Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Forty Six ◌

The house held a bitter silence. This was the end. After all the many days they spent here, completing tasks and challenges for Billie Joe, it was over. Nobody spoke to Patrick and Pete. they all used common sense and assumed why they both purposely failed the challenge. It seemed incredibly selfish. Now, because of their little act of "teamwork" everybody had gone down with them. Instead of just the two of them failing together, they had dragged all of their other friends with them.

Including Bob who, for some reason, asked Billie Joe if he could stay with the disasterous and moody group instead of going back home. Billie Joe said they had two more hours in the house until ten o'clock to clean everything up and take whatever belongings they had outside onto the beach. Anything left in the house would disappear with it when he took it away. The pile of everybody's luggage left over from their cruise was growing as people cleared out their bedrooms. 

Billie Joe had said that they could take five items out of the house to keep. This was causing many arguments. Some people thought it would be smart to take matches and blankets to prepare for the cold nights ahead of them. Others thought it would be better to bring things that would help them build a raft for when and if they tried to escape the island.

"They isn't a single darn thing in the whole freaking house that could help us build a raft." Andy said. "Name one thing that we can use."

"Well if you calm the hell down I can explain. I'm not really sure but-" Brendon started

"See?" Andy screamed. "You have no idea because there isn't anything that-"

"Andy shut your big mouth nobody cares about what you have to say." Frank said.

"Frank stay out of this!" Brendon growled.

"Yeah Frank who even asked you?" Pete yelled. "You haven't helped us one bit!"

"That's true!" Ryan grumbled. "We've been working our butts off trying to get everything outside while all you've done is complained!"

"Oh ho ho, Ryan you're sure one to talk! Have you said one positive thing yet this entire time?" Joe asked.

"Are you kidding me, Joe? You're seriously taking Frank's side right now? That's pretty surprising considering the fact that you called him a helpless little f-." Ryan started.

"I never said I was on Frank's side!" Joe interupted. "Frank is-"

"Guys, please! If we work out our differences we can get out of here." Patrick pleaded.

"Nobody wants to work out differences! I'm so sick of every single one of you!" Brendon yelled.

"Yeah! You're the reason we're here, Patrick!" Frank said. "If you and Pete hadn't pulled hat little stunt back there we would be enjoying a nice luxury boat ride from Billie Joe back to where we came from!"

"We were seconds away from winning! Seconds! What were you thinking?" Dallon joined in, infuriated. "All you had to do was insult each other a few times and then we'd all be going home."

"If we keep turning on each other we really will die here." Bob said quietly from the couch. Everyone turned to look at him. They quieted down. Nobody objected. Nobody yelled at him, nobody swore at him. They just stopped and took in what he said.

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