((Thanks for my reviewers!!! Okay- sadly enough, I figure that this is my... second-last chapter!! Sorry! cries I won't be able to part with this one, but other (hopefully) great fics (aka: a sorta sequel) are on the way, so yeah! This one is kind of just a silly, sorta pointless chappie I was thinking of when I was really supposed to be thinking of the grand ending... Anyways! ... I'll just write now...))

Extra Disclaimer: I do not own any of the songs which will be named in this chapter, they belong to the artists that sing them, their record companies/etc...

Chapter Twelve: Song War

"Almost home you guys! Isn't it funny that our final gig is back at home?" Summer pointed out happily to those who weren't asleep on the plane.

"Yeah... it's gonna be sad just being stuck home again." Zack sighed.

"Yeah. And with school coming up soon." Freddy added glumly.

"Hey- I wonder if we're famous." Lawrence chimed in. Summer rolled her eyes. As manager, Summer knew everything. But it didn't take a genius to figure out that fan clubs, stalkers, sold-out gigs, and a tour meant that you were famous. Or at least partly famous. She thought.

"Be quiet, Katie! Of course we are!" Tomika cried.

"I wonder if we'll still have to go to school..." Freddy wondered.

"Of course we will, you loser! We're what, 14? We have our whole lives ahead of us!" Summer exclaimed.

The small group was silent for a moment and only the hum of the engine and Dewey's loud snoring could be heard.

"I'm bored and can't sleep." Marta stated obviously.

"Same here."

"Me too."

"Yeah..."

"I know!" Summer smiled. "Let's play a game! I mean... we only have half an hour left..."

"Only half an hour..." Gordon moaned.

"Summer's right," Katie stated. "How about we can only talk using titles or the main lyrics of songs to talk?"

"That should be fun!" Tomika agreed.

"Okay!"

"Why not?!"

"Nothing better to do..."

"Okay." Summer stated. "We start... now!"

Katie, Freddy, Summer, and Zack's Conversation

"I Want You To Want Me!" Freddy teased Katie jokingly, who rolled her eyes and smirked.

"You Can't Always Get What You Want." Katie smiled back innocently.

"She's So Cold." Zack sneered.

"Just Like You." Summer sneered back.

"It's Not Easy To Be Me."

"Life Goes On."

"I Think I'm Turning Japanese!"

"Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting!"

"Yeah."

"Here I Go Again!"

"Where?"

"A Whole New World!"

"If It Makes You Happy..."

"Yeah!"

"I'm Still Here!"

"Don't Wanna Think About You."

"I Miss You."

"Dream On!"

"All we need is a little Patience!"

"American Idiot."

"I Used To Love Her but I had to kill her!"

"Only the Good Die Young!"

"Superstitious..."

...

"Say Anything!"

"Don't Speak."

"Yeah."

"Freddy, you keep saying 'Yeah'!"

"Ha! That wasn't a song, Summer!"

"Neither was that! Haha!"

"No fair!"

"Hey!"

"Now only Zack and Katie are still in in our group!"

"But 'Hey' isn't a song, Katie!"

"Yeah it is! By Gary Glitter you loser! You know, the football song thing! AH! Now I'm talking, too!"

"In The End. (I'm the) Only One!"

"Shut up, Zack."

"Haha! Oof! Now you made me lose, too!"

"Haha!"

"Okay..."

"So what do we do now?"

"Let's listen to the other group."

Tomika, Marta, Gordon, and Lawrence's Conversation

Summer felt the plane give a shake as they turned their attention to the others.

"Get Off My Cloud!" Lawrence yelled at no one in particular outside the window, where clouds began to dot the plane with rain drops and turbulence.

"We're Going Under!" Marta seconded as the plane began its declining land.

"Free Falling!" Gordon.

"Away from the Sun!" Tomika.

"Rain on Me!!"

"Good Vibrations!"

"Hold On!"

"Falling!"

"Cry Me A River!"

"Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds!"

"Blame it On the Weatherman!"

"Tears in Heaven."

"Down."

"You guys aren't doing it right!" Summer complained, causing the others to stare. "You're supposed to have a conversation using the song titles- not just blurting out random connecting titles that have to do with what's going on! Ish!"

"Oh..." The others said. "Oh well."

"Haha!" Freddy laughed. "You guys are out now, too! Nobody won!!!"

"Since when was it a contest?" Tomika asked. Summer looked to Katie for reinforcements, but Katie's and Marta's eyes were glued to the airplane's TV, which was showing the Olympics.

"Since when was Michael Phelps so hot?" Marta asked, her mouth slightly agape. ((The Olympics rock, ya'll!!! And sadly, I do not own them either, but I forgot to put that in the disclaimer and am too lazy to scroll up and add it in...))

"Since when will you two get a life?" Gordon rolled his eyes. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Whoa. We're landed you guys!"

"Home sweet home!"

"Now let's wake up the others and get ready for our last gig!"

"Yeah!!!"