"Yes, great and powerful emo god. We will do anything to please you and get off this island and escape death. What challenges do we have to do?" Dallon asked.

"You'll find out at the start of each day. I am going to make you guys a house and you'll stay there. At the end of each day, a group of people will judge if you completed the task or not. You must not fail a challenge. If you fail once, the deal is done and you're on your own to get home. Any questions?" Billie Joe said.

"Can you tell us the challenges?" Gerard asked.

"Gerard were you not listening? I literally just said you'll find out at the start of each day. But I'll tell you one. Your first challenge will be to cook three five star meals for a hungry panel of Mexican food critics. Otherwise known as Pierce The Veil. It sounds hard but I believe in you guys."

"How many days will we be here if we complete all the challenges?" Ryan asked.

"As many days are there are challenges." The emo god answered.

"So what like, a week? Two months?" Ryan questioned.

"Eight years."

"Eight years?!" Ryan yelled out in shock, having to grip Brendon to stop himself from falling over.

"Nah, I'm fooling you. Probably less then a week." Billie Joe said, laughing hysterically again at Ryan's reaction.

"Gosh why are so mean?" Ryan asked, irritated.

"I'm not mean, I just enjoy a good laugh sometimes."

"At other people's expenses." Ryan mumbled to himself.

"Aw, come on Ry! It was a joke!" Brendon said, earning a light punch on the shoulder from Ryan. Brendon responded to that by punching Ryan in the face.

The rain, which had let up a bit since Billie Joe landed from the heavens, was now coming down harder. Patrick began shivering. "When are you going to make us that house you promised?" he asked.

"Well, unfortunately, I haven't planned it out yet but it will be there by tomorrow. Sorry to keep you guys waiting. I will see you sometime tomorrow. Good luck in the cold here." Billie Joe Armstrong said goodbye one last time before going back up to heaven with another thundering crash of a lightening bolt.

All eleven guys branched off into their own groups and talked, trying to stay warm and forget about their hunger. Patrick's shivering got more intense and Pete took off his hoodie and pulled it over Patrick's head. He sat down next to him and took Patrick's cold hands into his own and warmed them up with kisses and his breath. Patrick smiled and leaned into Pete, closing his eyes. Patrick felt safe with Pete. He wanted to feel weightless, cause that should be enough, and Pete gave him the ability to feel that way.

"Uh... We're just gonna hang over there..." Andy said.

Patrick and Pete turned around to see Andy and Joe less than a foot away from them.

"Oh..."

Andy dragged Joe away to the rocks.

"Did you even know they were there?" Pete asked.

"Nope. Not at all." Patrick said.

Further down the beach, Brendon and Ryan sat, arguing over stupid crap like usual.

"I told you not to wear that shirt again. Not only is it ugly and a turn-off, but it's too... shiny and takes people's eyes off of me, and onto you. We don't want that." Brendon said.

"You don't want that. You can't tell me what to wear." Ryan said.

"Yes I can because I have way better fashion sense. Remember when that rose vest 'went missing' in a hotel somewhere? Yeah that was because I took it. And burned it."

"What the hell Brendon? Are you freaking kidding me right now? You're kidding. You did not burn that vest. You know how much I loved it! More than I love you!" Ryan said, appalled.

"Yeah, it's true. You looked so hideous in it and I was ashamed to be your boyfriend when you wore it. So at that hotel I snuck into the kitchen and microwaved it on high for ten minutes. Then I used tongs to carry it outside and let it burn. After that I spit on it and buried it."

Ryan was seething. He loved that vest with all his heart. How dare Brendon just burn it like that!

"Even Brent Wilson had better fashion sense than you." Brendon said, his voice full of venom.

"No. You did not just go there."

"Oh yes I did, baby."

Ryan shot up and started swinging at Brendon. Brendon grabbed Ryan's Ryhawk, pulling as hard as he could. Ryan punched Brendon in the gut, he keeled over in pain. Brendon recovered quickly and took off his sweatshirt and unzipped it, whipping Ryan's face with the zipper. Ryan froze in pain, wiping blood off of the fresh gashes Brendon just made. Brendon took that as an opportunity to tie his sweatshirt sleeves around Ryan's neck and pull hard, strangling him. Ryan gasped for air. He felt faint. Minutes went by without any oxygen and Ryan's face turned purple. Soon enough as he was on the verge of passing out, Dallon swooped in, grabbing the sweatshirt out of Brendon's hands.

"Stop! What are you doing? You're going to kill him!" Dallon said, shocked.

"I was mad at him!" Brendon said, crossing his arms.

"And I was mad at him!" Ryan said, pointing at Brendon.

"Well let's take a deep breath here. Calm down please. Let's not kill anyone today, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever." Ryan said. "It happens a lot."

Brendon was too busy staring at Dallon to answer. He was getting lost in the beauty of him.

"Hey what's with the attitude, buddy?" Dallon asked. "I just saved your life."

"First off, don't ever call me 'buddy' again. Second, take your damn eyes off of my husband please."

"Husband? Oh no! You're- you're married?" Dallon asked. "To him?"

"Hey! Watch your mouth wise guy! I'm standing right here. Now go and creep on someone else's man!"

Neither Brendon nor Dallon spoke. They just kept staring into each other's eyes.

"Seriously, Brendon? You're just going to stand there? And not defend me? He just insulted your husband!"

"Oh!" Brendon said, snapping out of it. "Dallon, back off. I don't want you messing with my husband! Leave us alone!"

"Oh, sorry..." Dallon said, walking away slowly.

"Brendon, what's wrong with you?" Ryan whispered.

"Sorry, he's just so... so... so attractive."

"Brendon! Are you kidding me right now?"

"What? I can't say another guy is hot? Why do I have to follow your rules? You were the one who said Pete was good looking earlier today. And that random guy at the park Tuesday, you said he was cute. Oh and let's not forget the time you said that one guy had way better hair than me. Now that was insulting."

"Okay fine, you're right but-"

"I know, I'm always right." Brendon said, interrupting.

"Let me finish! You're right but you are way too into Dallon. Calm down, you're a married old man now. You need to watch yourself. I never stared at any of those people the way you just did with Dallon. I saw you doing it when we first met him too."

"Ryan, come on! I was not looking at him to the point where it was out of control."

"It kind of was. Stop making this a big deal. This is a normal conversation for married couples. We've only been married a few months, we're still figuring things out."

"Okay, okay sorry."

"Good. I'm changing the subject now. How do you think Jake is doing now that he lost that bet to Eddie?" Ryan asked.

Silence.

"Brendon! Are you even listening to me?" Ryan said, exasperated.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry, uh, yeah."

"You have no idea what I just said."

"Sorry it's just... the way he was so eager to help you... he's like a hero. And his eyes are just... Wow... I can't believe- Ryan? Ryan, where are you going? Ryan! Ryan, come back here!"