Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Twenty One ◌

Patrick hit the floor with a thud and Pete ran over and held him, taking his head on his lap.

Only Jaime and Tony showed their score cards in time but quickly put them back down when they saw Patrick was down for the count.

"Oh shoot is he okay?" Vic asked, worried.

Pierce The Veil stumbled out of bed and surrounded Pete. Then the ten other cooks walked around him feeling concerned.

"Listen everyone, I really gotta pee." Billie Joe started. "Can we just hurry this up and I can send Pierce The Veil home and you guys can have your break before the next challenge?"

"He'll be okay, let's just finish this up." Pete said, holding Patrick tighter.

"Are you sure? He's white as a ghost." Billie Joe said. "I feel bad but Papa's about to spring a leak if this goes on any longer."

"Really it's fine, just go. I'd rather not witness that." Andy said.

Pierce The Veil climbed back onto the bed and got their cards ready.

"Okay three, two, one, go." Billie Joe said quickly, crossing his legs to hold it in.

Jaime held up a 9.5.

Mike held up a 7.

Vic held up a 5.

Tony held up a 6.5.

Billie Joe whipped out a calculator and did the math.

"Congratulations. You had exactly a 70% average. Be careful though. One small slip up could cause you to lose. I really have to pee now so go rest up and I'll see you again later." Billie Joe ushered everybody out of the bedroom. When it was empty, he snapped his fingers and it disappeared. Then he snapped them again and Pierce The Veil disappeared. Then, with a bolt of lightning, he disappeared too.

"Wow." said Pete.

"Wow's right." said Mikey.

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11:00, in the living room
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After Billie Joe and Pierce The Veil disappeared the castaways went back to the house, exhausted. Somehow, through the magic of Billie Joe Armstrong, Emo God, the whole kitchen was clean. No more glass on the floor, no more trails of flour, no more milk on the counter tops. Even the ingredients they used up were replenished and back where they belonged.

Half of the group ran up to their rooms to try and take a power nap before the next cooking challenge. Patrick was still feeling light headed so Pete and Andy hauled him into Pete's room to try and get him back to normal. Meanwhile, Joe slept in his dog cage.

"Andy!" Pete said excitedly. "He's waking up again!"

"Great!" Andy said as he rushed over to Patrick.

Patrick had been drifting in and out of a deep sleep since they got back. Pete remained by his side the whole time, propping his head up on his lap while he rested on his bed. Patrick's hair was a mess and he was pale and sweaty but Pete didn't mind. He knew it might seem really really creepy but he loved to be close to Patrick when he slept. He enjoyed the way his chest rose and fell with his rhythmic breathing. And the way his lips looked extra plump and red.

"Patrick? You okay there?" Pete asked, cautiously.

"P-Pete?" Patrick whispered, gazing into Pete's warm eyes.

"Hey buddy. You fell asleep again."

"Oh." Patrick said, his voice sounding scratchy. "Have you been here the whole time?"