Ok, so this chapter did not turn out like I had expected it at all. Hope everyone is ok with it though, and I hope I didn't make any of the characters OOC. Tell me what you think!
To my reviewers:
Lady Emily: Glad to hear you're still reading and enjoying this! Thanks so much for the consistent reviewing :) Yeah, Nancy is being rather invasive, isn't she? Well, you'll just have to continue reading to find out what's going on. Hope this update doesn't disappoint!
Chromde: Lol, well you'll just have to wait and see 'bout that. Thanks so much for the review! Keep 'em coming ;) Glad you like the story :)
franknjoe: Hey! Glad to see you're still reading this story :) Well, if you have any guesses, feel free to share. I like hearing people's perspective. So, you liked Amy, eh? Yeah, she's pretty fun. Well, r 'n r :)
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Ok, on to the story.
Bright sunlight hitting his face woke Joe up the next morning, and he sat up, eyes bleary, for a moment simply leaning against his head board, rubbing his eyes, and feeling disoriented. How'd he get to his room? For a while, the last thing he could seem to recall was driving home from the Banquet, dozing, as Nancy and Frank chattered like magpies in the front seats. Then it all came rushing back, and he flushed, groaning inwardly, as he remembered Frank having to help him to bed. Oh well, it wasn't the first time Frank had done so. During vacation, Joe tended to crash if he stayed up past 12:00. Apparently, his unusual lack of need for sleep during a case failed him when on a reprieve. He just hoped he hadn't said anything stupid. When he was tired he tended to be loose lipped, Joe remembered with a wince.
Sighing, Joe stood up and stretched, joints creaking from the uncomfortable, twisted position he had slept in. As he stood, yawing and running a hand through his unruly, bed-head curls, Joe glanced over at his clock. The red digital, blinking numbers flashed 9:50 a.m. Joe did a double take. 9:50?! Snap, I'm gonna miss our 10:00 run if I don't get going! Joe realized with shock. Every morning on vacations, before their daily devotions, Joe and Frank would do a quick, 7-mile run around their neighborhood park as a way of keeping in shape while off-duty. So far, they had managed to keep the tradition for five years, doing their runs in the summer together when they were in their college years, and during the school year maintaining their running habits by themselves. As of today, neither had failed to miss a run, despite each periodically trying to get up unusually early in futile attempts to beat the other in playful competition. Frank'll never let me live this down if I don't make it! Joe thought with slight panic. Moving in what felt like warp-speed to his sluggish body, Joe raced to his closet, grabbing a pair of old gym shorts, and tossed them on along with a grey Old Navy hoodie, hoping those would suffice against the chilly autumn wind. Scrambling, slipping, and skidding in his socks, Joe fell to the floor, groping around under his bed as he searched for some shoes. At last he found, and shoved on, his old Nike shoes, and raced down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen. He looked longingly at the stack of pancakes Frank had fixed earlier when he had gotten up that morning, but he knew if he ate the rich breakfast now he would end up paying for it with a cramp later. So, with great resolve and regret, Joe marched out the door, cramming a plain bagel in his mouth as he jogged toward the park.
Finally, Joe saw the monkey bars and swing sets come into view, as he rounded the last bend of the road. Not surprisingly, Frank was running around the park path, and judging by his sweat-soaked shirt and red face, he was finishing up the last leg of his run. Putting his face down and throwing his hood up, Joe started jogging, not bothering to wave to Frank and catch his attention. The pounding of his feet on the pavement filled his ears, breath deepening, as he followed the winding park path, jogging past kids, and adults with strollers, crimson leaved-trees, and scraggly bushes. All this became a hazy backround as he focused solely on maintaining a steady, even pace, his legs thrusting forward, as his lungs fought to transport oxygen to his deprived blood cells.
As he finally finished up his last mile, Joe looked up to see Frank talking with two very familiar people, one stout and of medium height, the other broad shouldered, and tall. So Biff and Chet did decide to meet us at the park today like they had promised. They must have really missed us. Joe thought with a faint, wry smile. Chet getting up before 12:00 on his free Saturdays would usually call for alarm, so the fact that he was getting up to spend time with them was worthy of special notice. Frank was talking animatedly, arms waving occasionally, while Biff and Chet's expressions vied between amused and doubtful. Wonder what their talking about. Joe thought absently, as he quickened his pace to reach the three young men. Biff and Chet, noticing Joe running for them, quickly signaled Joe's presence to Frank, and Frank abruptly halted his monologue.
