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"I see it! I see it Frank!" Joe yelled excitedly like a 5 year old who was given a free shopping spree at a toy store.
"Yeah, I see and I'm not blind you know!" Frank said jokingly back to his year younger brother.
Frank shifted his pack, stretching his tired back muscles from the 1½ hour hike through the winter scenery to their cabin.
Frank Hardy was 16 years old with brown hair, brown eyes and lean figure like his father, Fenton Hardy. His year younger brother Joseph Hardy who was actually 14 was only a week and a few days away from being 15, was almost his complete opposite with blond hair, blue eyes and a lean but turning muscular figure. His brother had his mother, Laura Hardy's fair features, blond hair, and blue eyes, while he had inherited his father Fenton Hardy's darker features, brown hair, brown eyes and tall, lean figure.
Frank grinned, happy to see his younger brother so happy. He could still remember the look on Joe's face when they had come home and found all the lights off. Joe had called out for their parents after turning on the lights to find a glass cup with water around it smashed on the ground. Joe had freaked out and Frank had feigned his worry, except he already knew what was going on. As they walked a little farther, following a trail to another smashed cup, they found a message saying they weren't going to see their parents for a few days, which scared Joe even more. When they reached the kitchen, the kitchen door had a message posted there saying, 'I hope you don't miss your mommy and daddy much.' He had purposely told his brother to check outside, giving some lame excuse that it must lead to something. They both opened the door, slowly to reveal a message written in red paint on butcher paper on the ground saying, 'Because its your birthday and your going on a vacation!' That was when their parents, Iola, Chet, Tony, Callie, Phil, and Biff jumped up from behind everywhere in the yard. Joe had been so shocked, he had gone weak in the knees, and everyone had to apologize to him for scaring him.
This had been a treat from their parents for a week off, due to Joe's coming birthday and their week off break. Fenton with the help of a family friend, Sergeant Con Riley had come to the cabin a few days ago to load everything into the cabin while the boys were in school, so their skis, snowboards, food, and drinks were already in the cabin. The cabin was borrowed from Frank's 15 yr old, blond hair, brown eyed girlfriend Callie Shaw's father. Their father was suppose to meet them on the last 3 days they would be spending up on the mountain cabin, because he wanted his boys to spend some brotherly time together.
Joe ran ahead of Frank towards the cabin, relishing the fact that he could finally put down his heavy pack and finally rest his aching back and legs. He didn't know what his brother had put as quote "extra" in his pack before they left the house.
When he reached the door, he reached for the door knob to turn it but it was locked. He realized he didn't have the key to the cabin, so Frank must have it.
"Frank! I need the key! Hurry up!" Joe yelled, wrapping his arms around his torso.
Needless to say, he was freezing, seeing that it was snowing a little and they have been outside for over an hour.
Frank rolled his eyes, putting his hands into his jeans. He dug around for a few seconds and froze. Where was the key? He patted his jacket, his back pockets, his front pockets and came out empty handed.
"Oh no…" Frank said, giving Joe a cheeky smile.
"What do you mean oh no? " Joe said with dread.
This can't be happening. They were an hour and a half away from the car, and Frank didn't have the key to the cabin.
"Now how are we supposed to get in?" Joe asked, putting his pack on the cabin door step.
He sat down on the ground with his elbows on his knees, blowing his warm breath over his hands.
Frank put his pack down next to Joe, trying to remember where his keys went. He swore he put it in his jacket pocket when they drove up here. It wasn't like him to misplace things, unless it feel out when he took his jacket off during the trip and then put it back on when they arrived.
"I think the keys dropped out of my pocket in the car." Frank said, shaking his head and looking up at the sky.
What a great way to start off their vacation.
"We have to walk back." Frank said, watching amusingly at his younger brother's face.
Joe sprung up, pulling on the door knob furiously.
"Come on! Open! Please!" Joe pleaded, pushing the door as hard as he could.
