The party was amazing. Andy used his super-dee-duper-strong-CrossFit-muscles and shoved all the furniture to the outskirts of the living room to make a dance floor. Joe explained that his afro was also a fully functioning speaker and he played some good 90's rock hits for them. Ray's afro was able to be a disco ball. He lit up the room. Brendon stacked some kitchen chairs on top of each other and placed two cutting boards next to each other on the chairs. In the dark, it looked like a real bar. Everyone was having an amazing time. Even when one of Ray's light bulbs blew out, nobody panicked at the disco while he fixed it.

Brendon didn't last long however, and eventually he seemed to grow sad and he left for his room early. Nine remained. Soon after, Dallon went to his room too.

At around eleven o'clock the majority of the room decided to pack it in. There were only six people left at that point and without the disco lights or the bartender, the party became sort of boring. Everyone headed up to their beds, excited for hours of sleep.

Except Frank. Frank wandered into Gerard's room upset.

"Frank? Is that you?" Gerard murmured in the dark. "I can't tell in the dark."

"It is. How'd you know."

"I'd know that short frame anywhere."

Frank smirked and took a deep breath. "Can we talk?"

"'Course. What about?"

"Turn on the light. I need advice. You're always really really good with helping me."

It was quiet for a moment until Gerard flicked on the light by his bed. He squinted in the dark and motioned for Frank to sit beside him. Frank hurried over and sat down, crossing his legs uncomfortably.

"What's wrong, Frank?"

"I just..." Frank struggled to come up with words "What would you do if you witnessed something that you weren't supposed to see. And it was wrong. Very wrong. But if you told anybody you would ruin... you would ruin something big."

"I'm a little lost but I would follow my gut. I know it's trite advice to give but I would do that. Is the event you witnessed so bad that it would ruin the big thing? What do you think is best?" Gerard asked.

"Ahh I don't know!" Frank put his head in his hands. "I just feel so... dirty keeping this secret. Not dirty just... bad."

"Frank, what happened?"

"If I tell you do you swear not too tell anybody?"

"Of course. You know I wouldn't."

"I'm only telling you because I trust you so much."

"I... um... Brendon is cheating on Ryan."

"WHAT?" Gerard yelled out before realizing many people were asleep. "With who?"

"Dallon." Frank spat.

"How do you know?"

"You know when Brendon went and cleaned up Dallon after Dallon got punched by Ryan earlier?"

"Yeah?"

"And they went to the bathroom."

"Yeah?"

"Alone together."

"Yeah?"

"And came back a long while later."

"OH GOSH, FRANK!" Gerard yelled again, realizing what Frank was getting at. Frank slapped his hand over Gerard's mouth.

"Shhh!"

"I can't believe this!" Gerard said.

"Yep... It's bad. Someone asked me to go find them and I walked in and..."

"I get it. Okay that's bad. Very, very bad." Gerard said, sighing.

"And I don't know what to do. Now do you see what position I'm in? I think Ryan has the right to know but I don't want to be the one to crush his heart. Plus it should come from Brendon, not me."

"I get it. Why don't you start by talking to Brendon." Gerard suggested.

"Hmmm. Talk to Brendon. Hey that's a great idea. Thanks Gerard! You're the best!"

Gerard beamed. "Anytime, Iero."

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Down the hall
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Finally, time to get some sleep. Mikey rolled over in bed, smiling at how warm the covers felt over his sore body. After a full day of cooking, he was pretty beat. Not only were his feet killing him but he was also mentally drained. He shut his eyes and buried his face into the pillow it smelled like the soft smell of laundry detergent. The perfect smell to fall asleep to.

That and Pete Wentz's cologne.

Who was absolutely adorable, if anyone wanted to know. The way Pete seemed so interested in Mikey's sun-rising-task was too cute. Mikey smiled, thinking of Pete.

But Pete wasn't the only guy on Mikey's mind as he fell asleep that night.

