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"Joe said I could find you here," Nancy told Frank as she walked up to the basketball court at the park and as he made a basket; he was the only one playing. "Why do you avoid me after cases?" she asked and then added the word sometimes just so he wouldn't feel too guilty.
"What are you talking about?" he asked as he threw the ball and missed. He wasn't completely concentrated on the game.
"You know what I'm talking about, Hardy. Don't you dare even think of changing the subject," Nancy commanded sternly while crossing her arms and staring at him; she needed to know what he thought was wrong with her.
"It's just that-" he paused reluctantly, not wanting to tell her the real reason, "-You always show Joe and I up when we solve mysteries together. It's kind of embarrassing."
"Joe doesn't seem to have a problem with it; in fact, he doesn't say anything or even joke about it and he's the one who seems like he would let it get to him. What's up?"
Nancy uncrossed her arms, stopped glaring so harshly at him, and gave him a friendly smile. She started walking towards him as he was dribbling the ball in place and thinking of what to say to her. Frank didn't notice her coming so when she took the ball from him, spun, and made a swish he was startled out of his thoughts.
Nancy started giggling at how scared he appeared and how he wasn't even paying attention before he saw her with the ball. "I thought you were a detective, Frank," she teased.
"Ouch!" he joked, putting both of his hands over his heart.
It actually hurt him as much as he let it look like it did - although he was playing it off as "joking". If it were from Joe, he would have joked or punched Joe in the arm without letting it get to him but from Nancy, it actually kind of hurt.
Nancy was his friend, not his brother. She was his sleuthing friend and sometimes he felt like they were so close that she was his cousin or sister or something - no, somebody - more.
"Want to play a game? One on one?" Nancy asked, hoping to get both of their minds off other things. They were always focused on cases and problems, not something most teens would focus on.
"Sure. You can start out with the ball." Frank offered.
Nancy went right behind the midcourt line and threw the ball to Frank. She said check and he said mate - joking around of course because he really meant ball in.
She dribbled the ball and walked fast, practically jogging, to get closer to the hoop. Frank came up in front of her and put his arms up high, trying to block her.
"You really need to put on more deodorant," Nancy said, trying to distract him.
Frank looked around, making sure nobody was looking, and sniffed his armpits. "They aren't that bad," he said to Nancy, but she wasn't in front of him any more and, instead, she was making a basket. "Hey, no fair!" Frank laughed.
"I won!" Nancy proposed, although it was only one shot that she made. "Come on, let's get back to your house... Joe and Aunt Gertrude are probably worried."
"Joe? Never. Aunt Gertrude? All the time." Frank answered with a big smile on his face as he started walking up to Nancy with his ball curled up in his left arm. He linked his right arm with Nancy's left and started walking off.
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