hardy boys fan fiction

PARADIGM

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by

Copagirl

Chapter 8

hardy boys fan fiction

 

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

 

 

The Judge stared sternly at the two teens who stood in his court. Both appeared to be contrite and scared as they gazed up at the judge. Their court appointed attorneys distanced themselves from Spike; they asked the Judge to charge the two boys separately, arguing that Spike started the incident and was the only one who had a weapon.

“Toby Smith, Mikey Lerner you have been found guilty of your crimes. You have show remorse for what you have done and have been exemplary prisoners while you awaited trail. I sentence you boys to eighteen months at the Bayport Men’s prison.”

Toby and Mikey closed their eyes and let out [a] sighs of relief. Neither of them had wanted to fight but they were honor bound by their association with the gang. They had been scared while in prison and when they learned about the deaths of Charlie, Jamie and Tom it made them realize how dumb they were. With the help of their court appointed attorney they had contacted Eduardo Prito to apologize and to promise to pay for any damages. The guards led them out of the court room and Alex ‘Spike’ Fine was escorted before the judge.

“Alex Fine…”

“Spike, my name is Spike!” growled the young teen.

“Very well,” sighed the judge. “Spike you have shown no remorse for what you have done. In fact you have been nothing but trouble since you were charged. I have a report of the trouble you caused while you were being held in prison. Therefore I sentence you to ten to fifteen years at the Bayport Men’s prison.”

The judge’s gavel hit his desk with a loud bang.

As the guards took hold of Spike he turned around and glared at the Hardys and their friends.

“You just wait….you’ll be sorry,” he yelled out angrily as the guards dragged him away.

** ** **

“Well I’m glad that’s over with,” sighed Gertrude Hardy.

“We are too Aunt Gertrude!” Frank smiled at his aunt.

“I don’t know about you guys but I’m starving!” Chet let out a low moan while rubbing his ample stomach.

“I’m experiencing a sense of deja vu!” laughed Joe.

Callie and Iola laughed along with Joe.  Tony just shrugged when he noticed Aunt Gertrude’s and Mrs. Hardy’s perplexed expressions.

“That’s exactly what he said the night Spike drew a knife on Tony,” explained Frank.

Mrs. Morton came up behind Chet and gave him a hug. “My Chet is a growing boy, he needs his nourishment!”

“Well it’s a good thing I’ve prepared a nice lunch for everyone then,” replied Aunt Gertrude. “No chance of getting into any trouble!”

“No Gertrude, it wasn’t like the boys went looking for trouble,” chuckled Laura.

Mrs. Morton, Mrs. Hopper and Mrs. Prito joined in the laughter as the group walked out of the courthouse filled with laughter and they smiled so much that no one noticed Joe and Iola held hands and lagging behind. Every now and then Joe fluffed back the bangs that Iola now wore to cover the scar on her temple.

“Come on you two – hurry it up!” Chet yelled out.

“It’s shorty here! She can’t keep up with us long-legged people!” replied Joe.

“Hey,” Iola gasped while she punched Joe in the arm.

“Hop on and I’ll give you a lift!”

Iola jumped on Joe’s back and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Holding onto her legs, Joe ran down the rest of the steps towardChet.  Iola rode piggy-back the rest of the walk to the cars. Callie teased Frank for not carrying her to the car.

** ** **

Frank, Callie and the rest of the gang didn’t think anything was strange with Joe and Iola’s behavior. The young couple always teased each other. If Joe appeared to be more caring everyone assumed it had to do with the accident. He even treated Chet a little nicer.

Mrs. Prito was unable to join the Hardys for lunch but told Tony to stay and have fun. Biff offered a ride to him and he went to join Biff and his mother.  Callie had spent the night at the Morton farm she got in the car with Iola, Chet and Mrs. Morton. Mrs. Hopper rode with Laura and Gertrude while Biff and Tony rode with Frank and Joe.

 

Laura Hardy was surprised and concerned when she saw smoke coming from the backyard.  Frank and Joe immediately got out of their car – Frank running over to his mother’s side.

“Stay in the car Joe and I will have a look!”

“Don’t forget about us,” said Chet. Biff agreed; his face set in a determined expression. 

“You boys be careful,” Aunt Gertrude gazed worriedly at her nephews and their friends.

Suddenly a tall shadowy figure could be seen walking toward the back gate. Then a familiar figure opened the back gate and walked over to the car.

“Dad!” Joe and Frank cried out in unison as they hurried over.

Fenton placed an arm around their shoulders; he grinned happily at his sons. Laura and Gertrude practically jumped out of the car as they ran over to Fenton. 

“When did you get back?” asked Laura.

“About an hour ago. I knew it was too late to make it to the courthouse so I decided to grill some burgers.” Fenton replied with a grin.

“Hi Mr. Hardy welcome back!” greeted Chet followed by the Hoopers and Mrs. Morton.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make the trial,” said Fenton. Laura  kept him up to date when he called home.

“They learned what their sentence was going to be today,” Chet informed Mr. Hardy.

“How did it go?” asked Fenton.

“Spike got ten to fifteen and I doubt he’s going to get out with good behavior!” chuckled Joe.

“Fenton, what were you doing in the backyard and why did we see smoke?” Gertrude asked as she headed for the backyard.

“OH! I saw the potato salad and the hamburger patties ready to be cooked sooo…..I got the grill going.”

“Yes!” Chet pumped his fist happily.

 

It was mid-afternoon when Mrs. Hooper and Biff started to head home. Fenton offered to give them a ride home but Mrs. Hooper declined the offer.

“The walk will do me good - I need to walk off lunch,” she chuckled.

“Are you sure, Linda?” asked Mrs. Morton. “The kids and I will be living in a few minutes…as soon as I find Iola!”

“I know where she is Mom – she and Joe went inside to get something to more lemonade.”

“They’re sure taking their sweet time – I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes for them to come back,” griped Aunt Gertrude.

Taking his glass with him, Chet went inside the house. A few seconds later they heard a yelp and glass shattering.  Frank was the first to jump out of his seat and run towards the house – Fenton was right behind them.

** ** **

Chet walked into the kitchen it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust coming from the brightness outside. What he saw caused him to let out a loud gasp and drop his glass.

“Chet are you all right?” asked Iola and Joe.

“Chet what’s wrong?” asked Frank.

Frank came to a quick halt as he almost crashed into Chet.  Frank did bump into his stout friend when Fenton ran into him.  Frank moved around Chet and glanced around the room.  He noted Joe and Iola stood apart, blushing – Chet’s mouth was open in shock. Mrs. Morton made her way inside the kitchen.

“Chet what is going on here?”

Chet blinked a few times then a hug grin appeared on his face.

“Oh nothing – I just caught Iola and Joe kissing!”

Iola moved closer to Joe, placing her arm around his waist.

“As Joe’s girlfriend I’m allowed to kiss him!”

Joe nodded his head. “And as Iola’s boyfriend…” Turning Joe soundly kissed Iola on the lips.

 

 

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