Then he heard something strange coming from outside. It sounded like... laughter. Laughter? Why would somebody be laughing at 11:20 P.M? It was very weird. Cautiously, Mikey got out of his bed and scurried over to the door. He peeled it open ever so slightly and listened harder for the noise. He looked left and found Joe in his pajamas, standing outside of Ray's closed door.

"You hear that too?" Joe asked, looking over at Mikey exhausted.

"Yeah! It sounds like laughing. Is it Ray?"

"I'm not sure." Joe said. "It's coming from his room though. I should hope he's in it."

They knocked on the door. That didn't stop the laughter. They knocked again and the laughter quieted down but didn't cease. "Come in!" Ray said from inside, laughing harder.

They opened his door and stared at him in confusion. Mikey and Joe squinted from the bright light of Ray's room.

"Ray why are you up so late?" Mikey asked, rubbing his eyes.

"It's just... It's just that..." Ray couldn't get the words out. He was laughing too hard.

"Not to mention you're laughing." Joe said.

"In your room." Mikey said.

"All alone." Joe said.

"Nobody here who could have told any jokes or anything." Mikey said.

"Just you."

"By yourself."

"Laughing.

"Hysterically."

"Care to explain?" Joe sighed.

Ray said nothing. He just sat there, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Ray! Ray what is happening right now?" Mikey asked, getting annoyed.

"I'm sorry I just... I just remembered... how I... dipped my stuck my hand in that cupcake! And the... the frosting got all over my fingers! That was so, so, so funny!"

Mikey and Joe left the room.

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Meanwhile in Patrick's bedroom
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A knock at the door.

The late night drama was never ending. 

Patrick rolled over, wiped his eyes and muttered a small "hello?"

"It's me." a voice whispered.

"Go away Pete." Patrick said, trying to hide his strained voice.

"What?"

"You heard me. I said go away." there was no hiding his sadness now.

"Patrick what's wrong? I came here to get my book I left in here and you sound angry."

"You sound angry." Patrick repeated to himself, laughing a bit. "Pete I said go away. Your book isn't in here."

Patrick felt tears coming again. He took a ragged breath and added, "And you're probably drunk too."

"Drunk?" Pete sounded horrified. "Patrick I'm not drunk! I swear."

Patrick was silent.

"Come in." he said.

The door slowly creaked open revealing Pete's dark silhouette. Basically the last thing Patrick wanted to see right now.

Or was it?

"What?" he snapped at Pete.

Pete closed the door leaving them in the darkness of Patrick's room. Patrick didn't say anything. He didn't move and he didn't speak. He just sat in the dark and waited for Pete to speak.

"So you have that book anywhere?" Pete broke the silence.

"Get out!" Patrick said, angry again.

"No I'm joking around, Patrick! That's how I deal with bad situations like these. Of course I didn't come for a book. Why are you angry at me? Something happened earlier today. We were all good this morning and then tonight it turned sour."

"Don't act like you don't know."

"Everything was going fine until we pulled out the...
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...OH! That's why you're angry! Because of what I said?"

Patrick took a deep breath, remembering the words Pete said after they finished the second Cook For A Day task. Pete, Frank, and Brendon had wanted to party it up before the last challenge while Gerard, Andy, Ray, and Ryan worked hard to make them stop. Before they pulled out their drinks Pete had made fun of Patrick for not wanting to party.

"Aw don't be dramatic. Live a little! Don't be so lame all the time! Nobody likes a party pooper! You're ruining the moment, Patrick!" Patrick spat out, reminding Pete of the words he said.

Pete was quiet. He was quiet for as long time as the words soaked through him.

"Patr-"

"Stop." Patrick ordered.

"No Patrick I-"

"Leave. Get out of my room now."

"Patrick please! Listen I really-."

"Pete I swear to God if you don't leave right now at this instant I will... I will... I'll." He stopped talking in fear that tears might come. The words Pete said earlier were circling the room and making his blood boil. He was angry and hurt and wanted Pete as far away as possible. "Pete I... I hate you. I hate you so much, Pete. Leave me alone. I wish we never met. I hate you. Get out!"

"Okay okay." Pete sounded distressed and defeated as he exited the room.

"Don't come back!" Patrick yelled as the door shut.