Patrick hit the floor with a thud and Pete ran over and held him, taking his head on his lap.

Only Jaime and Tony showed their score cards in time but quickly put them back down when they saw Patrick was down for the count.

"Oh shoot is he okay?" Vic asked, worried.

Pierce The Veil stumbled out of bed and surrounded Pete. Then the ten other cooks walked around him feeling concerned.

"Listen everyone, I really gotta pee." Billie Joe started. "Can we just hurry this up and I can send Pierce The Veil home and you guys can have your break before the next challenge?"

"He'll be okay, let's just finish this up." Pete said, holding Patrick tighter.

"Are you sure? He's white as a ghost." Billie Joe said. "I feel bad but Papa's about to spring a leak if this goes on any longer."

"Really it's fine, just go. I'd rather not witness that." Andy said.

Pierce The Veil climbed back onto the bed and got their cards ready.

"Okay three, two, one, go." Billie Joe said quickly, crossing his legs to hold it in.

Jaime held up a 9.5.

Mike held up a 7.

Vic held up a 5.

Tony held up a 6.5.

Billie Joe whipped out a calculator and did the math.

"Congratulations. You had exactly a 70% average. Be careful though. One small slip up could cause you to lose. I really have to pee now so go rest up and I'll see you again later." Billie Joe ushered everybody out of the bedroom. When it was empty, he snapped his fingers and it disappeared. Then he snapped them again and Pierce The Veil disappeared. Then, with a bolt of lightning, he disappeared too.

"Wow." said Pete.

"Wow's right." said Mikey.

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11:00, in the living room
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After Billie Joe and Pierce The Veil disappeared the castaways went back to the house, exhausted. Somehow, through the magic of Billie Joe Armstrong, Emo God, the whole kitchen was clean. No more glass on the floor, no more trails of flour, no more milk on the counter tops. Even the ingredients they used up were replenished and back where they belonged.

Half of the group ran up to their rooms to try and take a power nap before the next cooking challenge. Patrick was still feeling light headed so Pete and Andy hauled him into Pete's room to try and get him back to normal. Meanwhile, Joe slept in his dog cage.

"Andy!" Pete said excitedly. "He's waking up again!"

"Great!" Andy said as he rushed over to Patrick.

Patrick had been drifting in and out of a deep sleep since they got back. Pete remained by his side the whole time, propping his head up on his lap while he rested on his bed. Patrick's hair was a mess and he was pale and sweaty but Pete didn't mind. He knew it might seem really really creepy but he loved to be close to Patrick when he slept. He enjoyed the way his chest rose and fell with his rhythmic breathing. And the way his lips looked extra plump and red.

"Patrick? You okay there?" Pete asked, cautiously.

"P-Pete?" Patrick whispered, gazing into Pete's warm eyes.

"Hey buddy. You fell asleep again."

"Oh." Patrick said, his voice sounding scratchy. "Have you been here the whole time?"

"Yep. Since the challenge was over we've been here."

"Wow." Patrick blushed. "T-thanks, Pete."

"Anytime. Hey Andy do you think you could leav- I mean go downstairs and uh, get Patrick some water?"

"I don't need water, I'm fine." Patrick said.

"No, it's probably good for you to have some." Pete said firmly.

"Alright I will." Andy said, looking up from his book.

"Pete, thanks so much for waiting here with me. I really appreciate your kindness." Patrick said, beaming.

"You don't need to thank me. Whenever you're in need of help, I will always be here."

Pete felt himself doing it again. He was slowly but surely falling into Patrick's eyes and getting absorbed by him. He felt like he was under a spell. He got closer to Patrick, admiring his face close up. Then, without thinking, he leaned in. Patrick closed his eyes and moments later Pete did too.

"Hey!" Andy yelled from a few feet away. "I never left the room, ya know!"

"Andy! I thought I told you to get Patrick some water!" Pete said, glaring at Andy.

Andy glared back from the over the top of his book. "Yeah and I was gonna go in a minute!"

Pete smiled and Patrick laughed.

