Chapter 3! Woohoo! I'm actually watching the Goonies now as well so extra accurate. I realised that I mixed up the order of some of the parts in the last chapter so sorry. Also, I forgot to mention that Shadow was sharing a bike with Mouth because her tyres had popped because of a certain somebody... *looks over to Mouth* so yeah... I'm glad to see that you're enjoying the chapter green apple lover 1 and I absolutely loved your hook story. It's awesome. Read on!

Fran's P.O.V

Mikey's attic was no ordinary attic. It was like a mini museum! Mouth, Mikey and me all stood just in front of the stairs. Mouth put one of his hands over Mikey's shoulder and his other in my face. I quickly spat on his hand and he removed it from my face.

"Mikey... I cannot believe that you have something this cool in your house." Mouth said, looking around at everything up there. I just looked at him weirdly. Him and his stories. Mikey just pushed away and began telling everyone to stop touching things.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked Mouth curiously. He just continued to glare at me until he piped up.

"Put your glasses on. I can tell you can't see very well." He said. I just sighed and pulled my glasses out. They looked like this, a black frame with medium thickness lenses. I didn't like wearing them when Mouth or Chunk were around. Chunk would break them and Mouth would punch straight through the lenses. I hated him for doing that when we were a lot younger. Mikey turned around and saw me with my glasses on, looking surprised for about a millisecond, then smiling at me. As I smiled back to him, Mouth smirked at me, then at Mikey.

"What?" I asked. He just smirked. Only he wasn't smirking at me, he was smirking at a broken picture behind me. He walked over to it, sliding behind it before shouting Mikey's name.

"Mi-key!" He yelled. Mikey looked at me so I pointed to the painting. He leaned down towards a crack in a woman's mouth in the painting. Mouth started talking in a ridiculously high-pitched voice. "Come here and make me feel like a woman. Come on, give me a nice, wet, lickery kiss," he said, sticking his tongue through the crack. Mikey slowly grabbed the dusty, bronze-coloured frame of the painting and pulled it away from him.

"A-ha! I gotcha! Now get out from there, you're ruining the painting!" He yelled to Mouth. Mouth looked annoyed.

"You're ruining my joke! The painting's already cracked!" Mouth argued with Mikey for a while until I shut them up.

"Shut up! It's a painting for God's sake. It can be fixed." I said. Both Mikey and Mouth looked at me, then parted. Mikey was attempting to stop people from touching (or breaking in Chunk's case) things. However, he was failing miserably at it. Chunk and Mikey were talking about rejects; I wandered over, not even noticing that I was. The last thing I heard before I spoke was Mouth.

"I'm not a reject." He said calmly with a hint of anger in his voice. I just looked at him. Yeah, Clearly, Clark. We're twins, yet I'm more of a reject.

"Clark. We're twins. We're equally as screwed up. We're both rejects." I said. Now it was his time to just look at me. I mouthed haha so he'd growl at me.

"Stop, Mouth." Mikey sighed, sounding as if he didn't care anymore. "Take that stuff off, Chunk. You're gonna get me in trouble." He pulled a hat off Chunk's head and tossed it to the side before he began to walk away quickly, looking for more things to put back to it's normal place. Data had been fascinated by this electric static thingy for about half the time we'd been up there so no need to worry about him. Chunk had gone to play with something similar to what Data was fascinated by, however, it was a ball shape. Mikey found a picture frame that my brother had knocked over and not picked up.

"Mouth, when you drop something, pick it back u...up..." Mikey faded off. I wandered over again, also without noticing, and crouched beside him. He began to brush the dust as I sneezed like a baby kitten. Goddamn you, Hay fever! He jumped half a mile backwards because he didn't know I was there, relaxing a bit when he saw my green-ish blue eyes staring back to his.

"Um... Sorry." I said rather awkwardly. "You can wipe your arm on this." I handed him a small piece of cloth with an 'C' and a 'D' sown into the side, standing for Clark Devereaux (yes, I took it from him). We both smiled at each other, Mikey handing me the cloth. I took it before looking at what he had in his hands. It looked similar to a map that had definitely been underground, due to the dirt marks, and had some type of Spanish messages or information on it. Instantly, after looking at Mikey's devilish smile (I didn't even know he had it in him), I knew what he was thinking.

