Inside the metal box sat three giant bowls of pasta. Next to the pasta bowls was an even larger bowl of salad and then some meatballs in sauce and a little thing of grated cheese.

An Italian feast!

Brendon felt bad for being so annoyed with Billie Joe before. Dallon noticed a small note near the grated cheese. It read, "Sorry for fooling you! I'd never trick you guys like that! Eat up and prepare for tomorrow, your last challenge day. Bon Appetite!"

"Wait isn't it Bon Appetit? Without an e at the end?" Frank asked.

"Um, yeah... Last time I checked it was appetit." Ryan said.

There was some awkward silence.

"...well that's embarrassing for Billie Joe." Joe said quietly.

"Who cares, he gave us food!" Bob screamed, causing an eruption of cheering

"Bone apple tit." Frank exclaimed.

The group hurried inside and sat down at the table. They patiently waited for Frank to sit down before they ate their meal. Dallon insisted they wait for Frank because it's what proper Italians do before a big meal. Meanwhile, Frank was hauling the cardboard box that was used to hold the pasta upstairs. He said he wanted an upgrade for his small cardboard-box-house back in Gerard's basement.

When Frank arrived they passed the bowls of pasta around (lasagna, fettuccine alfredo, and classic spaghetti with red sauce.) Nobody really wanted the salad but some of them had it anyway as an attempt to try and be healthy. Andy, the vegan princess of the group ate a lot of salad, claiming he actually enjoyed it. He seemed very hungry afterwards.

After the feast they cleared their bowls and did their best to rinse them and load the dishwasher. Gerard happened to notice his brother seemed sad. Mikey barely said a word during the meal. He stared at the floor and his legs looked shaky. 

"Mikey Way why you no smile?" Gerard asked, teasing his brother.

When Mikey looked even more sad Gerard got serious. "Aww what's wrong? Brother, I have the chance to pick you up so I will. What's the matter?"

"I just miss Helena so much." Mikey choked out, his throat burning from the tears that might come.

"We all do Mikey. You had a special connection with that baby. She really loved you. You'll be a great dad someday."

"Thanks. I hope so. I just wish she was here with us."

"Don't forget Billie Joe said we would get to see her when we're done on this island."

"But... but what if we never make it off. What if we lose the last challenge and we have to get off the island without Billie Joe's help. We could never do it Gerard, nobody here could build a boat and find land. We'd all starve."

"Don't think like that! That's not a good way to think!" Gerard said. "Billie Joe wasn't clear on how we could fail the challenge. Like for the cooking challenge we had to get above a 75% or something like that. Or maybe it was 80%. It seemed to change a lot. And for the Raise a Baby Challenge we needed to make sure Helena didn't get hurt. He didn't tell us how we could fail this one. I think it's a freebie."

"I sure hope so." Mikey said, still feeling sad.

~~~~~~~
Later
~~~~~~~

It started to rain once again. The rain was coming down in sheets. The rain beat down hard against the roof and shook the house. The wind was even louder than the rain. It whistled through the forest outside. It screeched against the window screens. It blew debris across the sand. The palm trees swayed as if they might come toppling down any minute.

In the kitchen Patrick made hot chocolate for all of them. Joe found some chocolate syrup in his suitcase (God only knows why he had it in there) and they mixed it with the powered milk from Brendon and Ryan to make the warm drink. Everybody had some except Ryan and Brendon. Their only explanation was, "It was too disturbing to drink it."

Nobody knew why.

Gerard and Dallon got a fire started and they gathered around the living room sipping hot cocoa and talking.

"Do you guys really think we'll make it off this island?" Mikey asked again.

"I think we will." Dallon said.

"To be honest, I'm not sure." Ray said quietly.

"Well I think we should all have a positive attitude and hope we will." Gerard said.

"I agree. And maybe we should use this time to prepare for our Brutal Insult War." Frank said. "Hey Bob, are you participating?" 

"No. Billie just wants me to help you guys get ready." Bob answered.

