Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Nine ◌

"Yes, great and powerful emo god. We will do anything to please you and get off this island and escape death. What challenges do we have to do?" Dallon asked.

"You'll find out at the start of each day. I am going to make you guys a house and you'll stay there. At the end of each day, a group of people will judge if you completed the task or not. You must not fail a challenge. If you fail once, the deal is done and you're on your own to get home. Any questions?" Billie Joe said.

"Can you tell us the challenges?" Gerard asked.

"Gerard were you not listening? I literally just said you'll find out at the start of each day. But I'll tell you one. Your first challenge will be to cook three five star meals for a hungry panel of Mexican food critics. Otherwise known as Pierce The Veil. It sounds hard but I believe in you guys."

"How many days will we be here if we complete all the challenges?" Ryan asked.

"As many days are there are challenges." The emo god answered.

"So what like, a week? Two months?" Ryan questioned.

"Eight years."

"Eight years?!" Ryan yelled out in shock, having to grip Brendon to stop himself from falling over.

"Nah, I'm fooling you. Probably less then a week." Billie Joe said, laughing hysterically again at Ryan's reaction.

"Gosh why are so mean?" Ryan asked, irritated.

"I'm not mean, I just enjoy a good laugh sometimes."

"At other people's expenses." Ryan mumbled to himself.

"Aw, come on Ry! It was a joke!" Brendon said, earning a light punch on the shoulder from Ryan. Brendon responded to that by punching Ryan in the face.

The rain, which had let up a bit since Billie Joe landed from the heavens, was now coming down harder. Patrick began shivering. "When are you going to make us that house you promised?" he asked.

"Well, unfortunately, I haven't planned it out yet but it will be there by tomorrow. Sorry to keep you guys waiting. I will see you sometime tomorrow. Good luck in the cold here." Billie Joe Armstrong said goodbye one last time before going back up to heaven with another thundering crash of a lightening bolt.

All eleven guys branched off into their own groups and talked, trying to stay warm and forget about their hunger. Patrick's shivering got more intense and Pete took off his hoodie and pulled it over Patrick's head. He sat down next to him and took Patrick's cold hands into his own and warmed them up with kisses and his breath. Patrick smiled and leaned into Pete, closing his eyes. Patrick felt safe with Pete. He wanted to feel weightless, cause that should be enough, and Pete gave him the ability to feel that way.

"Uh... We're just gonna hang over there..." Andy said.

Patrick and Pete turned around to see Andy and Joe less than a foot away from them.

"Oh..."

Andy dragged Joe away to the rocks.

"Did you even know they were there?" Pete asked.

"Nope. Not at all." Patrick said.

Further down the beach, Brendon and Ryan sat, arguing over stupid crap like usual.

"I told you not to wear that shirt again. Not only is it ugly and a turn-off, but it's too... shiny and takes people's eyes off of me, and onto you. We don't want that." Brendon said.

"You don't want that. You can't tell me what to wear." Ryan said.

"Yes I can because I have way better fashion sense. Remember when that rose vest 'went missing' in a hotel somewhere? Yeah that was because I took it. And burned it."