Andy frowned. He stood up and left the room. After quickly getting Patrick a glass of water, he went downstairs to read his book. Clearly Patrick was fine and besides, it was way too distracting in there. He turned the corner into the kitchen to get himself his own glass of water when he stumbled into a... surprising sight, to say the least.

Gerard had Frank pressed up against a wall involved in a deep makeout session. Andy gasped and ran away, deciding Patrick didn't need water anymore.

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11:15, in the living room
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"I hope you all enjoyed your break from cooking." Billie Joe said to the group. "Now it's time to get back in that kitchen to make a late lunch for Pierce The Veil. You have until 11:30 to plan and then an hour to cook. At 1:30 you must be finished with your meal and whatever is left on these trays will be served." he passed out the same trays again.

"Only fifteen minutes to plan?" Frank asked, nervously.

"Correct. I was being way too generous last time. Fifteen should be enough. I gotta go now so-"

"To pee?" Brendon asked.

"What?" Billie Joe said.

"You gotta go pee again?"

"No! Not again. Now please get on with your planning." Billie Joe said before leaving.

"Alright. Who's gonna be the new leader?" Mikey asked, hoping it would be him. He felt like nobody really cared about his presence in My Chemical Romance. After all, who cares about he bassist? Sadly, not many people.

"Well Patrick did a fabulous job being the leader of the pancake group. I think he should." Frank explained.

Patrick smiled feeling bashful. "Oh um, of course I would be the leader! I'd be honored!"

When Patrick bowed, Frank just shook his head. "No Patrick it's not that big of a deal."

"Okay well it is to me. What should me make for lunch?" Patrick looked over the slip of paper from Billie Joe tucked into the trays. "It says we need a main course, small side, and a drink for all four."

"YES!" Brendon exclaimed, dying to serve up some drinks.

"Well that settles it. Brendon you're gonna do the drinks. What should we do for a main meal?"

Nobody said anything.

"Um okay. I have an idea. Let's think about Pierce The Veil. What are they most proud of? What do they tend to embrace and show off?" Patrick said, deep in thought.

"How Mexican they are." Pete said, blankly.

"True. They always bring up their background." Patrick said. "How about we make a Mexican dish?"

Nobody had any ideas.

"That's fine, I'll think. How about... Quesadillas? Everyone loves those and they're easy to make. Plus like everyone has made one in their whole life, right?"

Nobody said anything.

"Alright then." Patrick sighed, struggling to connect with his group. "Quesadillas it is. I will make them then."

"Don't those guys love hot sauce?" Ray asked.

"Oh yeah! Very smart, Ray! They love hot sauce! We can add it to the quesadillas. Say, Ryan? Do you still have all that Cheez Whiz? You've got gallons of the stuff. Why don't we use some? It'll go great with that quesadillas."

Ryan frowned. He was already being generous enough this week. He was very protective of his Cheez Whiz. "Fine."

"Great! Now we need a side. Who knows an easy side we can make for them?"

Yep.

You guessed it.

Nobody said anything.

"Seriously guys? I suck at leadership skills and I'm trying my hardest to take on this position. either work with me or don't." Patrick said.

"What about black beans?" Ryan suggested. "I love those at restaurants."

Gerard smirked before singing the classic kids song, "Beans, beans, the musical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel. So we have beans at every meal!"

"Gerard, that's not appropriate." Patrick said.

"Aw come on, Patrick know you sound like a teacher. They always overuse the word "inappropriate." Gerard whined.

"I said 'not appropriate' not inappropriate. And you're the one who used to look like a gosh darned teacher!" Patrick spit back.

"Okay settle down. Patrick I'm gonna have to demote you from your leader role." Frank warned.

"Well you're not the leader anymore so..."

"So?"

"So you can't go around demoting or promoting anybody!"

Suddenly the from door of the house bust open, revealing two people.

"AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" one of the two figures who entered the house yelled.

"WE BACK! WE BACK!"

"OH YEAH BABY WE BACK!"

