Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Sixteen ◌

Gerard ran back upstairs with Pete, Andy, Patrick, Ryan and Brendon (Joe was fast asleep in his dog cage).

They hurried into the room. Pete grabbed Dallon from behind and yanked him away from Frank. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object. "It's okay guys! He's just hangry!"

"Oh no! Is he really hangry? I heard about how dangerous hangry people can be." Ray yelled from the closet.

"Yes. Hangry is a mix of hungry and angry. And it's life threatening." Pete said.

Ray shuddered.

Pete unwrapped the object that was in his pocket. It was a fun sized snickers bar. You know, the ones that are so small, there's nothing "fun" about them. He threw the wrapper on the floor and shoved the Snickers in Dallon's mouth. He yelled, "Have a Snickers! You're not you when you're hungry!" Dallon quickly came to and snapped back into reality.

"Huh? Why am I holding this lamp?" He asked, confused.

"Uh... Nothing..." Pete said, taking the lamp back from his and setting it down on Mikey's night stand.

"Let's um, let's just go."

And with that, everybody left.

Patrick, Andy, and Pete went back into the living room. Andy laid on the couch resting while Pete and Patrick continued their game of cribbage. They found a set in the cabinets and Patrick decided to try and teach the rules to Pete. He was failing miserably.

"I win!" Pete exclaimed, happy for himself.

"No no Pete you need 121 points to win. Not 21."

"What? You made that up!" Pete said.

"No Pete I swear I didn't!" Patrick said, laughing. "You're supposed to make it up and down the board twice first."

Pete smiled. He knew he was a lost cause but for some crazy reason Patrick still didn't give up on him. Patrick never gave up on him. He was just one of those people. A moment later he remembered something.

"Aw shoot, Patrick I was gonna give that Snickers to you. It was the only piece of food I had left. I wanted you to have it for how supportive you were for me when I was sick." Pete said, frowning.

"Pete! That's so sweet of you! But if you didn't give it to Dallon, who knows what he would have done to Frank with that lamp. You're so... so brave." Patrick said.

"Really?" Pete said, blushing.

"Yes. You're almost a full foot shorter than Dallon and yet you still rushed in, risking your life to save Frank. And Dallon too! He could have hurt himself. You're so admiral Pete. I just-" Patrick blushed deeply as he noticed Pete slowly leaning in, ever so slightly.

"Uh, hey guys? I'm right over here." Andy said from on the couch, disturbed.

Pete yanked away, surprised. He played it off and pretended to examine something on the wall behind Patrick.

"Okay uh... That was... okay. On a different topic, how about we get dinner started?" Andy said.

"Yeah. Dinner." Patrick said, sadly.

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Ten minutes later
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All eleven people stood around the dinner table, discussing how they would obtain food. The only food they seemed to have was Ryan's Cheez Whiz and he was very territorial about it. Oh, and there was also Mikey's snacks but those were still a secret to the majority.

"Ray and Gerard and Frank and Mikey and... Dallon." Joe started. "You guys are extremely quiet right now. Do you not have anything to say."

"Uh, yes. I mean no! Er, no I do not have anything to say." Frank said, nervously. There was no way they could find out about Mikey's snacks. If the five of them got caught for hoarding food, they would probably be shunned by the others.