Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Fifteen ◌

Andy paced up and down the hallway on the second floor of the house. He counted two bathrooms, one dark closet, and most importantly ten bedrooms.

There were eleven of them.

Someone was going to have to sleep on the floor.

"What the heck! How could Billie Joe have miscounted?" Brendon asked, rubbing his temples, feeling tired.

"Exactly! Maybe... Maybe one of us isn't supposed to be here..." Pete said mysteriously, waving his fingers around in the air.

Mikey swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous. "Uh, l-let's not jump to c-conclusions just yet. I'm sure Billie Joe would have told us, r-right?"

"Well, let's ask him!" Ryan said, turning to go.

Brendon grabbed the back of Ryan's shirt and pulled him back, accidentally choking him a bit. "No, no we've bothered him enough."

"NOSES!" Frank screamed like a second grader, slamming his forefinger onto his nose.

Everyone else quickly scrambled to smash their index finger on their nose, not wanting to be last. They all knew who ever failed to touch their nose would end up having to sleep on the floor without a room of their own.

"Dallon!" The group yelled all together.

"Aw come on! It was totally Patrick who touched his nose last!"

"No it wasn't!" Patrick said, feeling a little hurt by Dallon's accusation. "I saw you do it last!"

"Ugh fine! Maybe I can just sleep in that tiny closet." he said, opening the door to the small closet and switching on the light.

They looked around. All it contained was a rack up top for hanging clothes and a... a dog cage?

"Um, why is there a dog cage in there?" Dallon asked, confused.

The rest of the gang huddled around to observe the closet's contents. Sure enough, there really was a dog cage in there.

"Oh, Dallon, you can have my room, I'd rather sleep in that dog cage." Joe said while the members of Fall Out Boy laughed.

When every one looked confused, Pete spoke up and explained. "We once offered him $20 to sleep in a dog cage all night. He happily agreed."

"Woooow... Okay then, you do you." Dallon said.

As Joe dragged his dog cage out to the end of the hall near the stairs, everyone else ran around picking out their bedrooms. Each room was pretty much the same but with a different bedspread color in each. They all had a small bed next to a tiny nightstand. Across the room was a bureau with a lamp. The rooms were small but had enough room to stretch and feel comfortable in.

After choosing their rooms, the band members left the house to visit Billie Joe again. When they reached him, he was sitting up in the sand in a perfect lotus pose, you know, the one where your feet rest on your opposite thighs. Like criss cross applesauce from elementary school but ten times harder and cooler.

They didn't want to interrupt his session, so they waited it out. Twenty five minutes later he was done. "Oh! I didn't know you were waiting! Next time just feel free to shout 'HEY YOU, WAKE UP!' although if I'm deep in my meditation session, I might wave you away and sarcastically say, 'Wake me up when September ends.' I know it doesn't make too much sense but it just slips sometimes."

"Um okay we will... So we saw the house- it's very nice." Gerard said

"I'm glad you like it! Are you prepared to hear your first challenge?"