"Chunk!" He yelled. Chunk turned around, away from that electricity ball thing, and looked over to me worried. I smiled at him awkwardly and he looked even more worried than when Mikey first shouted him.

"I didn't touch it!" Chunk blurted out. Mouth rolled his eyes at Chunk, then fixed his attention on me and Mikey. He began to make a heart shape with his hands and make it look like me and Mikey were inside the heart. A death glare followed afterwards, making Mouth almost instantly stop.

"I know you didn't touch it. Get over here!" Mikey yelled back, smiling a little at Chunk's idiocy. Hearing this made me smile too, as well as falling on my back for no apparent reason. Up jumped straight back up, smiling at everyone who was looking at me. I got pulled out of the way and landed on my back again because Chunk wanted to be on Mikey's left. Shattering the glass, he dropped the frame, exactly on cue. Everyone crouched around us, becoming silent for a short moment. Growling at Chunk, I walked and crouched next to the already crouching and already fascinated Data, who I knew wouldn't push me away or go in front of me. At that very moment, my phone rang in my pocket (I know that in the 80's, kids didn't usually have phones but it's set in 2015 so... Yeah.), however, my ringtone had changed. It was a recording of Mouth, in his ridiculously high-pitched voice he used before, singing terribly.

Fran and Mikey, sitting in a tree...

I quickly pressed the sound button to silent and glared at Mouth, throwing a rock over Data and Mikey's heads and hitting Mouth right in between his eyes. Walking away, I gave my brother a death glare before answering my phone. It was our older sister, Carrie. I sighed, glancing over at Mouth who was looking at me smugly. Staring at him, I pulled a pair of scissors out of my shoulder bag and made snipping motions with them. He quickly stopped as I turned the sound up on my phone and asked my sister what's wrong.

"Sis, are you still at Mike's house?" She asked. I 'mmm-hmm'd and she sighed. "I'm coming over. Don't go anywhere."

"Whatever. I don't even care anymore." I said through gritted teeth. I couldn't see but I knew that Carrie furrowed her brow.

"What's wrong with you? Will, stop!" Carrie said, shouting at our older (well younger to her) brother. Electric guitar noises and singing (a song called Die in a Fire by the fabulous 'The Living Tombstone' P.S I DON'T OWN THE SONG! It belongs to the rightful owners and that's that) could be heard. After a few shouts, it went quiet and Carrie spoke. "Alright. I'll be there in a minute. Where abouts in his house are you, exactly, anyway?"

"Attic. Kay?" I replied calmly. "Oh! Also, can you bring me my jacket as well? I don't think I'll manage with this one."

"Sure thing! You've got your scissors, haven't you?" Carrie asked. "Don't use them on Mouth, please! I don't want to explain to Mum!"

"I won't. I'll just... threaten him with them. Okay?" I smiled. "Bye!" I hung up and walked back to the group. The last thing I heard was Mikey. I had one hand on Data's shoulder and my other on Mikey's.

" But, what if? You guys, just what if this map could lead to One-eyed Willy's rich stuff? "

"You know what, Mike? You probably could." I said, more than happy to side with him instead of Mouth. "With your amazing treasure hunting skills and umm... starica-"

"Stamina, dweeb." Mouth cut in.

"That's what I said. With your stamina, you could do it no problem." Mikey smiled at me, then turned to the rest of the Goonies.

"Then we wouldn't have to leave the Goon Docks!" He said. Data half believed him, half didn't. Chunk was nervous. Mouth was all 'Uhh... No' and Brand was looking over at something.

"Uh.. I don't want to go on any more of your crazy Goonie adventures." Chunk said. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Ding Dong!" Chunk mimicked before rushing downstairs with everyone else. I stayed up with Mikey until he decided to go downstairs, too.

Chapter 3! God, that took me a long time. Hope you enjoyed. I will (probably) add how the guys met Mouth, Fran, Carrie and William. Anyway, R & R. It helps, promise! Bye!

Word Total:- 1714

Fran~'Shadow'~Devereaux