Disclaimer: I am 100% sure I don't own the Hardys or Nancy. Wonder what a person has to do to get them.. Hmmmm..
The flight to Chicago has finally landed and the passengers were allowed to leave the plane that they boarded 43 minutes ago. Bess gave a large yawn and stood up to strech her body while her cousin George reached up to retrieve their bags from the compartment.
" I can't believe we are at Chicago! The city has dozens of boutiques and malls, I can live here forever!" Bess exclaimed.
"But don't forget that we're here on a case. I have to talk to the people in Seeryne Falls before you can go around shopping. George, please keep an eye on Bess or she'll run off again."
George nodded with a smirk and handed Bess her leather handbag. As she reached for Bess's other shoulder bag, a man bumped into her, causing her to slip forward, her hands frantically reached up to hold on to something solid. A firm hand caught hold of her shoulder and another one that she recognised as Nancy's caught hold of her other shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?" a velvety voice inquired. George turned around a saw a brown haired boy no older than her age staring at her. She nodded wordlessly.
"See Frank, people these days have no manners, they bump into people then leave, what gentlemen!" another boy with beautiful blond hair told the other sarcasticaly.
Nancy quickly thanked the boys. One replied with a soft smile whilst the other bowed down playfully. After they took their leave, Bess screamed ecstaticaly, " George, those boys were gorgeous! Oh Nance, why didn't we get their phone numbers?"
"And the Chicago fever begins." Nancy laughed while giving a hand to George with the bags.
Nancy clambered away from her seat and swiftly snatched up her tote bag from underneath the seat. She tucked a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear and moved towards the exit, with her friends following closely behind.
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On a plane ride to Chicago, Joe Hardy sat in his seat impatiently. " Why won't this plane fly faster?" he ranted.
His brother, Frank Hardy rolled his eyes and continued burying his face in the travel guide of Chicago that he bought just before the flight. They sat on a plane from New York and changed planes at a town called River Heights just to get to Chicago. The jet lag was already showing on their faces.
An intercom above announced that they were landing shortly. The boys buckled down and a few minutes later, they were at Chicago. Frank got up and grabbed their backpacks. He tossed Joe a bag and slinged his own across his shoulders. Together they proceeded to the exit.
A plump sweaty man carrying a bowling bag that was way too big queued in front of them. Joe craned his neck and spotted the exit just up ahead. Just then, the man before them bumped into a girl that was trying to get her shoulder bag from the overhead compartment. She fell and Frank lunged to catch her shoulder. Another girl in a simple white-T had the same idea and grabbed her other shoulder.
" Hey, are you okay?" Frank asked. Joe helped her up while saying, "See Frank, people these days have no manners, they bump into people then leave, what gentlemen!" Then he flashed a smile at the girl and stepped away.
The other girl with strawberry blonde hair thanked them. In response, Frank gave a welcoming smile while Joe, clearly trying to impress the girls, gave a big stage bow. Joe had wanted to stay with the girls but Frank nudged Joe in the ribs and nodded his head to the exit. They walked to the door.
"Joe, keep your head focused! We're not here to pick up girls. I've already read about the Seeryne Falls in the travel guide. After we go through customs, we're taking a cab straight to the hotel. Got it?"
Joe sighed, "That's why you don't get girls, bro."