Heyyyyy! Guesss whaaatt? Iola is finally getting her own chapter! YAAAAAAAAYYY!

If you write a fanfic for the Hardy Boys you have to have Iola in it! Mwhahaha! Sorry, I'm a little silly right now. lol

Oh wow, I have 14 followers!? WOW! You are all amazing, thank you thank you SOO much! 27 reviews, wow! Thank you to the three people of clicked "favorite". :) :) :) I should stop saying 'wow' so much. lol.

I haven't been updating lately, I'm sorry. And yesterday I just found out that one of my forum friends passed away a few weeks ago... so... that's how my "Emergency!" fanfiction became to be...

Chapter Seven

~Through Iola's Eyes~

My older brother, Chet patted my back. "It will be all right, Iola." I nodded, biting my lip. It had been several hours since my boyfriend had been kidnapped but I couldn't do anything or at least my parents wouldn't let me. They thought that I should just leave the detective work to the police and Joe's family.

"I have some of my own detective skills, you know." I said irritated, straightening. Chet let out a snort.

"Seriously, Iola? What are you even talking about?" He asked, covering a smile behind his hand.

"Don't you understand, Chet? Joe taught me some things about detective work."

"He did?"

"Yeah, and I'm not a damsel in distress, Chet." I glared at him.

"You sure do have a mean glare." He commented. I swatted him but he moved out of the way.

"I can help, seriously, I can help Frank and Mr. Hardy. I want to. I need to." Chet sat grabbing a pretzel out of the snack bowl. He chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. I watched him, waiting for what he would say.

"Okay, lets go over to the Hardy's house."

I pushed the doorbell as I stood there. Frank opened the door, looking worried.

"Hey Frank, any updates?" I asked.

"No, Collig hasn't called yet." Frank opened the door wider to let us in. Mrs. Hardy greeted us.

"Chet! I got this new bread for you, I'd like you to try it." I glanced back at Chet who's eyes widened happily.

"Sure, Mrs. Hardy!" He happily followed her into the kitchen. Frank shook his head, a smile on his lips.

"Did Callie answer your call?" I asked hoping to get some information.

"No," Frank shook his head. "I hope Joe's okay." He suddenly realized that I was still standing there. "I mean, of course he's okay, right?" I rolled my eyes.

"I know that he's reckless... but I date him anyway..." Frank laughed, sounding forced.

"You do know its not your fault, right?" I said. He shrugged before I heard Chet yell, "Gross!" Frank raised an eyebrow. I ran into the kitchen wondering what was wrong.

"I thought you would have liked it," Mrs Hardy said pursing her lips.

"Well, Mrs. Hardy, its dry." Chet explained, trying not to hurt Mrs. Hardy's feelings.

"Its healthy," She said sighing. "I did put butter on it."

"But not enough!"

"Your mother told me to not give you unhealthy food if you come over." I covered my mouth from laughing. Oh boy.

"Oh hello, Iola, would you like to try some?" She held out a plate with three slices of bread on it.

"Is that normal bread?" I asked, gulping.

"No, it's Ezekiel bread."

"Joe eats that," Frank's eyes watered. "He says its more healthy than white bread,"

"Aw, Frank - " His cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket.

"Its Callie, I have to go."

TBC

How are you guys? I hope you're all doing well. :)

Love ya,
Vintage