"Heya guys!" Joe finally reached them, and waved, panting slightly.
"Hey Joe!" Biff and Chet answered, simultaneously.
"What were y'all talking about so enthusiastically over here? Frank trying to convince you two bums to exercise with us for once?" Joe smirked mischievously, winking at Frank who stood beside him.
"Oh, it was nothing." Biff answered, while Chet pretended to look offended.
"I am insulted by your insinuations Joe Hardy. For your information I do exercise…occasionally." Chet said, sniffing huffily, while Joe burst out in guffaws.
Frank rolled his eyes, not answering Joe's question, and instead giving him a bottle of water to wet his dry throat.
"Insinuations? Wow Chet, you really DID learn something at college!" Joe teased, giving his friend a playful smirk, pretending to be shocked by his unusually impressive vocabulary, while Chet scowled in mock anger.
As Joe cooled down, the four friends chatted away, laughing and joking. Although Frank and Joe had seen Biff and Chet when they first arrived back in Bayport from the Finch case, it had been almost a week since they had been able to get together and really catch up. They took advantage of their time now, and began updating each other on their respective lives and experiences they had had since they had last seen each other. Biff shared about his plans to join the football team for his last year at the University he attended, while Chet shared the humorous experiences of his graduation from college that the Hardy's had had to miss since they were on a case. As they continued to talk, and pal-around, reminiscing on their high school days again, the boys headed to the Hardy house, so Frank and Joe could shower and clean up.
At approximately 12:00, Joe emerged from the shower in a cloud of steam, rubbing his damp, wavy hair with a towel, scowling as he tried to shake the water out of his ears. Walking for the kitchen, shaking his head side-ways in a futile attempt to drain his ears, Joe saw Frank talking with Biff and Chet. Both were nodding in approval at whatever Frank was suggesting. Probably talking about lunch. Joe decided absently as he rubbed at his ears with his towel. He strode into their living room, where Biff sat on their beige carpeted floor, while Frank and Chet sat on the La-Z-Boy couch.
With a sigh, Joe plopped on the couch beside Chet, groaning dramatically, while tossing his damp towel in Biff's face, who howled in disgust.
"Man, I'm so tired! And hungry too, for that matter. Frank here," Joe paused to throw an accusing glance in Frank's direction, "decided he would just eat breakfast by himself, and not wake me up. I had to skip breakfast to run on time."
His amused friends laughed at Joe's peeved expression, and Frank feebly attempted to defend himself, but Joe brushed his retorts aside.
"Oh so you thought I was already up, did you? Yeah, um, I don't think so. Anyhow, what'd y'all say we run down to Tony's and grab a pizza?"
Biff and Chet cheered simultaneously, and Joe looked curiously at Frank, who remained quiet on the end of the couch.
"Hey Frank, you wanna call and ask Nancy to join us? We haven't had much time to hang out with her. I'd bet she'd want to come."
"Hmm?" Frank looked up, a distant expression on his face. "Oh, actually Joe, I already asked Nancy out for lunch."
"Oh, ok that's great. So should we pick her up on our way, or-"
"No, I mean I asked her out. As in on a date. You know, like the how I did last night? " Frank grinned at Joe's naivety, and chuckled lightly.
Joe could feel his face freezing in confusion and shock. Evidently, Frank noticed so he began to explain further, as he stood and straightened his blue jean jacket over his black denim jeans and began looking around the room for his car keys.
"I just figured you'd go out with Biff and Chet for lunch, and I was thinking Nancy might want to go out today too. She doesn't have anyone here besides us, you know. Soo, I called her while you were showering, and she said yes. We're meeting in…approximately 8 minutes now." Frank grinned, glancing down at his watch, and somehow Joe felt like the broad, white, smile was mocking him, laughing at his abnormal feeling of frustration.
"How was this decided?" He asked, trying to appear casual, but working hard against the frown begging to show on his face.
"Hey, aren't I allowed to invite an attractive lady to lunch? I did take her out last night, remember?" Frank winked slyly at Joe, not noticing Joe's rising tension. "Aha," he muttered, finding his car keys at last, and prepared to stride out the door without turning back to examine Joe.
