Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Thirty Three ◌

"IT'S A GIRL!" They cheered, jumping up and down.

Billie Joe smiled softly. "She's all yours. Have you decided on a name?"

"Um not really. But we have a list Gerard wrote out." Dallon explained.

"Can I see it?" Billie Joe asked.

Gerard searched both pockets before handing over the crumbled list of names.

Girls:

Helena

Emily

Isabelle

Petekey

Boys:

Ray Jr.

Gerard Jr.

Esteban

Donnie

Mick

Petekey

Billie Joe studied the list for a moment before nodding his head. Then he looked confused. "What's Petekey? And why is it there twice?"

"Some weird name Mikey and Pete came up with. We couldn't tell if it was a girl name or a boy name. Maybe it's gender neutral- who knows. All I know is that it's weird and I don't like it one bit."

"I don't care what you think as long as it's about Petekey." Pete said.

"Pete you're not making sense right now." Frank said.

"Can it, Iero. Nobody asked for your opinion." Mikey said, defending Pete.

"No more arguing please. Why is Donnie under boys, I thought that was gender-neutral too." Billie Joe said, even more puzzled.

Gerard grumbled before pulling a greasy pen out of a third pocket and scribbling Donnie under the girls list.

"Pick your name and enjoy meeting your daughter!" Billie Joe said. "I see you have food out on the counter and a crib all ready to go. Has the house been baby proofed?"

"Yes!" Ray answered, remembering the tedious task he had done earlier.

"Then you guys are all set to go. Any more questions?"

"How old is she?" Mikey asked.

"About six months."

They all awed in delight.

"Good luck. I have faith in you." Billie Joe said before saying a quick goodbye and leaving once again.

"GUYS! HE HAS FAITH IN US! WHAT A COMPLIMENT!" Frank yelled. "THIS IS RARE AND PROBABLY WON'T EVER HAPPEN AGAIN."

Everyone cheered.

"So what should we name her? It can be Helena, Isabelle, Emily, Donnie I guess, or... or Petekey. Let's take a vote." Patrick suggested.

Patrick quickly ripped up eleven pieces of paper for the voting process. He grabbed an extra blanket that wasn't used when they made a crib earlier. He hung the blanket over two chairs and made sure there was enough light behind it.

"As you can clearly see I have just created a proper place to vote in private. You shall take a slip of paper from me, go inside, and write down which name you want to pick. Then put your slips into my fedora and I'll draw a name randomly."

"Can I vote?" Bob asked.

"Um..."

It was very uncomfortable.