AN: Okay people All characters Belong to SM and blah, blah, blah I own nothing blah, blah, blah, I'm so Jealous, yadda, yadda, yadda and all Games, game systems, tv shows, movies, and songs belong to their rightful owners. No copyright intended.

I'm too pretty for Juvi Lolz .

And We WON! Cause we nice like that.

"Hold it how do you know they won." Rose asked and Maddie looked like she was going to ask the same thing. I sat there doing my touchdown dance like a mad woman.

"Because the game says so." Emmett said in a cool, calm voice. And Edward and Jasper grabbed markers and paper and gave us a 10 and the others a 9, Rose was pissed. Ha And I was on cloud 'They got a 9' LOL. Literally.

Well that was fun. Okay so I really don't want to sing Dammit. None of us are good at that so, I'm going to tell them we should pick a different song.

"Hey guys?" I asked.

They were all done with the pouting and the gloating. Thank God. I said internally.

"Yeah." Manny and Alice said at the same time.

"We should pick a different song. Dammit is great, but we're all terrible at that song. So we should pick something that is more fun and something, I don't know, 80's like." I said in a tone that said, DUH!

"Yeah. How 'bout we don Beat It in honor of MJ." Rose said. That was a great idea. Okay so I know that I picked the songs but that was stupid I know that I'm a huge coward when it comes to that song too confusing. I get so caught up in the song that I forget which buttons to press. I am Blink182-retarded.

"Coolness. So Beat It, it is."

I selected Beat It and hit expert, Jake's team did the same.

"Ready." I asked them.

"As we'll ever be." Wow Quil. Deep as a puddle.

"Alright GO!" And the song started we really got into Michael Jackson mode. Singing and some doing the moonwalk.

(Lyrics to Beat It.)

They told him, "Don't you ever come around here

Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear."

The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear

So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can

Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man

You wanna be tough, better do what you can

So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it

Just beat it, beat it

Just beat it, beat it

Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can

Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man

You wanna stay alive, better do what you can

So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared

You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare

They'll kick you, then they beat you

Then they'll tell you it's fair

So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it

Beat it

Beat it

Beat it

Beat it

Beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, (beat it) beat it, (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Just beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it

It was crazy we were all feeling it. We were so into it I didn't notice that the huge lamp had fallen down and the drawers we shaking from the intensity of she volume, and All of us were sweating bullets, and Disco Ball had fallen on the couch, thank goodness If that would've broke OMCD, (AN: Oh My Cheese Doodles x'D.)and the frames were shivering, some even slithered down that wall. Creepy. But cool. Like really cool. Like awesome-sauce OMCD new True Blood episode cool. Like Nikki Reed in thirteen cool. Like Kristen Stewart in Speak cool. Like Taylor Lautner is Drop Dead Sexy in every movie he ever made cool. It's like- Okay I think you probably got it. But just that cool.

"Damn, we awesome." Embry said after a long time. We all felt great.

"Hell yes we are and look who won. Oh Baby I did high two." I said to him and we raised the peace sign and waved it up and down. We made that up when we were eleven.

"Aw crap." Jake said pouting. There is no bruise more painful than a man's pride. I feel like punching that bruise. His lower lip jutted out, little puffy cute lip. Ha he lost.

"What was that baby?" I asked in a high pitched voice, " Are you sad did you wanna win? Did you wanna rub it in, Well too damn bad 'cuz we too fly and too live for you. Sorry babes." Everybody know's I only say 'babes' when I'm being sarcastic or mean. And today was both.

"Shut up Bell." He said. I decided not to egg him on.

"Next song please, like NOW" Rosalie said.

Alright Misery Business.

I looked over at Jake. He is sweating like he just ran a marathon, and yet we're all sweating and nobody smells. And if they do then I don't know because we are in a fog of Febreze. Thanks a lot Charlie. Alice and Rosalie started smirking. They both were great singers and both idolized Hayley Williams. And we all did. Jake's idol was Brendon Urie. And his second best was Josh Farro.

(Lyrics to Misery Business.)

Hit that, hit that snare.

I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top

She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock

It's a matter of time before we all run out

When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth

I waited eight long months, she finally set him free

I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me

Two weeks, and we had caught on fire

She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But, God, does it feel so good

Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could, then you know you would

Cause, God, it just feels so…

It just feels so good

Second chances, they don't ever matter, people never change

Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change

And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged

I'm sorry, honey, but I'm past that, now look this way

Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you

Looking as innocent as possible to get to who

They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right

Well, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But, God, does it feel so good

Cause I got him where I want him right now.

And if you could, then you know you would

Cause, God, it just feels so…

It just feels so good

I watched his wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving you

Just watch my wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving…

Whoa, I never meant to brag,

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But, God, does it feel so good

Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could, then you know you would

Cause, God, it just feels so…

It just feels so good

We won again. Wow I think I might go deaf from the cheering.

No we're onto No Sleep Till Brooklyn. Alice and Rose started to get all ghetto-ed up. And such tried to look gangster. And started rapping. Like The Beastie Boys. Aww Little Jake is getting pissed off. As much as I love him, as a friend, for now. Damn you inner thoughts, I have to crush him. In the words of Megan Fox 'I want you hopeless.' And I do. For now.

(Lyrics to No Sleep Till Brooklyn.)

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal

Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle

My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time

City to city I'm running my rhymes

On location, touring around the nation

Beastie Boys always on vacation

Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable

I do what I do best because I'm willing and able

Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking

Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking

While you're at the job working nine to five

The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin' it live

No sleep till--

Another plane, another train

Another bottle in the brain

Another girl, another fight

Another drive all night

Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust

He's got his own room at the back of the bus

Tour around the world, you rock around the clock

Plane to hotel, girls on the jock

We're trashing hotels like it's going out of style

Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while

Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door

MCA's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore

We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack

With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back

No sleep till--

No sleep till Brooklyn

No sleep till Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band

MCA, get on the mike my man

Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A.

They call me Adam Yauch

But I'm M.C.A..

Like a lemon to a lime

A lime to a lemon

I sip the def ale with all the fly women.

Got limos

Arena

TV-shows

Autograph pictures and classy hos

Step off homes

Get out of my way

Taxing little girlies from here to L.A..

Waking up

Before I get to sleep

'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week!

No sleep till -

No sleep till Brooklyn! No sleep till Brooklyn !

We win. So we cheered, and laughed.

Then Dad said, "Okay rockstars pizza's here." Before he could get the words out we had the game on pause, controllers on the couch and were at the table. Emmett, Jasper and Edward looked scared. I laughed.

"Okay you guys can eat too duh." I said they mumbled thanks and got slices from my dad and Billy. My dad ordered eight pies. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't know how amazing a chicken slice is after like four songs. The only problem was that aside from Emmett, I now named Curly Fry because of the hair, Jasper now named Shadow, and Edward now named Chowder, I don't know I just picked the names, so yes aside from them we had a hard time eating. Thanks to playing songs forever our fingers are sore and pizza is hot NOT COOL!