Andy paced up and down the hallway on the second floor of the house. He counted two bathrooms, one dark closet, and most importantly ten bedrooms.

There were eleven of them.

Someone was going to have to sleep on the floor.

"What the heck! How could Billie Joe have miscounted?" Brendon asked, rubbing his temples, feeling tired.

"Exactly! Maybe... Maybe one of us isn't supposed to be here..." Pete said mysteriously, waving his fingers around in the air.

Mikey swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous. "Uh, l-let's not jump to c-conclusions just yet. I'm sure Billie Joe would have told us, r-right?"

"Well, let's ask him!" Ryan said, turning to go.

Brendon grabbed the back of Ryan's shirt and pulled him back, accidentally choking him a bit. "No, no we've bothered him enough."

"NOSES!" Frank screamed like a second grader, slamming his forefinger onto his nose.

Everyone else quickly scrambled to smash their index finger on their nose, not wanting to be last. They all knew who ever failed to touch their nose would end up having to sleep on the floor without a room of their own.

"Dallon!" The group yelled all together.

"Aw come on! It was totally Patrick who touched his nose last!"

"No it wasn't!" Patrick said, feeling a little hurt by Dallon's accusation. "I saw you do it last!"

"Ugh fine! Maybe I can just sleep in that tiny closet." he said, opening the door to the small closet and switching on the light.

They looked around. All it contained was a rack up top for hanging clothes and a... a dog cage?

"Um, why is there a dog cage in there?" Dallon asked, confused.

The rest of the gang huddled around to observe the closet's contents. Sure enough, there really was a dog cage in there.

"Oh, Dallon, you can have my room, I'd rather sleep in that dog cage." Joe said while the members of Fall Out Boy laughed.

When every one looked confused, Pete spoke up and explained. "We once offered him $20 to sleep in a dog cage all night. He happily agreed."

"Woooow... Okay then, you do you." Dallon said.

As Joe dragged his dog cage out to the end of the hall near the stairs, everyone else ran around picking out their bedrooms. Each room was pretty much the same but with a different bedspread color in each. They all had a small bed next to a tiny nightstand. Across the room was a bureau with a lamp. The rooms were small but had enough room to stretch and feel comfortable in.

After choosing their rooms, the band members left the house to visit Billie Joe again. When they reached him, he was sitting up in the sand in a perfect lotus pose, you know, the one where your feet rest on your opposite thighs. Like criss cross applesauce from elementary school but ten times harder and cooler.

They didn't want to interrupt his session, so they waited it out. Twenty five minutes later he was done. "Oh! I didn't know you were waiting! Next time just feel free to shout 'HEY YOU, WAKE UP!' although if I'm deep in my meditation session, I might wave you away and sarcastically say, 'Wake me up when September ends.' I know it doesn't make too much sense but it just slips sometimes."

"Um okay we will... So we saw the house- it's very nice." Gerard said

"I'm glad you like it! Are you prepared to hear your first challenge?"

"Yes." They said.

"Alright challenge number one is called Cook For A Day." Billie Joe said as he passed out cards with the name of the challenge to each person.

"Oh wow this is uh... Wow." Gerard said, a bit overwhelmed.

"Why does it say Pierce The Veil on it?" Brendon asked.

"Well my friend, that's because a tough gang of Mexican food critics A.K.A, Pierce The Veil, will be judging your skills." Billie Joe answered.

"First off, don't ever call me 'friend' again, please and thank you. And second, what do you mean by judging?" Brendon said, disgusted and confused.

"For this challenge you have to make several meals for the band members of Pierce The Veil. They can be whatever you like as long as they contain all the necessary components that are described on this sheet." Billie Joe said, waving a stray sheet of paper in the air. "When you finish cooking, they will taste your meal and judge how good it is. The four of them will each give it a grade on a scale of 1-10. Then they will average their scores out and give you one final score. You must stay above a 80% for each meal for it to count. Or else."

"Or else what?" Dallon said nervously

"Or else I won't help you get off the island." Billie Joe said.

"Who said we need you?" Ryan asked, slightly annoyed.

"R-Ryan, I wouldn't mess with him." Brendon said uncomfortably. "He is a God after all..."

Ryan ignored Brendon. "We don't need you and your stupid challenges. We can make it off this island by ourselves! What is this, some kind of game? You're treating us like toys!"

Billie Joe simply smiled warmly and Ryan, remaining calm. Seconds after, Ryan starting rising up in the air. He looked around panicked, desperately flapping his arms to try and make it back down to the ground. "What? Wh-what's happening?"

Billie Joe just smiled, watching him. The rest of the group watched Ryan go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling. Well, there wasn't actually a ceiling because they were out on the beach. But still. After what seemed to be 100 feet in the air, Billie Joe patiently called out to Ryan. "Do you think you'll complete the challenges now?"

"Yes!" Ryan shouted.

Billie Joe sent him back down gently to the sand. "Listen, I don't want to make you guys go through this stuff. I would love to help you out and just send you home. But I gotta do this for reasons you won't understand. At least, not now. You will eventually. Just please, please follow my rues and you'll be out in no time."

Everyone nodded, a bit worried after that incident.

"Now go inside. Rest up. Challenge number one starts tomorrow."

"Not today?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah. Sorry but there's no choice for you guys, they have to start tomorrow." Billie Joe said. "They're plenty of stuff you could do inside the house."

"One question." Ray spoke up. "Can we... have some food? We kinda... haven't eaten since dinner on the boat."

"Sorry, that's up to you guys to find your own food. Good luck though." Billie Joe said before disappearing off into the sky.

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5:30, Inside Mikey's bedroom
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"I told you before and I'm going to say it again. If you do not give me extra I am telling everyone what you've been hiding. You'll be thrown into the ocean once they find out!" Dallon warned, shaking his fist at Frank.

"Oh woah! Dallon, please, calm down. We don't want to do things we might regret." Ray said, steeping in.

The members of My Chemical Romance had peacefully gathered in Mikey's bedroom, discussing plans for their next album for when they got back together. All had been going good until Dallon stormed into the bedroom, knocking down the table lamp as he came in. He was furious. And hungry. Earlier in time, he found out how the four boys had found Hostess snacks inside Mikey's suitcase. They agreed to share with Dallon and even give him extra, so long as he didn't tell anyone else. Food was scarce and everybody was hungry. It was 5:30 and Dallon couldn't wait any longer. His stomach was practically screaming with pain and he wondered if the group had already eaten without telling him.

"Did you eat any yet?" he yelled

"Dallon, be quiet! Somebody is going to hear you and wonder if there is food available!" Gerard said in a hushed tone.

"You listen to me, sucker! I could have everyone in this house lined up in this room asking for food in thirty seconds if you don't respect me!" He said through clenched teeth.

"Dallon, Dallon please try to-" Frank started.

"No! You give me what I asked for or you're all going down!"

"I swear, we didn't eat any yet! You were there when we ate last!" Gerard said.

Ray was hiding in the closet on the verge on tears.

Suddenly, Dallon turned away from them started to walk toward the door. It looked as if he was heading out. But no. He picked up the lamp and held it above his head. He had it aimed right at Frank who sat helplessly on Mikey's bed.

"Help!" Frank screamed in terror.

Gerard wasn't going to let Frank die. He tore out of Mikey's room screaming help, trying to alert anyone who could hear. As he ran downstairs he chanted in his head, "Frank Iero must not die! Frank Iero must not die! Frank Iero must not die!"

"What? What's wrong?" Patrick and Andy asked, scared.

"Quick! Dallon's gonna kill Frank! And it might be too late!" Gerard said sobbing.