"What time is it right now?" Dallon asked.

"I think around 7:00. It's getting dark. Why don't we go outside and clear our minds. Then we can get ready for the war."

"How though? It's pouring rain, remember?" Joe said.

"A little rain never hurt nobody." Pete said, getting up. "Plus, there's like six umbrellas over there."

Over by the door stood a small umbrella holder and six umbrellas. There were twelve of them and only six umbrellas. They paired themselves up with an umbrella buddy and got ready to go outside.

"I CALL THE KITTY CAT UMBRELLA!" Gerard screamed. He ran to the umbrella holder and pulled out a pink umbrella with a few cats rolling around on it.

"DAMN IT GERARD, I WANTED THAT ONE!" Mikey yelled.

"Heck no, Mikey! No umbrella buddy of mine is going to walk around with a girly umbrella." Dallon said to Andy. "Let's take the Star Wars one."

Brendon and Ryan took a Batman umbrella. Patrick said that he, as the only normal one, would choose the plain blue one. Brendon said normal meant boring. Patrick's umbrella buddy Ray was a bit disappointed, he wanted a more exciting umbrella but he was too embarrassed to tell Patrick.

They piled out into the rain, singing, dancing, cheering, and laughing. Everybody was glad to have a break from the stress of challenges. Brendon, under his Batman umbrella, couldn't help but notice Joe and Andy were giving him devil eyes. It had been going on for the past ten minutes and it really started to bother him. 

"Are you mad, or are you staring at me because my umbrella is more manly than yours is?" Brendon asked.

"Neither." Joe said angrily.

"Why would we be ashamed of this gorgeous... frog umbrella?" Mikey said, clearly ashamed of his gorgeous frog umbrella.

"Whatever. Haters better back off." Brendon said, walking away. Ryan, however, was not aware that Brendon was suddenly walking away. He ended up getting soaked by the rain.

"Hey, Brendon! Careful!" he yelled, coming back under the umbrella.

A few feet away sat the yellow umbrella group. The yellow umbrella was by far the crappiest. It had two holes and it was very flimsy. Bob, feeling out of place since he wasn't supposed to be there, offered to take that umbrella. Frank ended up being partners with him. The pair seemed to be getting along very well and had no trouble at all navigating through the beach.

Eventually they all got soaked to the bone and decided to come in. Was it worth it? Maybe.

~~~~~~~
9:00
~~~~~~~

"So did you do you think you did enough practicing for the Brutal Insult War?" Pete asked.

"Ah I don't know! I have a few killer insults but other than those the rest are mediocre." Dallon said.

"Hey at least you don't have any crappy ones!" Brendon said from from across the room. "I have a few that are guaranteed fails."

"I doubt that Brendon. You're always insulting me and you're good at it." Ryan said.

Clearly, Ryan and Brendon were back to normal, throwing the occasional harmless dig at each other.

"I'm going to bed guys. I know it's early but I'm tired and nervous for tomorrow." Ryan said before getting up and leaving. "Brendon, want to come with?"

"Of course, give me one minute."

One by one the others followed until it was silent downstairs. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of rain falling around the house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In Ryan's room
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The pair lay in Ryan's bed, staring at the ceiling, holding hands. This was something they would do often since they got married. Just lay together and chat holding hands. Simple yet satisfying. Everything was back to how it should be.

"Do you think we'll win tomorrow?" Brendon asked.

"Who knows. Let's assume yes because we rocked those other challenges."

"I don't know if rocked is a good way to put it." Ryan laughed.

"The Helena incident was pretty bad, I'll admit."

"I think you mean incidents. Plural. There were several."

"Okay fine." Brendon agreed. "But darned if she wasn't such a cutie.

"She was great. I'm going to miss her."

It was quiet for several moments until Brendon spoke up. "What about us, Ryan? Could we ever do that?"

"Do what, Brendon?"

"Be dads. Adopt a baby."

"I've thought about it before."

"Me too."

