The Mystery of Love
I do not own any of these characters . . . I'm just borrowing them.
I hope you like the story though, I grew up on Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys and I've loved them forever. I love the super mysteries! I know their characters backwards and forwards and I always loved Frank and Nancy together. They were written by the same author, and he wrote them with very similar characteristics. They just fit; and I think they would be great together. So you can probably make the conclusion by now that this story is all about Nancy and Frank.
I'm even going to do that character-explaining thing that is famous in these books!
"Nancy?" Frank Hardy stood at the open door of Nancy Drew's apartment. He was worried something had happened to her, she never does anything as irresponsible as leaving her door wide open.
"In here!" Nancy yelled back.
Frank closed the door behind him and followed her voice to the kitchen. "Hey," Frank said with a small laugh when he noticed Nancy was hungrily devouring a ham and cheese sandwich, " I thought we were going out for lunch?"
"Oh, we are, but check the time Frank, you're an hour late and I was hungry." Nancy looked at him as if she was daring him to say anymore after his fault, and continued eating her sandwich.
"I'm sorry, they held me later than planned at the office, they have a new case for me." Frank sighed and sat down at the table across from Nancy. He looked at her to see if she was mad, but he saw that familiar twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes, and he knew she understood.
" That's the life of a private investigator . . . I guess I should know!" Nancy and Frank laughed together at Nancy's remark. Nancy was the top private investigator in her firm. She received more awards and recognition then even the great Frank Hardy. But he didn't mind he was happy for her . . . well, maybe he minded just a little.
Frank put on his best puppy-dog face and said, " So you're not mad at me, and would consider letting me take you out for a dessert?"
Nancy looked at him trying to keep a serious face, but burst out laughing. She ran a hand through her shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair and looked up at her handsome boyfriend. He was tall, 6"1 to be exact, with beautiful brown, chestnut hair that hit his forehead in just the right place. He was athletic, and intelligent. He was beautiful inside and out, he was any girl's dream guy. But he belonged to her, and that's the way she intended it to stay.
"Of course I forgive you, you know I'm not mad at you. I'm sure I've done it to you before millions of times. But I take you up on that dessert offer, let's go!"
Nancy put her coat on and ran to the door. Seeing Nancy run to the door reminded Frank of his earlier thought.
"Hey Nancy, why was your door open earlier? I forgot to ask you."
Nancy looked at Frank sheepishly and a faint blush settled on her cheeks. " I was waiting for you and I got bored. So I decided to wait by the door. Then I realized my stomach was growling ferociously, so I left the door open and ran to the kitchen."
Frank smiled at his beautiful girl friend. He loved her so much he couldn't even explain it. " Oh I see," Frank, said teasingly, "you missed me!"
Nancy's cheeks turned even redder, " Is that a crime?"
"No not at all I was just saying," Frank said laughing. Then his tone became more serious. " You shouldn't have left your front door open though, do you know how many enemies we have? "
Nancy's posture became rigid and she had a defying look in her eye. " You know very well I can take care of myself." She then walked out the door and down the hallway.
Frank sighed and closed and locked the door behind him as he followed. He began muttering under his breath," What kind of world is it when your girl friend gets mad at you for caring?"