Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Eighteen ◌

"Stop!" the voice repeated.

Brendon opened his eyes and shoved Dallon away, planning a fake story to convince Ryan "it wasn't what it looked like."

But it was. It was exactly what it looked like.

Brendon looked at the silhouette standing in the door frame. To his surprise and relief, it was definitely not Ryan. He was short and wore a fedora.

Patrick.

"What the flippin fedoras is going on in here?" Patrick stood in the doorway with his jaw wide open. He was absolutely speechless. What had he just walked in on? How much had happened before he got there?

"It's none of my business I guess but I'm just highly suggesting that you two do not do anything you will regret. Please? For me? We are all stuck here together. We need each other. If we can all work as a team then we can make it out of here alive. Please just... please."

Patrick left the room without waiting for an explanation. He kept the door wide open in hopes that the duo will come to their senses and leave. He climbed back into is bed and hid under the covers, trying to erase the image from his mind. They had only been kissing but if Patrick had arrived as little as five seconds later, who knows what they would have been doing.

Poor, poor Ryan. Patrick questioned if he should alert him of what went down or not tell him and hope Brendon admits it on his own. Ryan deserved to know. His eyelids became heavier the more he thought about it. Before he knew it, he was drifting asleep.

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The next morning
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Gerard emerged from his bedroom exactly at 8:30am. He was ready to start the day and dominate this challenge. He stopped in the bathroom for a few minutes to use the toilet and fix his hair before heading downstairs. In the bathroom he found Pete who seemed to be applying eyeliner.

"Pete you wear make up?" Gerard asked.

Pete took a deep breath and looked Gerard in the eyes before saying, "Make up is f****** great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. And a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that. I want to make sure that everybody thinks that guys are beautiful"

Gerard just pretended he didn't hear what Pete said.

He washed his face and eventually, Pete left. Once he finished up, he went downstairs. Only half of the group was downstairs. Gerard was greeted by Joe who handed him a glass of coconut milk and half a slice of bread. The loaf of bread Joe found in his suitcase was running out quickly so they had to plan accordingly.

"Is everyone else asleep?" Mikey called from across the room.

"Yeah I think so." Gerard answered, nibbling on the end of the now stale bread. Some fool left the bag open last night. Gerard's bet was on Brendon.

He looked around the room. Mikey and Joe were chatting in the kitchen while Pete, Andy, and Ray were trying to learn the rules to Baccarat or, "Barakat" as Pete continuously pronounced wrong by accident.

"How did you guys get these coconuts open?" Gerard asked.

"Oh, we heaved them at the wall." Joe said, pointing to the wet dents on the wall behind the couch.

"What time do you think the challenge will begin? Gerard asked.

"I'm not sure but let's assume it's soon. We want to be fully prepared." Joe answered, fixing plates of breakfast for the remaining five people.

"Should we wake them up?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah sure. can you do that while I finish breakfast?"

Gerard nodded and stuffed the last chunk of bread in his mouth. He skipped up the steps, taking them two at a time. He knocked on a random closed door and heard a small "come in" behind it.