When Beverly and Charlie woke up, they each called the leader - Bill - hoping he would tell the rest of the group what happened. Maybe if they saw the same thing, they weren't crazy. Or as crazy.

"What are we doing here?" Richie asked with his big ol' loud mouth as Charlie and Beverly traveled down the apartment stairs to meet them.

"She just said to hurry over," Stanley spoke, walking his bike by the handles.

Beverly and Charlie both breathed a sigh of relief as the boys pulled up.

"You guys showed up," Charlie said. "We need to show you something."

"More than what we saw at the Quarry?" Richie joked, looking for some appreciation.

"Shut up! Just shut up, Richie!" Eddie yelled in annoyance.

"My dad would kill me-us if he found out we had guys in the apartment." Beverly stated fragually.

"Wuh-w-w-we'll leave a l-l-l-lookout." Bill turned back to look at Richie. "Rich, s-s-stu-stay here."

"Woah woah woah! What if her dad comes back?!" Richie said, still sitting on the seat of his bike.

"Do what you always do; start talking!" Stan hissed to Rich then turned to join the group.

"It is a gift." Richie slouched in the seat of his bike as the rest of the group left him.

The rest of the losers went inside Beverly's house and slowly prowled down the hall together.

"There . . ." Beverly's quivering finger pointed toward the bathroom.

Eddie started rambling. The group found it annoying, but Charlie found it somewhat cute.

"Great, bringing us to the bathroom. You know that 89% of the worse accidents occur in the bathroom and kitchen. And that's where all the bacteria and fungi are . . . and it is not a hygienic place-" Someone pushed the door open to reveal a bright red room. Eddie gagged at the sight, pulling out his aspirator. "I knew it."

"Do you see it?" Beverly asked, still thinking she might be insane.

"Yes . . ." Ben said, still taking in the view completely. "What happened here?"

"I thought I might be crazy-" Bev's voice trailed off into nothing.

"If you're crazy, we all are." Ben gulped.

"We c-c-cuh-can't luh-l-leave it like th-this." Bill said.

Beverly and Charlie gathered materials while Eddie frantically searched Bev's house for gloves. Beverly went and found them and gave them to Eddie so he would stop freaking out. That's when he approached Charlie.

"Y-you should take a pair." Eddie offered to Charlie, holding out a pair of gloves. "It's not safe handling blood without them."

"Right." All she could do was smile at him and agree. "Thanks."

"No problem."

They all worked on different parts of the bathroom. Without noticing, Charlie and Eddie were both put on floor. Eddie put on a nose plug and gagged intensely every now and then; earning weird glanced from Charlie. They took turns with a mop and while one had a mop the other one had a sponge. Although Charlie didn't mind, she usually got stuck with the sponge most of the time.

Mostly everyone had cleared out of the bathroom except Beverly and Bill. Charlie, being a good friend, signalled Eddie to come with her outside.

"Come on, Eddie." She whispered gently so Bev couldn't hear.

"What? Why?" Charlie nudged Eds and he saw what she meant.

He exited the room with her and took off the gloves that he was wearing, the fiery-red-haired girl did the same. The Hudson girl started to walk outside until Eddie gently pulled on her wrist and let go.

"What?" She asked patiently.

"Can I tell you something?" Eddie's cheeks started flushing red.

"Sure."

"I really like it when you hang out with us. We all do . . ."

"Thank you," Eddie blushed lightly at her response.

"You shouldn't thank us too much," he nervously chuckled. "Hanging out with us makes you a loser, too."

"I can take that," Charlie flashed him a smile before exiting the house.

*A/N*

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I know this one was short. I'm sorry lol. I'm also sorry that Eddie and Charlie kinda stole Beverly and Bi'll part, but honestly, it's a cute part of the movie.