"Nick, man, gimmie my soda!” Brian yelled at his band mate, chasing the blond Boy around their charter plane.
        "I got sumthin you don't have!” Nick sang in a sing-song-voice and grinned in delight, making faces like a little child. He was bored out of his mind and pestering Brian was the only thing he could think of doing.
        "Kids, kids, calm down. Nicky-boy, give li'l Bri back his soda now,” Kevin half-joked, getting slightly irritated with Nick's usual antics.
        "Kev, remind me again why we didn't bring Marcus and all the other body guards. They always knew how to make Nick shut up," Howie rolled his eyes and returned to his magazine.
        "Management said the plane was too small for more people. They were afraid of an Aaliyah accident with us, k? So only the pilot and us. You'd think they could have gotten us a bigger plane..." AJ sighed and went to fix himself a drink.
        CREAK... BUMP...CRACK...the plane groaned.
        "Umm, what was that...?” Howie asked with a worried tone.
        "Dunno...D, go ask,” AJ suggested.
        The plane began to rock and sway a bit as Howie rose from his seat; he had to steady himself.
        "Probably just turbulence," Brian muttered from his seat, after he had retrieved his soda.
        "Hope so,” Nick mumbled, turning the stereo on as a distraction as to not let his fears get the best of him.
        "Captain...?” Howie asked, stepping through the curtains to the cockpit. "Captain, is something wro--HOLY SHIT.” The pilot was slumped over the controls,         motionless in his seat. "Kev!! get in here! NOW!!!!” Howie screamed as he rushed to the captain.
        "What,” Kevin asked stepping into the cockpit.
        "This guy is DEAD man, help me!” Howie wailed.
        "What?!”
        "Maybe a heart attack? He's got no pulse!”
        "Shit what do we do," Kevin racked his brains.
        "Better think quickly...um we could put it on autopilot, no prob," Howie began to ramble nervously "but those little gages, if I'm assuming right, don't show the right stuff...stupid management not letting us have any other crew. Weight regulations my ass," Howie grumbled. They could feel the plane slowly but surely descending.
        "AHHHHHHH!!” They both heard Nick scream.
        "WHAT!?” They rushed out.
        "The...The....The WING'S ON FIRE!!!” Brian screamed frantically.
        "So our pilot dies and the plane is self combusting? I can't believe this!" Kevin exclaimed.
        AJ rushed over to Nick's window, "Shit man, what do we do?!”
        "I KNEW we should have gone with the rest of the troop....but NOOO...management just HAD to chose a tiny dinky charter flight, just a pilot and us...all alone...no body guards...no parents....no people, no HELP...” Nick started to whine.
        "Shh...we all need to calm down first and think logically,” Kevin said.
        "UM guys...the plane is TILTING...” Howie commented as Brian's soda slowly slid off the table and rolled on the floor towards the cockpit. As the plane began to tilt at more of an extreme angel, the Boys had to hang on to objects to steady themselves. AJ could still see the wing ablaze. Nick had moved across the room, trying to look out of the opposite window.
        "Guys, there's an island...and we're, we're headed straight for it!” he pointed out.
        "IS THAT BAD OR GOOD!?!?” AJ screamed, totally scared for his life by now.
        "Dunno, but--AHHHH!!!!!!!!” Nick screamed in mid-sentence as his window broke from the quickly-changing air pressure.
        "NICK!!!!” Brain yelled. The plane was at too bad a tilt to allow him to get over to his friend. The furniture started to slide towards the cockpit with the steeper tilt, much to the Boys' dismay.
        "SHIT!” Howie yelled in pain as a table smashed his leg against the wall.
        "UHH!” Brain cried out as he lost his grip and fell with a great force of gravity against the opposite wall.
        The plane began to shudder horribly. Howie, Brain, and Nick passed out in extreme pain. The remaining two Boys began to scream in terror as the saw the island getting closer and closer. The last thing AJ saw was all their hardbound books falling from the shelves and hitting Kevin with all their might; he was screaming in pain as the sharp edges hit is body and face. The shelves finally collapsed themselves and fell on Kevin; he was forced to let go of his hold, and he too was smashed against the opposite wall. Then, AJ blacked out.
 

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