Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Eleven ◌

"Delicious. I'm gonna have some more. Come with me, Andy." he said, pulling Andy with him back to the trees for more mud. The rest of the group moved on, not really wanting to try mud today.

Ray, Gerard, Frank, Mikey, and Dallon just stood in silence for a good sixty seconds. They all looked at each other, at the wrappers on the sand, at the woods where Joe and Andy went, and at the few drops of mud on the ground. They didn't believe what just happened. Not only did they believe the lamest excuse ever that Ray made up, but Joe actually went and got mud, ate it, and enjoyed it. And went back for seconds with Andy. How could someone be so gullible? Or so stupid? It shocked them.

"Did... Did he really just..." Frank tried his hardest to form a proper sentence but failed. There was nothing he could say.

"Let's all just pretend that never happened okay?" Gerard suggested.

"Fine with me." Dallon said.

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A few hours later
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It was dark. And freezing cold. And wet. The rain still hadn't let up. All eleven people sat crammed together around a tiny fire they had rebuilt. It was under a small tree in the woods, the leaves protected the tiny flames from the raindrops. They put their blood, sweat, and tears into that fire and nothing was going to destroy it now.

Sweat was obviously put in because of the hard physical work it took to make the fire. They knocked some small trees down to make the wood and then had to round up as much kindling as they could find. It took forever, especially because it got darker by the minute after the sun set, and nobody had any energy.

Several tears were also put in. Joe cried the most but that was to be expected. Pete had a screaming fit and produced many tears there. Mikey also had a brief crying meltdown that he was certainly not proud of. Even Gerard lost hope at one point.

Frank was the one who contributed the blood portion of "blood, sweat, and tears." He was helping haul a small tree with Mikey. It was definitely not a two person tree. There should have been at least four people hauling it back to the fire. But of course, the duo were stupid enough to think they could carry it themselves. Both boys stood on the left side of the tree and pulled it up over their right shoulders. Mikey was in the front and thought it was absolutely hilarious to suddenly stop walking, causing Frank to lose his balance and struggle to hold the tree. He did it way too many times and eventually, Frank fell completely and his arm got crushed under the tree. The bark scratched his arm badly and he bled all down his arm to his hand. To get back at Mikey he left a bloody hand print on the back of his white shirt.

Now they sat next to each other around the measly fire, trying hard to retain any left over body heat.

"This is the hardest part we'll have to endure. As soon as we make it through this cold, rainy night, we will have the house Billie Joe, our lord and savior, promised. Then we can be comfy and safe." Gerard said through chattering teeth.

"Yeah but we have no idea how difficult the challenges will be." Ryan said.

"Oh true." Gerard said, frowning.

"Wow, Ryan. Way to kill the mood." Brendon said.

"How come it's so cold on an island with freaking palm trees?" Andy asked, shivering. "Don't all islands with palm trees have warm climates? Where even are we?"

"Who knows. Probably some other universe that we'll never make it out of." Gerard said.

"How about we get our mind off of the situation. Let's tell ghost stories. This is the perfect setting, right? It's literally a dark and stormy night. And we're all alone out here." Dallon said.