A Burnt Soul

Alright, so I decided to keep this going, even though I only got a total of 'quickly checks', four reviews in the month it's been up. Well, it would be five, but MythicalGirl17 accidentally reviewed twice, with the same exact words. So I was wondering, was it just because nearly no one liked it, very few people who read the Hardy Boys review, or people just decided to be lazy the day they read this? But, to:

bhar, cosabella, Narnia's Princess [cool name, by the way :) ], and MythicalGirl17- Thank you so much. You were the only people who bothered to review, and all of you asked me to continue. So this is for you.

cosabella- I am really sorry, but I had already decided on the Joe lives or dies matter. However, as you are one of the people who this chapter is for, I will change my decision. Joe Hardy rules!

I do not own The Hardy Boys (even if I do own a grand total of 44 Hardy Boys books), Franklin W. Dixon does. Here we go:

It was two months after the explosion that had taken one thing from the Hardys. That thing was their car. However, at the same time, it also gave them many things. Those things included Joe and Iola's lives, the laughter that had just erupted from Frank's mouth, their belief that miracles really can happen, and a lot more.

Because everything had been alright. Frank had dove into the burning inferno and rescued Joe, escaping with only minor burns and a bit of coughing. Iola hadn't been harmed at all except for the bruises that came with being tossed three yards onto hard concrete. Joe had been the worst.

For the first three days, the doctors and everyone had been convinced that he wouldn't live. But, like he always did, he proved them wrong. He had been in the hospital with burns covering a lot of his body, most of them being on his right arm. He had broken his ankle when slamming into the ground, and dislocated his shoulder (which had given him the impression that he was being ripped apart). But it had been determined that he would live after three days had passed and he woke up.

The Hardys were extremely thankful. Especially today, when their seventeen year old son was coming home. He had been in the hospital for two full months, and just gotten discharged exactly thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds ago- Frank was keeping track - and he was one minute away from being home.

Joe sighed as he walked up the stairs to his house- on crutches - and waited for his mom to unlock the door and, as soon as it was open, he barged inside. Joe had been told that Frank, Iola, Chet, and Biff were waiting for him inside.

As soon as he was inside, he was grabbed and led to the back yard, where he found that a lot more people than those he had been told about were here. He quickly spotted all four Mortons, the Hoopers, Tony, Phil, Callie, Frank, and many more.

A large banner the color of Joe's eyes hung from two trees, reading 'Welcome home, Joe!' in green. The silence was then interrupted by several cries of, you guessed it, "Welcome home, Joe!" Said boy could help but grin. Even if he was still in constant pain, as he refused the pain killers, he was definitely happy to be home.

The rest of the day passed without incident, unless you counted the punch bowl being uprooted and splashed all over Callie's pants in a certain spot that made it look as if... yeah, I think you get my meaning.* But all she had to do was go inside, change, and then ignore the teasing for the rest of the party.

And it was officially official, Joe Hardy was home, and he wasn't going anywhere soon.

* Alright, for all of you out there who don't get why I did this, it's because I couldn't help myself, and Callie's my least favorite Hardy Boys character. And she does mean stuff to Joe, so why shouldn't I do mean stuff to her? Yes, for all of you wondering, I do know that that is a childish excuse, but oh well. I am what I am, right?

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