Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Twenty Nine ◌

The party was amazing. Andy used his super-dee-duper-strong-CrossFit-muscles and shoved all the furniture to the outskirts of the living room to make a dance floor. Joe explained that his afro was also a fully functioning speaker and he played some good 90's rock hits for them. Ray's afro was able to be a disco ball. He lit up the room. Brendon stacked some kitchen chairs on top of each other and placed two cutting boards next to each other on the chairs. In the dark, it looked like a real bar. Everyone was having an amazing time. Even when one of Ray's light bulbs blew out, nobody panicked at the disco while he fixed it.

Brendon didn't last long however, and eventually he seemed to grow sad and he left for his room early. Nine remained. Soon after, Dallon went to his room too.

At around eleven o'clock the majority of the room decided to pack it in. There were only six people left at that point and without the disco lights or the bartender, the party became sort of boring. Everyone headed up to their beds, excited for hours of sleep.

Except Frank. Frank wandered into Gerard's room upset.

"Frank? Is that you?" Gerard murmured in the dark. "I can't tell in the dark."

"It is. How'd you know."

"I'd know that short frame anywhere."

Frank smirked and took a deep breath. "Can we talk?"

"'Course. What about?"

"Turn on the light. I need advice. You're always really really good with helping me."

It was quiet for a moment until Gerard flicked on the light by his bed. He squinted in the dark and motioned for Frank to sit beside him. Frank hurried over and sat down, crossing his legs uncomfortably.

"What's wrong, Frank?"

"I just..." Frank struggled to come up with words "What would you do if you witnessed something that you weren't supposed to see. And it was wrong. Very wrong. But if you told anybody you would ruin... you would ruin something big."

"I'm a little lost but I would follow my gut. I know it's trite advice to give but I would do that. Is the event you witnessed so bad that it would ruin the big thing? What do you think is best?" Gerard asked.

"Ahh I don't know!" Frank put his head in his hands. "I just feel so... dirty keeping this secret. Not dirty just... bad."

"Frank, what happened?"

"If I tell you do you swear not too tell anybody?"

"Of course. You know I wouldn't."

"I'm only telling you because I trust you so much."

"I... um... Brendon is cheating on Ryan."

"WHAT?" Gerard yelled out before realizing many people were asleep. "With who?"

"Dallon." Frank spat.

"How do you know?"

"You know when Brendon went and cleaned up Dallon after Dallon got punched by Ryan earlier?"

"Yeah?"

"And they went to the bathroom."

"Yeah?"

"Alone together."

"Yeah?"

"And came back a long while later."

"OH GOSH, FRANK!" Gerard yelled again, realizing what Frank was getting at. Frank slapped his hand over Gerard's mouth.

"Shhh!"