"It's okay! I know how to handle this!" Frank screamed. "I've seen this before!"

He walked over to Dallon and stepped all over him, mashing him into the floor of the room. He walked back, allowing Dallon some space. To the amazement of the others, Dallon slowly rose back up and a minute later, he was back to normal.

Back to keeping his eyes on Brendon the whole time.

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9:30 P.M. In Fall Out Boy's cabin
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"Deep breaths Pete, calm down." Patrick said in his quiet, soothing voice. "Maybe you're just a little seasick."

"Give him some Benadryl or something." Andy called from in the bedroom.

"I swear to God if he's sick and spreads it to us, I'm gonna be really pissed off." Joe warned.

"Joe, come on, be nice." Patrick said, shooting evil glances at Joe.

"Don't tell me to be nice, I'll jump off this boat and swim home."

Another angry glance from Patrick.

"I'm serious! Don't question me!"

Patrick rubbed Pete's back carefully, doing his best to calm him down. He had gotten sick over something and everyone was worried about the flu now. Joe and Andy hid in the bedroom portion of their cabin while Patrick stayed with Pete in the bathroom.

"Do you feel any better?" Patrick asked.

"Uh, a little. Thanks to you." Pete said, blushing a bit.

"Oh... Good. I uh, rubbed your back in a nice um, circular motion to uh... it actually helps to..." Patrick stuttered awkwardly.

"No Patrick, it was you. You made me-"

Andy entered the bathroom carrying a bundle of sheets and blankets. "How ya doin' my man?" He asked. Pete groaned in response. Andy began to set up a bed in the bathtub. Since there was only a double bed, Patrick agreed to sleep on the floor while Joe and Pete claimed the bed. With nowhere else to go, Andy was fine sleeping in the tub. He said he had done it mainly times before. Nobody bothered to ask when.

Pete groaned again. "Ah, it's getting bad again, Patrick!" He closed his eyes and Patrick took his hand and squeezed it. Patrick was willing to stay on the bathroom floor as long as Pete needed. Even though his back hurt like hell and he was exhausted.

"Hey, hey, Pete. Calm down. I'm right here for you. You're going to get through this." Patrick held Pete's hand and rubbed his back with his other. "It's alright, just take deep breaths."

Pete eventually calmed down and relaxed. "Patrick thank you so much for being here. I wouldn't want anyone else with me right now. I just feel so.. safe when I'm with you. You give me this happy feeling whenever I see your face and... I'm just so lucky to have you in my life."

Patrick blushed and smiled. "Of course, Pete. Anytime you need me I'm here. Actually, there's something I want to, uh... tell you." He paused, looking Pete right in the eyes. He felt like his chest was on fire. But the good kid of fire. The kind that makes you feel absolutely unstoppable. Patrick felt the walls of the bathroom fall away and suddenly, he felt like they were in their own world. Just the two of them. Alone together. Pete, I... I really, really-"

"Uh guys you know I'm still here right?" Andy asked, as he sat up in the tub.

Pete and Patrick jumped. "My God, Andy! What the hell?" Pete said, startled.

"Hey I was here the whole time! You knew that! Why di-"

He was cut off by the sudden screaming next door. It sounded like Ryan Ross.

Andy and Joe burst into Brendon and Ryan's cabin. Seconds later, so did Gerard, Ray, Frank, and Mikey.

"What's wrong, is he okay?" Mikey asked, concerned.

Ryan was laying on the ground in a heap of limbs, shirtless, and screaming non-stop. Tears were running down his cheeks and his body shook with violent sobs.

"Uh, this is... normal. It's happened a few times before." Brendon said, embarrassed. He didn't have a shirt either. Or pants.

"What happened? Do we need to get Tyler or Josh?" Frank asked.

"No no, he'll calm down. He just uh, saw this container and uh..." Brendon stopped talking and turned red.

Everyone looked over to the nightstand where a container of powered milk sat.

"Sometimes he gets these sort of attacks when he sees milk. Sorta like PTSD. No... no um, no reason though."

Ryan started yelling. "DON'T DO IT." He screamed, half unconscious.

"Yeah uh, he's okay. I don't know what he means. Everything is fine. You guys can leave."

"PLEASE NO MORE, IT HURTS!"

