Another short update. ;)
This turned out kind of lighthearted and funny, but don't worry, more drama ahead!
I do not own Nancy Drew or The Hardy Boys.
"Frank."
The oldest Hardy brother fidgeted with the car keys in his fingers. Unsettling thoughts turned themselves over and over in his mind. Should he stay in Joe's room at all times, or trade off with Bess and George? Should he request that Joe be moved to a different room, or call 911, or his dad, or should he maybe buy an automati –
"Frank!"
The voice registered in his mind, and Frank jerked his head up, meeting Joe's blue eyes. "Yeah?"
"You sure are lost in thought," his younger brother commented rather sarcastically. Then the sarcastic look changed to one of impish mischief. "You wouldn't happen to be thinking of a certain re-headed –"
"Joe, everything's on my mind right now," Frank groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "You, Nancy, everything that went wrong in that canyon, not to mention planning for the next few weeks."
Not to mention what I've done to you.
"What's happening the next few weeks?" Joe yawned.
"I've talked on the phone with Dad a little. We thought about having you flown to Bayport, but agreed that we should probably stay here for a few more weeks at least."
"Good," Joe grinned. "I don't want to leave yet."
Frank's curiosity was piqued. "Why?"
"Friends. And I like being away from Bayport, honestly. River Heights is so much smaller it just feels nice to… Get away, I guess." Joe shrugged.
They lapsed into silence. Frank swallowed his worry and attempted to look normal. Now that Joe had mentioned it, he did want to head over to Nancy's room.
Automatically, his eyes flickered to the window.
Pulling out his phone, Frank pressed New Message.
Recipient(s): BESS MARVIN, GEORGE FAYNE
Hey, could you guys come up to Joe's room? I don't want him to be alone, but don't tell him that. Now, don't get worried, but
Frank frowned in mid-text. No. He back-spaced until it was clear again.
Would you mind coming up and spending some time with Joe? I want to go talk to Nancy, but I don't want him alone, because I think that there might be problems with the window.
He shook his head and re-read what he'd just typed. How dumb do you WANT them to think you are, Frank? Backspacing again, he began to type the first thoughts that came to his head.
Could you guys come up to Joe's room? I want to go tell Nancy that I love her
He blinked. Heck no. Backspace, dude!
Enter
Another blink.
Message sent!
Two blinks. A face palm. Frank Hardy, you did NOT just send that message!
"Undo! UNDO SEND!" Frank yelped, frantically punching the buttons on his phone.
"Frank? Are you okay?"
He looked up to see Joe looking at him strangely. Embarrassed, Frank sat back down in his armchair meekly. "Yeah. I'm good."
Please don't read it, please don't read it, PLEASE don't read it…!
1 new message!
2 new messages!
Frank groaned.
Poor Frank. I feel ya.