Cruise & Bruise:- A Nancy Drew & Hardy Boys Fanfiction

22| Date Night

Thank you so much to Siona_loves_stories for the wonderful cover. Hope you'll like the chapter.
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Nancy's POV:-

Goddamn! Why am I feeling so much nervous? It's just Frank, not any stranger. It's not like we're getting married!

Deep breaths Nancy. Breathe in. Breath out.

Yes, I can do this! I bring the pendant around my neck but my confidence flew out the window as soon as I flinched when I felt pain in my arm.

Bullocks! It feels like a thousand ton of bricks have been thrown on my arm!

I don't remember hurting myself... Eh, it must have happened during my sleep.

Okay, Nancy... You're ready.... You can do this-

Knock. Knock.

Do I look okay? Will Frank like this? What if he doesn't want to go on a date anymore? What if-

No, stop. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I already knew who it was, so I strengthened my dress and opened the door with a bright smile, that turned into a look of awe as I stared at the boy before me.

Holy Shit did he look handsome!

" Wow. " He whispered. " You look amazing Nance! "

I blushed a deep shade of red, probably matching the colour of my dress. " Thank you. You look dashing too. " Now look whose time it is to blush?

Aww... He looks so adorable while blushing!

" Shall we? " The blushing boy asked, extending his hand towards me. I smiled. " We shall. "

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" What? I can't believe you used to do that! " I clutched my belly as tears escaped from my eyes because of laughing so hard, while Frank had a sheepish expression on his face.

We were currently having dinner at the deck, overlooking the sea, with candle and fairy lights surrounding us. There were a few other couples here with us, but I didn't mind, as long as I was with Frank. I must admit, this was the best date ever!

The last one hour, we had been talking about random things and making jokes out of cheesy comments. Then came the time when I asked Frank about one of his most embarrassing moments.

Flashback

" You're gonna laugh at me once you hear my story Nance! I'm not telling my most embarrassing moment to you. "

" Oh Frank, come on! I swear, I'm not gonna laugh at you. "

He seemed to be contemplating his decision before huffing out a "fine."

" I was seven at that time, when one day mom brought a dozen eggs. I-I used to believe that if you lay a blanket over the eggs and sit on them, chicks appear magically. And I-I did that but the eggs all cracked and well.... The rest you know. "

Flashback End.

I let out a snort. " You've got to be kidding me! This is.... This is so.... so damn hilarious! " I managed to say between hysteric laughter. Frank turned a deep shade of red.

" St-stop! It was Joe's idea, I swear! That little piece of- "

Our little moment was completely ruined.

Gunshots. Glass shattering. Blood.

Three men appeared out of the dark, their faces hidden by a mask, each holding a gun. I glanced around, and saw the deck almost empty.

" Nan-Nancy? I-I..." Frank's almost inaudible whisper brought my attention back towards him. I gasped at the sight of him. "Frank? " He had blood oozing out from his abdomen. I quickly tore a piece of my dress and applied pressure with it on his abdomen to stop the blood. " Fr-Frank? Can y-you hear me? Stay with m-me.... Please...." I sobbed as his eyes became heavy.

I was so busy in attending to Frank that I didn't notice the three goons taking off in the opposite direction as soon as ambulance sirens came into hearing.

I took out my gun from the gun holder strapped on my thigh and charged after them. One of the goons looked back and upon noticing me, stumbled a bit. Excellent! This gave me enough time to catch up with him.

" Who the hell are you? And how dare you hurt someone close to me?! " I yelled at his face when I tugged at his coat and spun him around to face me. In went a right punch towards my face. Successfully dodging it, I threw a right kick at his abdomen. He stumbled back a bit, and before he could regain his balance, I threw a punch at his face, that sent him losing his balance.

I mentally patted my back for taking all those self defence classes back in high school.

While goon_3, yes that's what I'm calling him, was struggling to regain his balance, I tried to peel his mask off his face.

Keyword: tried.

He swiftly caught my wrist and spun me around so that my back was facing his front, and his gun was pointed directly at my head. " You think you can catch me, you little brat? " My eyes widened for two reasons.

One, the voice sounded eerily familiar. And two, that tattoo..... That tattoo on his arm- I've seen it before. I've seen it clearly and fair, before. But.... It couldn't be him.... It couldn't be....

" Not so talkative now, huh? I'm warning you.... Don't. You. Dare. Cross. My. Path. Or. I'll. Kill. All. Of. Your. Dear. Ones. Next. Time. " He spat each word, lacing with venom. Counting to three, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, hard. His grip on me loosened and I took that chance to spin around and punch his face once again.

By this time, two police officers were already coming towards us. He gave me one last look before sprinting off.

I was numb, flabbergasted, as I stared at his retreating back, even when the police officers caught up with me. One thought was constantly spiralling in my mind, my vision blurred by unshed tears.

How could he do this?
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