"I don't know what he's talking about!" Brendon said, his voice rising with fear they would find out.

"DON'T PUT IT IN MY ASS!" Ryan screeched, shaking the boat.

"You guys can leave! He'll be okay! I don't know what he's talking about!"

Brendon shooed them away, telling them to close the door on their way out. Everyone sprinted out without listening.

"Really guys? Close the goddamn door!" He demanded.

Nobody came back.

"HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR? NO?"

He stomped over to it and slammed it and locked it. He put his clothes back on feeling disappointed, and screwed the cap of the Insta-Milk back on. He picked up Ryan and put him on the bed. By then Ryan had stopped screaming and moved on to just crying.

"Ryan it's okay! I'm not gonna use the milk. Everything's okay."

Ryan slowly came to. He looked down and saw he was shirtless. "What the heck Brendon? Was I crying?"

"Yeah, you had another milk attack. It's okay though." Brendon said. But it wasn't okay. Ryan was always ruining what could have been great times with his milk attacks. Thankfully they didn't come too often, but it was still a pain. Once, their neighbors called the police thinking someone was being murdered when in reality, Ryan was scared of the milk.

"Good thing I didn't wake anyone up." Ryan said, relieved.

Brendon decided it would be best not to tell him everyone saw.

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Breakfast, in the dining area
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Patrick hobbled into the dining area, earning a kind greeting from everyone. He poured some batter into the waffle maker and waited for it to be done. When it beeped he put some toppings on and and sat down at the table next to Joe and Brendon.

"Wow, you slept in late!" Frank said.

"Yeah. I was up all night on the bathroom floor with Pete. Something was up with his stomach and he was feeling sick all night." Patrick said, yawning.

"Aww poor thing. Maybe he's just seasick." Ryan said, eating his Cheerios without milk, just the way he liked them.

"Yeah we thought he might be. Hopefully it's not seasickness because I don't really want to go through this everything night."

"Yeah it must suck to have to stay with him all night." Gerard said.

"No no, it's sad because I don't like to watch him suffer." Patrick said, sounding sad.

"Classic Patrick, always caring." Andy said. "I just put in earplugs and closed the shower door and I didn't hear a thing!"

Everyone looked at Andy, confused.

"Oh, my uh, my bed's in the tub. There wasn't any room anywhere else." He explained.

"The water is so beautiful." said Frank, glancing out the glass windows to the surrounding ocean.

"Actually, it's kind of gross. A little murky and dark of you ask me. Lots of seaweed." Dallon said. After having to swim in it for 45 minutes yesterday, he was pretty much done with ocean water for a bit.

"Hey! Gerard shouted at Dallon, covering his breakfast bowl with his arms. "Keep your bad vibes out of my cornflakes! I'm not interested."

Frank rolled his eyes at Gerard. "So I was wondering if you all wanted to check out the boat's pool with me? We can go swimming."

"Sure that would be fun! Let's ask Tyler and Josh where it is. I'll find them." Mikey offered.

He got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchen. He entered the door, unnoticed by Tyler and Josh.

"Listen Josh, I'm really sorry about yesterday. After our fight last morning I was still angry and I realized I was very rude to you. I was rude to you in front of the passengers and that was completely unacceptable. You will always be co-captain. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I'm sorry we went to bed upset last night. I hope you forgive me and I want to ha-"

Tyler was interrupted by Josh smashing his lips on his own. Mikey stood there in complete shock for a few moments, unable to move, just watching them kiss. He had no idea what to do.

"Of course I forgive you. I was at fault too, I never apologized for what I said yesterday morning." Josh said.

They went back to kissing and Mikey accidentally gagged. Tyler and Josh looked up, studying the room. "Did you hear that?" Josh asked.

"I did. What was it?"

"It better not be those freaking rats again. Don't we legally have to warn the passengers and shut down the cruise if we find a rat?"

"Well yes but nobody found out the last time..."

"True but then we were facing a double lawsuit."

Mikey held his breath, hoping they wouldn't see him. If they did, who knows what they'd do. They might throw him overboard. Or stab him with the giant kitchen knife on the counter top, inches way from Tyler's grip. This could be the end of his cruise.

Or even his life, who knows.