Frank pulled Joe away from the door, feeling guilty for not checking if his keys were still in his pockets.
"Come on. If we start now, we can come back faster." Frank said trying to lighten the mood up a bit but Joe wasn't looking any happier about their situation. "Think of it this way, we can get more exer…" Frank started to say until his brother's glare stopped him.
As Joe walked ahead of him, he picked up a hand full of snow, packed it together into a rough looking ball, and threw slightly hard at the back of Joe's head.
"Hey!" Joe yelled, turning around quickly just to have time to duck as another ball came flying his way.
Joe quickly took a chunk of ice he found on the ground and threw it at his older brother as they ran to the car.
"You can't get me!" Frank yelled back at his brother who was rapidly gaining on him.
Roughly 4 hours later…
Joe let out a loud yawn, stumbling his way through the snow. He was exhausted due to a very long walk, the snow, soaked boots, soaked clothes, chills, and the fact that he was too excited to sleep the night before.
They just came back from the car, and it just so happened that the keys fell in between the cushions in the driver's seat, so it took longer than expected to find the keys.
"Are we there yet?" Joe asked for the 50th time on their walk back.
"Almost."
"That's what you said the last 5 times I asked."
Frank was starting to get very irritated by his brother's whining. He understood why Joe was complaining so much but he was enduring the same elements of misery as he was.
Joe quickly shut his mouth, seeing Frank's demeanor change from understanding to frustration to very close to anger. Although Frank hardly ever got angry, the few times he did get angry were scary. He swore the top of Frank's head was going to pop right off when one of his rage modes get turned on.
Walking slowly for another 15 minutes, Joe was the first one to spot the cabin again. From what he could see, their packs were buried in snow.
"Home sweet home for the next week." Frank said as they slowly trudged their way to the cabin door.
Joe shivered as Frank put the key in to the lock and opened the door. They both grabbed hold of a pack, and dragged it into their house, throwing both of the packs right in the middle of the cabin.
"I get the bed!" Frank said quickly, lying back on the bed with a triumphant smile on his face.
Joe glared at Frank. He looked around the cabin, finally noticing one bed in the corner, a fire place on the other, a hard looking couch next to the bed, a small room to one side of the cabin for a bathroom, a cabinet next to the fireplace, and then a pile of stuff next to the bed. He could just see his snowboard under the mattress.
"All right, you called it." Joe said glumly.
He wasn't going to let something like a bed ruin his vacation/birthday present. He'd just have to make due with the couch.
Happy that his younger brother didn't complain about their accommodations, Frank got up, knowing that they both should be hungry and cold. Pushing himself up, he got on his feet to look for a lighter or some matches to light a fire, seeing that the same fireplace is their only source both of their necessities. He dug around a couple of the bags that his dad and Con brought in and found it inside the box of canned foods.
"Hey Joe, anything in particular you wanna eat." Frank asked as he took out a can of Chili. "Joe?" He said again, not hearing an answer to his question.
Frank turned around since Joe wasn't answering and saw his brother sprawled across the couch, still in his winter attire. He gave a slight smile because Joe always could sleep almost anywhere at anytime. It was like his younger brother was more 5 than 15 since he still seemed to need naps every once and a while.
"Come on Joey." Frank said, using Joe's babyish name to rouse him up.
Instead, Joe only turned into the couch in a fetal position.
Frank sighed knowing full well that Joe wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.
He quickly started a fire in the fireplace, opening a few cans of chili into a medium sized pot.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom and rumbling sensation.
Joe woke up startled, listening intently to catch what he thought he heard.
"Frank…"
"Get away from the windows! Avalanche!"
Okey Dokey…! Hope you liked this 1st chapter, 1st attempt to write Hardy Boys fanfiction! If you like, please give me some constructive criticism! If not… then this story will discontinue because I'd know no one wants to read it. Thank you and hope you review!
-Lgbabyblu