"Whatever. Biff, Chet, let's go and let Frank get to his date." Joe bit out, while Biff and Chet looked up at him, surprised at his abruptness. However, Frank either didn't notice, or chose to ignore his attitude, and merely waved happily at his three friends as he jogged down the Hardy steps and slide into the driver's seat of his Mustang and drove off to meet Nancy.
Joe glared stormily after him, feeling annoyance eking out of every pore. How could Frank have assumed that Joe wouldn't invite Nancy to eat with them? Previously, Joe had always been the one careful to include her when she came on her visits to Bayport. Frank sure never cared this much before. Of course, he had Callie then. Joe thought glumly, his irritation dampening to feelings of foreboding.
Shaking his head, he turned to his silent, obviously still surprised, friends. Forcing a grin Joe began walking towards the door that Frank had recently vacated, and glanced at Biff and Chet over his shoulder.
"You all ready for some pizza?"
As the three young men piled into Joe's red Honda, and Joe started the ignition, Biff spoke up.
"What was that about in there?" he asked quietly, nodding his head toward the distancing Hardy house. Joe peered at him through the rear-view mirror, blue eyes feigning confusion.
"What was what about?" Joe queried, eyes flitting back to the road in front of him, and smoothly guiding the Honda through the Saturday traffic.
"You know what I mean," Biff sighed, exasperated. "You getting into it with Frank about him going on a date."
"Yeah," Chet piped in, friendly, freckled face looking puzzled. "What in the world was that all about? Frank ditching us to go with Nancy? You know, you've ditched us before for a date."
Seeing there was no way out of this interrogation, Joe sighed.
"It's nothing really, not about Frank ditching us anyway. I was just surprised that Frank would want to ask her out so soon after he went with her to the banquet." Joe responded calmly, keeping his eyes fixed on the pavement ahead of him.
"Uh-huh…." Biff's eyes in the mirror looked unconvinced, but he and Chet leaned back in their seats, seeming un-willing to run the risk of irking Joe by questioning him any further. Joe rolled his eyes, and parked carefully in front of Tony Prito's Mr. Pizza, the Bayport local pizza parlor.
As the three young men walked into the warm atmosphere of the restaurant, Joe mentally shook his head, forcing his mind off of a certain annoying brother and his date. Relaxing into his usual playful manner, Joe lead the way to the red vinyl covered booths, sliding into his seat as Biff and Chet awkwardly pushed into the booth in front of him.
After scarfing down three large cheeses, laughing and joking all the while, the boys were stuffed but contented.
"I've missed this restaurant. Even New York can't beat Tony's pizzas." Joe declared, patting his stomach happily for emphasis, sipping up the last dregs of his Pepsi in the red plastic cups.
Biff and Chet nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Heaving a sigh, Joe stood to his feet and the three friends walked across the black and white tiled floor and out of the large glass doors. As Joe rummaged in his denim jeans pocket for his car keys, he heard Biff mumble something to Chet. Turning around with curiosity, Joe saw Biff point toward the coffee shop across the street from them and watched Chet's eyes grow wide with surprise.
"Hey, what is it guys?" Joe asked curiously, pocketing his keys for the moment while he walked away from the Honda to see what Biff and Chet were looking at.
Biff shot a glance at Joe, then motioned to the coffee shop directly in front of them.
Joe quirked an eyebrow in confusion, but at Biff's insistence, gazed quickly at the shop. Imperceptibly, his jaw tightened. For a moment all three young men simply stared at the sight before them.
"What is Frank doing there with Nancy?" Chet finally voiced the question floating in all their minds.
Of course, all three knew Frank was going to be eating out with Nancy; however, this particular coffee shop was special in Bayport. On the outside, it looked normal enough, large glass windows over-looking the streets, potted plants hanging from the striped overhanging in the front, and dimly lit interior complete with cozy, maroon, and green striped booths. However, there was a special consequence in eating at this little shop, which had formed by popular opinion and experience over the years. Thus it came to past that when a young man and woman ate there together, it had come to mean that they were official. In essence, a boy who took his date to "Murphy's Coffee and Shakes" was staking his claim on her, officially telling the town that she was "his girl," and they were seriously going out. Everyone in Bayport knew of the unspoken tradition, and it was for that very reason that Joe never took any of his dates there, except for Iola of course. He didn't want the girls getting any wrong ideas. As far as he knew, Frank hadn't even taken Callie there, yet here he was, only on the second date, already taking Nancy! Together, the couple sat, sipping cups of coffee, laughing quietly, and smiling, cozily seated in the booths for two that were placed in front of the glass windows. The antique lamps hanging above their table shone discreetly on the bent heads, and the light caught Nancy's blue eyes, making them twinkle as she look up into Frank's face, who was evidently making some joke, judging by Nancy's amusement. Unconsciously, Joe gritted his teeth together. First the banquet, now this…
Turning sharply on his heel, Joe jerked his head away from the disturbing sight and half-ran to the Honda in his haste to leave.
