"Come on baby brother, get up!" Frank said, shaking his brother who was buried under his covers.
The blond haired, blue eyed, 14 year old only groaned a reply, moving away from his year older, brown haired, brown eyed brother Frank.
"Joe… Come on. Do I really need to do this every single day of the year? We're going to be late for school." Frank said again, waiting for a reply, but getting none. "Fine, you've resort me to it." Frank pounced on the prone figure and started to tickle him mercifully.
Joe started laughing hard; trying to push his brother off of him, but Frank had grown a lot between freshman and sophomore year. Eventually, he ended up on the floor, tangled in between his sheets and Frank was looking down on him on his bed amused. Joe looked up at Frank with a confused, tired, and angry look on his face.
"I was going to get up." Joe said with a hoarse, morning voice while attempting to sit up but his foot got trapped in a loop in his sheets.
He started to fall over and ended up landing on his behind. Frank started laughing, and laughed even harder when Joe scowled at him, rubbing his sore spot.
"I'll let you take care of yourself, while I go downstairs for breakfast." Frank said, moving towards the door as a pillow came flying his way.
He caught it with ease, throwing it back at the angry figure sitting on the floor. Giving off a triumphant smile, he left the room and followed the smell of pancakes to the kitchen.
"Good Morning Mom." Frank said, giving his mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Good Morning. You're cheerful today." Laura smiled, putting a plate of pancakes in front of Frank.
"Thanks mom." Frank said, with a skip in his step. "Why wouldn't I be? Beautiful day, beautiful life…" He sat in his usual spot at the table before adding in. "And most of all, beautiful mom."
"Awww Frankie." Laura said, going over to her first born, and giving him a peck on the cheek. "Where's your brother?" Laura asked her 15 year old, brown haired son.
Laura smiled, knowing exactly what was keeping her youngest. Although her two boys had a close bond, they were as opposite as opposite could get. Her oldest Frank took after his father Fenton Hardy with brown hair, brown eyes, and a tall, lean figure, while Joe took after her with blond hair, blue eyes, and a shorter stature. While Frank was studious, and took things with a logical approach, Joe was obviously louder, more outspoken, outgoing, and took everything emotionally.
Every morning was almost the same with Frank waking up earlier for a morning jog while Joseph slept in. It almost always ended up with Frank having to drag Joe out of bed.
Finally after eating 2 pancakes, Frank could hear his younger brother stumbling, slowly down the steps.
Joe rubbed his eyes while trying to cover up his yawn.
"G' Morning Mom." Joe said, while dropping his backpack and track and field gear on the floor near the stairs.
"Good Morning baby." Laura said, giving Joe a kiss on the cheek.
"Hurry up and eat something. I don't want to be late to school again." Frank said, as Joe rolled his eyes.
Joe mumbled a reply as he stuffed his strawberry covered pancake into his mouth in less than a minute.
"Mmokay. Mets mo." Joe said with his mouth full.
Frank chuckled. Ever since him and Joe had started going to school together again, no morning was ever boring.
Frank bent down to grab his gear before following Joe as his younger brother took hold of his own gear from the stairs before running out the door.
When Frank got out to his new and yet old car, he saw Joe was already in his seat waiting for him.
"Now whose slow now?" Joe taunted while sticking his tongue out at Frank who glared at him.
"Whatever my slow, younger brother. Now let me concentrate on my driving." Frank said as he placed his duffel bag and backpack on the backseat before getting behind the wheel.
After a short 5 minute drive, Frank pulled into the school parking lot and quickly located a parking spot.
Joe got out of his seat and opened the back passenger seat door to get his backpack and duffel bag.
"Hey Joe! Hey Frank!" Biff said from across the parking lot from his car.
Biff was a long time friend of the Hardy boys with his buff stature. No one really wanted to mess with him, but inwardly, he was a nice, kind-hearted guy who the Hardy boys could trust their life on.
"Hey Biff. You seem excited today." Joe said with a laugh.
"Well I happened to have gotten on the varsity baseball team." Biff said with a fake strut that made Frank and Joe laugh.
"What's up with Biff?" Chet asked as the rest of gang that consisted of Phil, Chet's younger sister Iola, and Iola's best friend Callie walked over to the car.
Chet, Iola and Callie were freshmen at Bayport High school while Biff and Phil were sophomores. Chet would have been a sophomore, but he was held back a year after being sick for a long period of time in the 2nd grade.
