Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Thirty Five ◌

Everybody rushed over to Patrick and Helena.

"What?"

"No way!"

"What did she say?"

"Our little baby is growing up!"

"Say it again!" Ray begged.

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"Okay then. Never mind. We believe you, Patrick." Ray said.

"Hopefully she'll do it again soon." Dallon said.

Everyone returned to their original places and the next game of bingo carried on.

"N-12." Joe read.

"Bingo." Frank said sarcastically.

"Frank it's only the first round. You can't get bingo on the very first one." Joe said after looking at Frank's empty board. He didn't even have N-12.

"Well Gerard cheats so why can't I?" Frank whined.

"Gerard doesn't cheat. I checked all the numbers after each time he won. He did each time, I promise." Dallon said.

Frank rolled his eyes. The next round continued.

"B-5." Joe called out.

"G-27."

"BINGO!" Gerard screamed.

"Bingo?" Frank said in disgust. "But this is the third round! I was joking last time but look, he's not being serious either. You can't get five in a row on the third round!" Frank said.

Joe examined Gerard's board for a good few moments. "Yep. Bingo for Gerard."

Frank slammed his hands on the table and stood up. "How?! Somebody tell me how this man can have bingo before you even call out five different numbers!"

Dallon looked over at Gerard's board and studied it too. "Yeah, he's right. Congrats Gerard! Your sixth bingo!"

Frank stormed off. Patrick decided it was too loud here for Helena who was starting to fuss so he brought her upstairs. He entered his room and shut the door. He sat down carefully on the bed and rocked her back and forth and began to sing a soft tune to her.

"We are wild. We are like young volcanoes. We are wild. Americana, exotica. Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby." He realized how creepy that line is without the comma. He felt the need to apologize to Helena.

Eventually he got to the swear of the song and covered it up with "sandals." Helena seemed to catch on to this cover-up and began to cry again. Patrick felt like a fake. He freaked out and started the song over so he could stall before thinking of what else he could do. This didn't satisfy Helena either and her crying got worse. Soon somebody rapped on the door. Andy popped his head in.

"Hey would you mind quieting it down in there? We're having book club next door and you're being really loud."

"Book club?" Patrick said. "with who?"

"Me, Bob, Mikey and our new member, Frank. But I really need you to be quiet please."

"Andy, you know I can't make her stop crying! If I could I would"