Disclaimer: I do not possess any featured characters from the book series The Hardy Boys Mystery Stories by Franklin W. Dixon, and I am not the creator.
Warning 1: Thou shall not steal. Plagiarism is a dastardly deed. Thank you.
Warning 2: No beta reader. Apologies for everything wrong, such as any character personality discrepancies, in this short story. Any criticism is welcome. I have a high pain tolerance.
Inspiration: I only encountered the Hardy Boys through the Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys SuperMysteries. The main inspiration for this work is the 1970s TV series The Hardy Boys Mystery Stories starring Shaun Cassidy (Joe Hardy) and Parker Stevenson (Frank Hardy). It was the interaction between the two of them that made me think of this idea. This piece especially manifested after I saw the "African Safari" episode when Joe asks his father, "When do I get to be (the) older (one)?"
Brother Before Galaxy
By Jan J. (or P.J.P.), Little Sister's Keepress
"Joe, hurry up!" eighteen year old Frank Hardy impatiently called out to his brother who was still upstairs. Glancing at the mirror in the hallway, the elder Hardy absent-mindedly straightened out his long-sleeved shirt and black vest.
"I'm coming, Frank," Joe's voice echoed downstairs. "You know, I have more pieces in my costume than you do!" he continued indignantly.
"Sorry," Frank apologized. "Who knew that we would ever have to go undercover at a science fiction convention to catch the culprit?"
"Well, I only have one question for you," replied Joe as he emerged from his bedroom at the apex of the staircase.
"Oh, what's that?" Frank asked as he fiddled with the blaster pistol (1) in his holster.
"Why do you get to be Han Solo (2)?" Joe grumbled. Hearing the slight frustration in his brother's tone, Frank looked up and spotted the blue-eyed teen attempting to untangle a lightsaber (3) from his overflowing, blindingly white apparel.
With a grin at Joe's quandary, Frank smoothly answered, "I am older and wiser after all." The brunet reached over and easily liberated the lightsaber from his sibling's clothing.
"By only one year!" Joe cried out.
"Well, I usually get the girl," teased Frank.
Joe scowled at this.
"And you are a blondie," Frank remarked, "like Luke Skywalker (4)."
Joe furiously turned away from the elder Hardy. After several seconds of calming down, he thoughtfully said, "I suppose I ought to be grateful for one thing."
"Yes?" Frank curiously inquired.
"As the younger, I always have you to watch out for me," Joe admitted.
"That you do, little brother," Frank agreed, affectionately ruffling the blond's hair. "You always will."
(1), (2), (3), and (4) are George Lucas' fabrications—not Little Sister Keepress' creations.