"Biff got onto the varsity baseball team." Frank repeated.
"Wow, that's great Biff!" Iola said with a congratulatory smile. "I guess we'll just have to treat you to something special."
"Awww, you don't have to. Besides I'll be too busy to have any treat of any sort until the season is over." Biff said with an exasperated sigh.
"Well we better get going children." Frank said in a sarcastic, stern voice.
Everyone looked at Frank with a funny look and gave him a light hearted push.
"Hey! Kind of rude..." Frank said, feigning his hurt.
"We've got loads of time before the bell…" Joe began to say just as the 1st bell that signaled that they had 5 minutes to get to class rung.
"Now what did I hear you say?" Frank said with an 'I told you so' grin.
Before Frank could throw another joke at Joe, Iola pulled Joe's arm towards her.
"Come on Joe. Let's get to math before we get detentions." Iola said as Joe gave her one of his famous smiles.
Iola nearly melted seeing that smile, because she secretly had a huge crush on Joe since the first time she'd laid her eyes on him when she was 4. Frank and Chet had had kindergarten together and the Morton's had to baby-sit Frank and Joe for the night since their parents both had important things to tend to. Since Frank and Chet made it such a big point that their younger siblings didn't bother them, Iola and Joe had to play together for the time being.
"Thanks for saving me back there." Joe said as Iola and him walked up the steps of the school into the crowded hallway full of students trying to scramble to their classes.
"No problem. I know how big brothers can be like." Iola said with a smile that lit up her pixie features.
Just as Joe and Iola was about to get to the door of their first period class, Joe and another student who was getting something out of his backpack, collided, sending the other student's belongings scattered all over the floor.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Joe said as he knelt down to pick up the other guy's things.
The person Joe bumped into was a sandy haired boy who didn't talk much. Joe recognized him as George Turner from elementary school. George used to be on his little league soccer team, but after 6th grade, he never saw George around much. He remembered George as a very out-going kid, but after his parents divorced, he hadn't seen George around much.
Joe handed George his belongings with a warm smile, but George just glared at Joe and snatched his things back.
"What's wrong with him?" Iola said with a sad look on her face. "It was just an accident."
"I don't know, probably just a bad day. Let's just get to our seats before Mrs. Wilcox gives us detentions." Joe said with a scowl before letting Iola enter the room first and getting to their seats for another boring day of math.
Since the 2nd bell hadn't rung yet, Joe turned to his right to talk to Iola until Mrs. Wilcox came in.
"Okay class, quiet down. Please take out your homework for me to stamp." Mrs. Wilcox said as she took out her red pen which was supposedly a stamp to her, but really just her signature on their homework.
Joe and Iola took out their homework with Iola's a lot neater than Joe's.
"Joseph, what have I told you about homework that is too illegible to read?" Mrs. Wilcox said with scrutiny as Joe blushed.
"Sorry Mrs. Wilcox. These math problems were just really hard to figure out so I guess my work is a little disorganized." Joe said when Mrs. Wilcox gave him a small smile.
"Joseph, next time have a scratch paper handy so your work will be a little neater." She said with Joe nodding in response.
Mrs. Wilcox moved on to George who sat behind Joe, but George didn't seem to have his homework done.
"George, where is your homework? This is the second time this week that you haven't brought in your homework." Mrs. Wilcox said which seemed to anger George.
"Well I'm sorry Mrs. Wilcox but some people have better things to do than homework." George said while rolling his eyes.
"Hey, that's no way to talk to a teacher." Joe said as he turned around to look at George who was staring daggers at him.
"I can handle this Joseph. Can you please turn back around?" Mrs. Wilcox said sternly, but lightly. "And George, go to the principle's office immediately!"
"What did I do?" George said, throwing his fist into his desk which startled everybody. "This is fucking stupid! I'm outta here, and I'm never coming back." He said as he stood up to leave the room, but out of Joe's strange impulses, he stood up and grabbed onto George's arm.
"Wait George, what's wrong?" Joe asked, but the next thing he knew, he was unexpectedly gripped by his wrist and flung hard over a desk and into a shelf.
All he heard of a crack before he went into oblivion.
A/N: Hey people, yes I just haddd to write this story cuz like... I HAD THE BIGGEST URGE TO! Well here's another story I'm gonna start (I swear I'll update now), and I hope you'll review to tell me the goods, the bads, and should I update cuz I really need some feedback motivation. Well thank you for reading and REALLY hoping you'll review :).
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