When the Hardys arrived home later that afternoon the phone was ringing. "Hello?" Joe said, picking up the receiver. "Joe, can you come over?" Biff asked. "I have to talk to you now."

"We'll be right over," Joe promised.

"No, no," Biff said quickly. "Just you. I uh...don't want Frank to know yet."

"Know what?" demanded Joe, curious.

"I'll tell you when you get over here," he said. "Just come on over."

"All right, all right. I'm on my way," Joe promised, hanging up. He turned to Frank. "That was Biff. He wants me to come over. I won't be gone too long. You be okay?"

"Sure," Frank replied. "I'll just start on my homework," he said, forcing a smile to his face. And we'll talk when you get home, he added silently to himself.

Joe left the house and got into the van, not noticing that there was someone lurking in the shadows at the end of the street. He arrived at the Hoopers about ten minutes later and parked in the drive. He climbed out and was preparing to go inside when Biff rushed out to meet him.

"I am so glad you are here!" Biff exclaimed. "I need to talk to you."

"What's wrong?" Joe asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and excitement.

"Nothing's wrong!" enthused Biff. "Everything is great. I have never been so happy in my life," he added, his mouth breaking into a huge, silly grin.

"Heel, big boy," Joe ordered, laughing. "Why don't you tell me what's going on?"

"Let's go to my room," Biff suggested turning and leading the way inside and upstairs to his bedroom.

Joe took a seat on the bed and leaned back, resting his weight on his hands. "Okay, what's got you so excited?" demanded Joe.

"It's Jeanine," Biff answered. "Joe, I have never felt this way before. I want to be with her all the time."

"Whoa! Time out," Joe ordered, his face growing serious. "You just met her yesterday."

"Yeah, and I think..no, I know, it was love at first sight," Biff declared. "I love everything about her; her voice, her sense of humor, the way she kisses."

"Okay, so you like her...a lot. But love..." Joe shook his head. "Don't go getting all crazy on me. You don't even know her."

"Of course I do!" Biff stated. "I took her home last night. We talked for two hours!"

"And what about her parents?" Joe asked. "Do you like them too? Do they like you?"

Biff shrugged uninterestedly. "They weren't there. I don't think they are around all that much."

"What makes you say that?" Joe asked.

"The place looked almost spotless," Biff confessed. "Kind of like they aren't around very often. And she never mentioned them."

"Poor kid," Joe said. "But still, you shouldn't get all bent out of shape over her. Until..."

"Listen to you!" Biff exclaimed, his face turning red as his anger began to build. "I can't remember the times you said you were "in love" only to be in love again with someone else a week later."

"I know, which is why..."

"And this is the first time I have ever felt this way. I don't go around falling in love with every girl I date. Jeanine is special," Biff declared, glaring at Joe and daring him to argue.

"Calm down, pal," Joe said, getting to his feet. "I am not saying she isn't. And what you feel could really be true love, but just, don't rush into anything, okay?" He looked Biff in the eyes. "You're my best friend and I don't want you getting hurt. Date her. Get to know her better before you tell her you love her."

"I can do that," Biff agreed, finally.

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Frank went to his room after Joe left and pulled out his calculus book. He had only been at it for twenty minutes when the phone rang. He went into the hall and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Linsday's Florist. Am I speaking with Mr. Hardy?" said the woman on the phone.

"You might say that," Frank replied with a small smile.

"I am sorry but after you left, there was an accident. The bouquet you picked out for Ms. Shaw was damaged beyond repair. Would you like to choose another, have us choose another, or have you money refunded?" the woman inquired.

"My bouquet?" Frank asked, confused. "Are you sure it was my bouquet?"

"Yes, Sir," was the reply. "I have your card here."

"Would you read it to me?" Frank asked. "Just to make sure there wasn't some mistake?" he lied.

"Of course, Sir. The card says...'Thanks for believing in me. From the only Hardy who really loves you, Joe'."