Hello, hello! Well, it's me again, spouting out a very short chapter! To make up for it's shortness, I'll double post, so there. Yep, Frank's still a wee bit bitter, and more than a wee bit AU. Sorry about that folks; I honestly hope I don't destroy your viewpoint on the Hardy Household. But what the hell, we all love angst, right?
To my anonymous reviewers-
Ragna- Thanks for the support. Yes, VERY bitter. It'll get a little better, I hope.
Halo- My buddy! Thanks for the compliments! I love it when people notice good grammar! I don't know if I'll be doing things from Joe's POV; I'm just really attached to Frank, for some reason. Maybe; the possibilities are endless.
Panther- What's up? Yeah, I'm sure the publicity thing did throw you, but I just can't see two teenage boys with a detective father do such stunts as they have done, get put in the paper frequently, and not attract the nation's attention. And my version of the Hardy Boys are very close. I warn you though; it may get cheesy.
Well, it's been awhile since I last wrote that, and it still is no less true, except…. Joe graduates tomorrow.
At long last, it's finally here! Soon, I can run away, be free to do what I want, when I want, with whoever I please. Joe will have everything he's wanted, and more! I don't care what it takes, we'll have everything there is to have: happiness. I'm going to take him so many places, and he's going to have so much fun and as he does, so will I.
But I'm scared.
Ironic, isn't it? I spend so much time and energy in waiting, and I almost want to turn back because of my fears and insecurities. I know I am stronger than this. I can BE stronger than this. I NEED to help Joe get out of here, at least.
But I'm just too scared!
I've never had REAL friends before. What if people hate me, and shun me? What if they tell me I'm a weird oddball and reject me as they would an alien. Definitely not one of their own. What if, in the end, I find myself all alone, with Joe running miles ahead of me on the lonely track of life and I'm left in the dust?
What if we can't get the fake ID's? What if the fake birth certificates fall through? What if someone sees us, and recognizes us? Not that they could do much to me; I'm eighteen, but Joey won't be, not when we run away. We can't wait until he's of age, Dad will expect us to go into business the minute we're eligible for college. I only made him stop from bothering me by saying I didn't want to leave my partner behind. It's true enough. What if the fake recommendations fall through, and the transcripts? What if we can't get into a college?
What if my dad finds me, and takes us back. He's made it clear that he has no intention of letting us go, ever. I don't think my mother would let us either, I mean, we make money, don't we? We're the best gimmicks ever, the best in America, I suppose. And she loves to go out with us, and be mistaken (politely) as our sister. Oh, how I would love to run from her and laugh as I do so. My satisfaction would be complete.
I just need to stop whining and focus. Urgh, but the fear!
