see his year younger brother standing over him, with tears in his eyes.
"What's up, little brother?" Frank asked softly, taking his small hand in his and giving it a squeeze.
"I had a bad dream" Joe sobbed.
"Here" Frank scooted over for his little brother to lay down with him.
Joe eagerly lay down, getting under the covers with this brother.
"Is it okay with you if I ask you what was your dream about, Joey?" Frank asked carefully.
Joe's tears streamed even more. "I dreamed that you died. I don't want to lose you, Frankie." He sobbed.
"Shhh…" Frank soothed. "Go to sleep, Joey. You're okay."
Joe just continued sobbing, and clung on to Frank as if he was going to go any second. "Don't go!"
Frank didn't know how to make this any better for his brother so he just pulled him closer, and began stroking his hair soothing him, "Shhh… go to sleep, Joey. You're okay, you're safe. I'm here."
It seemed forever to get Joe to calm down until he was finally fell asleep. Frank kissed the top of his head.
"I love you, Joey" he said as he, too, drifted off to sleep.
Sorry, I guess I was just a little lazy to write more. *looking sheepish*
Plsss review! :D