It was quiet for a few moments before Ryan spoke up again.

"To be honest Brendon, I was thinking about it a lot during that challenge. Having our own little baby and raising it."

"To be horrible people like us." Brendon laughed.

"It sounds amazing."

"It really does."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To everybody's surprise when they came downstairs the next morning the cabinets and fridge were stocked with food. No explanation was given, just a kind act by the one and only Billie Joe Armstrong. Gerard once again ate his cornflakes and demanded that anybody with a bad attitude had to leave because he was not interested in any bad vibes in his cornflakes.

After breakfast, Dallon pulled Frank and Gerard aside. His eyes were wide.

"Hey Frank were you in Gerard's room last night?" he asked.

"Uh yeah... why?" Frank said, feeling uneasy.

Dallon smiled. His room was right next to Gerard's. "You guys wrote that song Destroya, right?"

"Yeah... how come?" Gerard said, confused.

"Were you like, doing a live performance of it last night? I heard you guys singing part of that song." Dallon said. It was one of his favorite songs.

Frank turned bright red. He knew exactly what Dallon was talking about. Dallon was mistaken. He was very very wrong. Gerard, on the other hand, was unsure of what Dallon was getting at. He said, "What do you mean we were singing it last night?"

"I heard you guys singing Destroya in Gerard's room last night!" Dallon insisted. A small crowd started to gather around them, listening to the conversation. "You were singing the part after the chorus!"

"The part after the chorus?" Gerard asked. "Nobody was singing last night. You sure it was us?"

"Gerard, stop." Frank murmured, trying to avoid the upcoming humiliation.

That's when it hit Gerard. He instantly reddened and turned his face away. The crowd that was gathered around them remained confused.

"You know the part that goes like-" Dallon started to sing.

"Dallon it's fine! Really you don't need to-" Gerard trying to stop him.

"It goes like uh uh uh UH uh uh UH UH uh." he said while dancing a bit."I heard that in your room last night. It sounded really good, you guys are great musicians."

"Yeah uh we were uh, practicing that song um... yeah we were playing it." Frank said.

"How do you guys play it without any instruments?" Dallon asked, amazed.

"Um we... uh, well ya see we um..." Gerard started.

"I think we need to go Gerard." Frank said.

"How come I heard Frank singing it. Doesn't Gerard do it? I mean I definitely heard some of Gerard in there. You were doing a duet?" Dallon said. He was confused why Frank and Gerard were hurrying upstairs with their heads down.

"Next time you practice let me come in! I love that song!" Dallon yelled after them. "Huh. I wonder why they left. That's strange." 

Meanwhile Gerard was dragging Frank up the steps in humiliation. They didn't dare speak until they were safely up the steps.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh I cannot believe that just happened." Frank said, burning in mortification. "Why didn't you end the conversation when I signaled you to!"

Gerard sighed as they turned into his bedroom. "I don't know! I had no clue what he was saying or why you were violently motioning for me to stop!"

Frank flopped onto Gerard's bed. He lay on his back with his knees in the air. He rubbed his eyes forcefully with his fingers. "That was bad. Very bad. And freaking Mikey and Joe and Pete and Patrick all witnessed that!"

"Maybe they didn't know what he meant."

"Everybody knew what he meant! He was literally imitating your moaning! Was it not obvious? You could feel the tension in the room!"

"Why is it such an us thing to be in this situation." Gerard laughed, coming in closer to Frank. "Like we're the only people this would happen to."

Frank smiled and kissed Gerard. "I don't know but it's kind of funny."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Hell no! Not yet at least! We'll be able to joke about this eventually but not yet! I'm still so embarrassed." Gerard said before kissing Frank longer this time.

"Okay fine." Frank said after they parted. "Not yet." 

They kissed again.

Then they heard footsteps outside.

They assumed it was somebody passing through the hallway so they didn't stop.

But it wasn't.

Suddenly their door flung open.

A voice yelled, "OH MY GOSH!"