"Come on guys, let's go." Joe barked at Biff and Chet without pausing to turn and see if they were keeping up with his angry strides. Quickly snatching his keys out of his pocket, Joe impatiently unlocked the car and slide into the seat, igniting the engine immediately and roared off barely after Biff mangled to shut his door. Awkward silence reigned, Biff and Chet uncomfortably shifting in their seats, uncertain how to respond to Joe's mood swing.
Finally, Biff looked at Chet questioningly. Chet nodded affirmatively and Biff opened his mouth to ask the inevitable questions, when Joe beat him to the punch.
"What in the world is Frank doing? Did he tell any of you guys he was going THERE with Nancy?" Joe burst out.
Shocked by Joe's vehement tone, Biff and Chet gulped. Joe Hardy was anything but approachable when he was upset, but Chet took a risk, nervously shrugging his shoulders underneath his red Bayport High school Letterman jacket.
"Uh, no Frank didn't mention anything about going to Murphy's, but what's so bad about him taking Nancy there?" Biff nodded in agreement with Chet's question, and both turned questioning eyes to Joe.
"What, did you guys knock your heads against something, or did you just forget what going to Murphy's means?" Joe questioned impatiently. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he jerked it to the right, taking the turn hard, and abruptly.
Sighing, Biff responded.
"Of course we didn't forget what "Murphy" dates mean, but Nancy and Frank together isn't a bad thing, right?"
"Yeah, but Frank, he's cautious with girls. He never even took Callie to Murphy's." Joe retorted sharply.
"Well, then this is a good thing. It shows that he's committed to Nancy and that he's over Callie, right?" Chet reasoned quickly, hoping to placate Joe.
Joe scowled and shook his head quickly.
"But he's moving too quickly with Nancy! He shouldn't be taking her out to Murphy's." Joe declared adamantly, slapping his hands on the wheel for emphasis.
His friend's momentary surprise quickly turned into blown out concern at Joe's sudden anger.
"Well, I dunno Joe…maybe he is moving quickly. But Nancy's a good girl, and besides, she seems ok with it, which means you can be too. I mean, you did say she's been into Frank since forever, right?" Biff asked, leaning close to look intently at Joe's eyes through the rear-view mirror.
Almost imperceptibly, Joe winced at Biff's last remark. After a moments silence, Joe replied.
"Well yeah, that is true. But we don't know if Frank is really that into her, and she'll be hurt if he drops her now, after taking her to Murphy's."
Biff and Chet meditated on that, and nodded slowly.
"I can see your point, but Frank knows what he's doing. I can promise you that." Biff answered quietly, shooting Chet a silencing glance when Chet appeared about to pipe up too. A knowing gleam begun to shine in Biff's eye.
"He's doing what he thinks is right." Biff continued, seemingly as much to himself as to Joe.
"He'd better," Joe quietly answered. A beat of silence. Then, almost to himself; "'Cause I don't care if he is my brother. No one can hurt Nan and get away with it. She deserves the best and nothing less…" Joe said grimly, unaware he had slipped into calling Nancy by her pet name.
Biff and Chet exchanged looks, the dawn of recognition and realization in their faces. They had heard quite enough from Joe throughout to begin to question it, and now they had the proof. Chet's eye's widened in awe and admiration.
"Dude, he was right! You totally like her!"
Joe jerked in shock at the words and accidentally stepped on the brake in reaction, as he attempted to park in the Hardy drive way.
"Wait-What?! Who said I what?" Joe roared, with look of complete shock and bewilderment on his face, as he quickly leaped out of the car and towered above his still seated friends. Blue eyes flashed fire.