"GUESS WHO'S BACK? BACK AGAIN. TYLER AND JOSH ARE BACK. TELL A FRIEND."

"GUESS WHO'S BACK? GUESS WHO'S BACK? GUESS WHO'S BACK"

"YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, YA BOYS ARE BACK!"

"I WANT MY BABY BACK BABY BACK BABY BACK BABY BACK!'

"LOOK WHO'S HERE!"

"Tyler? Josh? You're back? Why? How did you make it to this island?" Patrick said in shock.

The whole room was either confused, horrified or angry.

"You dirty little pieces of-" Patrick clamped a hand over Pete's mouth.

"You abandoned us!" Dallon seethed.

"You rowed away to safety while we were left for the seagulls!" Ryan shouted.

"Hey he abandoned you too." Josh said, pointing at Ray. "We only had one extra spot left on the life raft and he shoved you all out of the way to get there. Why don't you hate him too?"

"Because... Because he's not a dirty little-"

Once again Patrick had to shove his hand over Pete's mouth.

The whole room was filled with commotion. Everyone was yelling at Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun. Days ago their cruise ship was lured into a cluster of rocks by The Sirens, that group of guys who lured people into rocks by singing songs- basically like the sirens in Greek mythology only shirtless and 10 times harder to resist. The passengers found out that Tyler and Josh did not have enough life boats for everybody. Instead, they had one raft for themselves and one extra person. Instead of helping the others, Tyler and Josh hoped in the raft and paddled away to safety. Ray was the only one who managed to join them.

"Oh wow this was not the welcome back party we thought we would get." Tyler said.

"Welcome back party?" Frank asked, furious.

"Why are you even here?" Gerard hissed.

"It's the twenty first chapter! We had to show up!" Tyler explained.

"Yeah after all, our band is called Twenty One Pilots. We couldn't not show up on the twenty first chapter."

"Twenty first chapter? Of what?" Ryan yelled.

"Okay we're just gonna leave..." Josh said and in about two seconds they were halfway to the door, bee-lining toward the beach.

"OH NO YOU DON'T YOU'RE NOT ESCAPING THIS TIME." Brendon screamed before the mob of eleven angry people darted at Tyler and Josh.

By the time all eleven band members reached the door Tyler and Josh were already back in their life boat paddling away. The same lifeboat they escaped the ship in. Had they never made it to land since the ship crashed? Or did they come all the back to the ocean to find the passengers and be rude?

Everyone tried their best to catch Tyler and Josh but it was no use. The water was freezing and all of them sucked at swimming. Well except Dallon but he was injured. Once Tyler and Josh became a small dot far away in the ocean, they gave up and headed back inside.

"That was so..." Brendon said, struggling to find a word to end his sentence

"Weird." Ryan finished.

They smiled at each other.

"Yeah where did they even come from?" Gerard asked.

"Who knows! But if they ever find their way back here and try to be as obnoxious as before I swear I'll kick their butts so hard they won't be able to walk the next day. Those jerks deserve a good-" For the third time that day Patrick resorted to closing Pete's mouth for him.

"Okay I know that was incredibly strange and we're all really mad right now. But let's focus on our task and keep working." Patrick said before drawing out another chart of jobs like Frank had done for the last challenge.

-Leader: Patrick

-Quesadillas: Patrick (leader), Joe, Dallon, Pete

-Beans: Gerard, Andy,

-Drinks: Brendon, Ray

-Ingredient Getter and Put Awayer: Ryan (as usual)

-Dishwasher: Frank

-Napkin Folder: Mikey

They wasted no time in starting the cooking. Ryan ran back and forth frantically collecting everyone's ingredients. It was an awful system to have one man do all the ingredient gathering but nobody seemed to notice.

Meanwhile, Frank, the dishwasher, was peacefully resting on the couch in the living room, knowing that no dishes or utensils would need washing for a long time. Minutes went by and eventually he fell into a deep sleep.

Until he heard screams.

At first, he thought the screams were apart of his dreams.

Then he woke up and realized they were real and coming from his friends in the kitchen.

"FIRE!" someone screamed.