𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑| 𝐋.𝐂.

37: Battle

"Yes." Alex nods his head.

"Okay, I need a Raven." Suzanne says and Becca stands up.

She draws a paper from the basket and hands it back to Suzanne.

"Next up is...films directed by Steven Spielberg." She says.

"Ah, easy." Leo says, clapping his hands together.

"How'd they get that one?" Daniel says.

"Alright, thirty seconds. And go!" Suzanne says to them.

"E.T., Raiders of the Lost Ark, Jaws. God, I love this man so much, I wanna have his babies." Max says.

"Save the nerd worship for later. Uh, Jurassic Park." Leo says.

"Gremlins." Becca says.

"No, he was just an executive producer on that one." Suzanne says.

"Just an executive producer? The man is a god." Max says.

"Minus a point." Suzanne says.

"The color purple." Max says.

"He produced that one, too." Emma says to him.

"Produced and directed. Don't question my Steven Spielberg knowledge." Max mutters to her.

"I wasn't, I was-"

"Okay, will you two shut up? Okay, uh, I have one, uh..." Leo trails off.

"Ten seconds." Suzanne says.

"Uh, what is it called? Ugh, I have it." Leo says, patient the table.

"Do you want a hint?" Max says.

"Stop dominating everything, Max." Becca tells him and I clench my jaw.

"Stop telling people what to do." I snap at Becca.

"I can't think like this, guys. Damn." Leo exclaims, huffing.

"Ready Player..." Emma trails off.

"Time's up." Suzanne says.

"One." Emma says, frowning.

"I'll give you that. But after the deduction, you have five points, guys." Suzanne tells the Ravens.

"Eagles in the lead." Alex says and we cheer.

"Empire of the Sun, Schindler's List, three more Indiana Jones films-"

"Okay, stop." Leo says.

"Max, stop." Emma says.

"Please." Leo adds and I hold in a laugh.

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"Let it be." Brooke says.

"Hey Jude." Sophie says.

"Jailhouse Rock." Parker says.

"That's Elvis. Seriously, Parker?" Brooke says to him and Sophie chuckles.

"Uh, Come Together, Something, Maxwell's Silver Hammer, I Want You, Octopus's Garden. Uh, Oh! Darling. Um, uh, Here Comes the Sun. Uh-"

"Time is up, and that is fourteen. Very good." Suzanne grins at me.

"Yes!" I exclaim as Alex kisses my cheek everyone cheers.

"Good job, babe." Alex says and I grin at him.

"My dad played Abbey Road on a continual loop as a kid, just like any good parent." I say an everyone laughs.

"Like any easy category." I hear Leo mutter loud enough and I glare at him.

"So, the Eagles are ahead with eighty five points. Ravens have seventy seven. You guys need nine points to win. And the last category is...One term US presidents." Suzanne.

"Ooh, that's difficult." I say, leaning my arm on Alex's shoulder.

"That's too hard." Becca mutters, shaking her head.

"No, piece of cake. We got this, guys." Leo says to them.

"Okay, guys, you have thirty seconds. Go." Suzanne says.

"George Bush, the old one. " Becca says.

"John Adams. John Quincy Adams." Max says, pausing to think more.

"There's more. C'mon guys. Gerald Ford." Emma says.

"I was gonna say that one. Uh, Carter." Leo says.

"Right. You're good." Becca says and Leo nods at her.

"Herbert Hoover." Hayley says.

"Ten seconds..." Suzanne says.

"C'mon! We are better than this. We are better than them." Becca says.

"You wish." Sophie says and I scoff at them.

"Thinking, thinking, thinking. Grover Cleveland!" Max says.

"Just say Cleveland, we're running out of-"

"Time. That's it. Well, the Ravens have seven points. Which means the Eagles have won." Suzanne says, cutting Leo and I bite the inside of my cheek.

"Yes!" I clap as we all cheer.

"That category was way better than The Beatles' songs." Becca says, crossing her arms.

"Oh, really? Because I think I can remember Taft, Harrison, Johnson and Van Buren. Am I right, guys?" I say to them.

Take that, Becca.