"Uh, he meant Dr. Phil…yeah, um—he said that three out of every ten guys are in love with their friend's girlfriends." Biff blurted out quickly, tripping over his words in his haste to explain as he too leaped up out of the car to stand in front of Joe.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've every heard," Joe scoffed, "and what does that have anything to do with me?"
Biff and Chet shot each other knowing looks, and both turned to face Joe, prepared to hit him with the truth they had discovered.
"Face it Joe, you like Nancy." Biff replied, seriously, a frown of concern etched on his forehead.
"What? That's-that's-that's ridiculous!" Joe burst out, completely flabbergasted, running an impatient hand through his blonde hair, causing it to stand on end, adding comically to his harried expression.
"Come on man, why else would you be so upset with Frank taking her out? For a minute there, I thought you were going to rip Frank a new one" Biff calmly replied.
Chet nodded quickly in agreement, while nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
"Yeah, and how else can you explain sulking when you found out he was taking her out again? You were practically green with envy. ." Biff nodded his head approvingly at Chet's quick retort.
"And there's also that whole over-protective jealousy thing you very clearly displayed." Biff continued dryly.
Joe gapped, completely flummoxed, head swirling.
"This whole conversation is completely untrue, and ridiculous, and-and, I don't even know why I'm listening to you guys. As for your accusations, I simply missed spending time with her, that's IT."
"De Nile ain't just a river in Egypt." Chet wisely quoted.
"You really expect us to believe that after spending the whole day listening to you growl every time Frank and Nancy were mentioned in the same sentence?" Biff asked pointedly.
Joe turned angrily on his heel, and stormed toward the Hardy's front door, leaping up the porch steps, before turning to face his friends again.
"Look, how many times do I have to tell everyone, Nancy and I are just friends! F-R-I-E-N-D-S." Joe sarcastically enounced. "I'm just concerned for her, as a FRIEND. She's dating my brother just like she's always wanted, and I'm happy about that." Joe marched through the front door, glared back at them, and yelled, "Ecstatic even!" before slamming the door in his friend's amused faces.
Slowly turning around and walking down the sidewalk lining the road, Biff and Chet silently strode towards their home.
"Well," Chet spoke up. "It was true."
"Yup," Biff replied, "it was. He totally digs her."
Chet shook his head, still awe-struck with surprise and wonder.
"And to think we never have noticed..."
"Or would have noticed, for that matter." Biff quietly continued as they walked towards their respective homes, still pondering this strange turn of events.
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Mean while Joe stamped down the basement stairs to do his afternoon work out, muttering loudly.
"Can't believe it. They're crazy! Me, like Nancy? Hah, not likely!"
Striding through the work-out room, Joe paused, laced on his work out shoes, and pulled on a white T.
"Where do they get these crazy ideas?" Joe continued aloud, bobbing lightly on the balls of his feet, readying himself to start in on the punching bag swinging in the corner of the room. After warming up with a little jump-roping, working loose his tense muscles, Joe began methodically kicking and punching the dirty, white, canvas.
Wack.
Punch.
Kick.
Thud.
Peppering the bag with blows, Joe reenacted his routine self-defense and carefully practiced dodging his imaginary enemy's blows. As he fought, Joe let his motions come automatically, allowing his former thoughts to come to the for-front of his mind once more. Seriously, what were Biff and Chet thinking? Joe was totally fine with Frank asking Nancy out. Two nights in a row. A growl came unbidden from his throat, and his next punch made the heavy bag swing crazily upwards, causing it to slip off its hook, and fall to the ground with an audible thud. Sheepishly, Joe heaved the bag from the ground and re-hooked the bag to the cord with a grunt of effort. Ok, so maybe he was a little upset with Frank, Joe admitted inwardly, impatiently wiping the drops of sweat from his forehead. But, come on, it was only because he was used to being with Nancy more. She was prolonging her stay in Bayport, deciding to leave in another week, instead of on Monday, but still, he hadn't seen her much since they worked on the case. That was why he was upset with Frank taking her out; he was afraid he wouldn't see as much of Nancy, Joe reasoned to himself. And that, Joe thought with satisfaction, is that. Tonight, he would go out with Nancy and Frank and prove to Biff and Chet that he was perfectly happy with them together. Inwardly he scoffed. Don't they know I was the one who got them together? Hah, they've just been watching too much Dr. Phil. Joe smirked to himself, then pushed all thoughts aside as he began laying blows, thick and fast on the punching bag.
