Bigger Picture
by GJFH
I can't believe I'm actually finally posting something on fanfiction! This is my first EVER fanfic so please review!I appreciate any comments,suggestions,or critical kindness...(if I made a mistake.) Thank you Nancy Austin and Baltimore Raven for being so encouraging, enjoy!
Joe Hardy studied the card in his hands with a frown,sighing he crammed it in his back pocket and stiffened when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Joe,don't worry. I'll talk to mom and dad about this."Joe frowned and quickly spun around catching his older brother Frank off guard;
"No Frank you won't. I can do this myself I don't need you to convince mom and dad that I'll stop standing up for Zain. He's 15 Frank,he's also only what? Five feet two and under 100 pounds. Nobody else is going to sta-
Okay Joe I won't."Frank interrupted and Joe watched his brother for honesty before twisting the knob of their bedroom door. Frank closed his eyes and collapsed gently against his nicely made bed, Zain Saleem was new to Bayport and of course Bayport High as well. He had been friendly to both brothers and seemed very interested in their detective work, Zain was good with technology and spent his hours in the Bayport High Library. Frank sighed and let his thoughts run to his brother and the way the impulsive blond had taken guard over Zain almost like the way Frank watched over Joe. Suddenly,
a woman's loud voice broke through Frank's thoughts.
"Joesph Hardy you gave poor Ryan Chapman a black eye and temporally made the boy lose consciousness!"Frank grimaced as he sat up, more low arguing drifted towards the boy's bedroom.
"Fenton,you're clearly not thinking straight!"Aunt Trudy's shrill voice rose up again then silence...Frank lifted his ear towards the door and unexpectedly his Aunt looked in "Frank are you eavesdropping?"Frank jumped back and gave his aunt a look,
"Look,Aunt Trudy-Joe was just defending Zain from Ryan and his friends."Trudy looked straight into her nephew's eyes and sighed.
"Of course he probably was but couldn't he have just called Mr. Fleeman or,or maybe they-"A loud bang stopped Trudy's words,it only took a couple of seconds for Frank to figure out that Joe had left slamming the door behind him. Aunt Trudy winced lacing her long fingers together,
"Aunt Trudy,I'll go get him."Frank promised and peered between the window blinds to see his brother approach their motorcycles,dashing downstairs he quickly passed his parents and flung the door open.
"Frank honey,just let him cool."His mother spoke up behind him and Frank stopped to meet her eyes and shake his head;
"No mom,I know Joe he's going to do something stupid."He protested and Laura Hardy sighed.
"Okay,go just-
what?Be back by dinner time?"Frank interrupted sarcastically and gave her one last look before leaving the house. Outside,the January weather welcomed him with rain,shivering he wrapped his arms around his waist and rushed towards his brother.
"Joe no!" Joe looked up as he pulled up his visor,
"Sorry Frank,mom and dad are mad,so is Aunt Trudy,and Ryan's probably coming back for revenge."Joe said almost nonchalantly as he straddled the bike. giving his brother one last look he turned to back his motorcycle out of the driveway. Frank watched and let his shoulders slump,then with one quick decision he dashed back towards the house.
Frank grabbed the knob and muttered under his breath when the door wouldn't open.
"C'mon mom,dad,I need my riding jacket!The doors locked!"Frowning and shaking his head he started to knock on the door but was stopped half-way and the door suddenly swung open. Frank stepped inside and turned to the coat closet,the front door swung eerily closed behind him. Feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up Frank slowly turned his head. Nothing was out of place wait,except for-BAM! Frank felt something hard hit the back of his skull,pain erupted and darkness closed in.