Four hours and a shower later, Joe had finished his work-out and had taken a quick rinse off. After this and his devotions, Joe felt much better about the whole situation. 'Course, everything looks better after daily devotions. Joe grinned to himself as he closed his well worn Bible carefully, taking into consideration the fragile pages marked with highlighted passages and notes in the sidebar. Since they were children, Frank and Joe had been taught to spend a portion of every day in devotions. Fenton Hardy had made sure to set the example starting with him, and never once had Frank and Joe seen their dad let a day go by without his Bible-time. Thus, Joe had formed a habit of the same, and his dad was right; it never failed to add to his wisedom and understanding of his Father. And add to my understanding of my faults, Joe thought wryly to himself, recalling the words spoken by Nancy after they had had a lively discussion concerning conviction after going to their Sunday night service together. Chuckling at the memory of Nancy's teasing words, softened by her mischivous eyes, Joe heaved himself off his bed.
As he walked out his bedroom door, he heard Frank call to him from his room down the hall.
"Yeah Frank?" Joe cautiously replied, walking to his brother's room and clicking open the door.
Frank was seated at his desk, examining some official looking documents. Probably reviewing the Finch case notes, Joe distantly thought. When Frank didn't look up, Joe frowned in slight irritation, but spoke up.
"How was the date?" he asked, trying to catch Frank's wondering attention.
"Ah, Joe! Sorry, I didn't hear you." Frank looked up dazedly from his reading. Joe couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course. His brother was intensely aware of his surroundings at all times, but give him anything to read, and he was lost in his own world.
"You want something, Joe?" Frank asked absentmindedly, glancing back down at his papers before flitting his gaze back to Joe's face.
"You called me." Joe stated, allowing amusement to creep into his voice. Frank was really out of it today.
"Oh, yeah, that's right." Frank grinned sheepishly. "What was it… Oh yes, I heard from Biff and Chet a little while ago."
"Oh?" Joe gulped, as he carefully avoided Frank's gaze. Please don't let them have said anything, Please don't let them—
"Yeah, they said y'all saw me eating at Murphy's with Nancy. I was just wondering what you thought of it." Frank confessed, leaning back in his swivel desk chair, looking up into Joe's face.
"Oh-uh, yeah I believe we did, now that you mention it." Joe stuttered a bit.
"So, what'd you think?" Frank eagerly asked, an expectant look in his eyes.
"Well," Joe answered slowly, carefully, "I was surprised 'cause it was Murphy's, you know. But I'm happy for you guys." Joe gave himself points for his calm congratulations.
"So you were cool with it?" Frank sounded almost surprised, his dark eyes widening just a bit.
"Of course I was, why wouldn't I be?," Joe couldn't keep a bit of snap out of his voice this time, and he gritted his teeth in self-annoyance.
As he heard this, the grin slipped off Frank's face along with his expectant look. Despite himself, Joe felt guilty at the hint of disappointment in Frank's eyes.
"Well that's good, because I was hoping to take Nancy out again tonight." Frank calmly stated, a serene smile forming on his face.
Immediately, Joe's hand clinched into a fist in his jean's pocket, closing around a slip of paper.
"Uh-no, that'd be fine, of course. Whatever makes you happy." Joe answered absentmindedly, fingering the slip of paper.
"In fact, I already had plans anyway." He continued more enthusiastically.
The almost smug smile instantly disappeared from Frank's face, and he look genuinely surprised.
"You do? As in a date? How come you didn't tell me?" He asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Yes, as in a date. I'm gonna meet her at Zinturi's tonight at seven." Joe spouted quickly, mind working over time to create facts to back his story.
"Oookay, well have a good time." Frank appeared doubtful. Suddenly, that gleam Joe could only recall twice before appeared in his eyes, and he grinned almost slyly as he turned back to read his papers.
"Yeah-uh, you too." Joe muttered, as he turned to leave, quickly stepping out of Frank's room and shutting the door firmly behind him to block any other questions Frank felt like asking.
Sighing, Joe took a deep breath. Now, if I can just get Amy to agree… Joe thought, fingering the phone number in his pocket.
Ok, so there it is! I'm afraid I made Biff and Chet too quick on the draw, but tell me what you all thought. Please review!! Comments, criticisms, and the whole works :)