Pete grunted as he lunged at Patrick (who was standing up, thinking the stress was done) trying to grab him before he hit the floor.

He failed of course, considering he was much too far from Patrick to save him in time. Patrick's head hit the ground but thankfully, his fedora was there to cushion the fall.

"Woah! Is he okay there?" Billie Joe asked, running over to help.

"Y-yeah but let's just hurry this part up so we can get him back to his room. Tony can you let us know what you changed your score to quickly?"

"If Tony brings his score down too much we might go below a 70% and lose the house and go back to sleeping on the dry sand in the cold night air." Dallon said, swallowing nervously.

Joe started quietly crying.

"Look at them. Pitiful." Jaime said, pointing at Joe and Patrick. "All of them. Pitiful."

"Jaime Alberto Preciado." Billie Joe warned. "You be nice to them."

"Sorry, sir. I-I didn't mean that."

"Do I have to remind you of the time you guys got lost in a cave in Mexico? And how I bent over backwards to save you guys while I was busy managing Green Day's 21st Century Breakdown World Tour?"

"No sir. You do not need to remind me."

"Aw come on, Jaime!" Vic said, whining. "Now you reminded him of that incident!"

"Now he's not gonna stop talking about it!" Mike complained.

Billie Joe was referring to a dark day in 2009. Pierce The Veil had been heavily working on their second album, Selfish Machines, when they decided it would be best to take a break and head down to Mexico to rest their minds and have a fun vacation.

Some say it was Vic's fault and others say it was Jaime's. Either way, the foursome ended up lost on a dark, creepy cave somewhere underground. None of them remembered quite how they got so lost but it was not one of their shining moments. Vic was bawling his eyes out on the cave floor in fear while Mike tried to comfort him. Meanwhile, Tony was trying to catch some of the bats as food. He was terrified that they would starve to death. Jaime was in a state of shock and lashed out at everyone.

Eventually, Billie Joe came to their rescue and helped them out. Green Day was supposed to be on stage in forty minutes and instead of warming up his glorious voice, he was busy helping four fools out of a freaking cave.

A cave.

How often do you get lost in a random cave?

"Alright alright fine." Billie Joe said, cracking up. "I won't bug you guys about it but oh my goodness, Vic you should have seen the look on your face when I showed up. And Jaime I think at one point you literally said word for word, 'Oh thank you, dear Billie, I owe you my life and soul forever now."

Pierce The Veil rolled their eyes. It helped the eleven cooks to know that they weren't the only ones who needed lots of help by Billie Joe at some point.

"Okay!" Billie Joe clapped his hands together. "Where were we?"

"The cave incident?" Gerard asked.

"Uh no, before that."

"I was gonna change my score." Tony answered.

"Ah yes. Okay what do you want to lower it to?"

"An 8.5 instead of a 9. That pee taste had a weird after taste. I didn't like it." Tony said.

"Wait that's it!? You lowered it by half a point?" Billie Joe face palmed but he accidentally smacked his face too hard and yelled out in pain. "Gosh I suck at face palming. But really? That's it? You made a big ass deal over it. And poor Pete fainted over it!"

"Patrick." Pete corrected. "I'm Pete, he's Patrick." He gestured towards the slumped lump of a body lying in his arms. Patrick was slowly coming to.

"Oh sorry. You guys are always together, I mix you up."

Andy and Joe snickered, teasing Pete.

"Okay I'm not even gonna calculate your new average since it's gonna be the same thing practically. Half a point doesn't make too much of a difference so don't worry about it. Just... please don't do that again. I will be back to the house at 7:00 when it's time to make your snacks." Billie Joe said.

He, Pierce The Veil and the house we gone a moment later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
5:00, in the kitchen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Well isn't this nice." Gerard said, pointing at the feast of food on the kitchen table.

"Hell yeah it is!" Brendon said, downing another bottle of invisible beer.

All eleven boys were gathered in the kitchen, enjoying a feast of food for the first time since they were back on the cruise ship. Billie Joe must have forgotten to remove the food from the house because the cabinets were still stuffed with ingredients. None of them really knew how to cook all that well (as seen during the first two cooking challenges) so they were having a very large variety of food.

Patrick had made a bunch of quesadillas (without the hot sauce of course) and cut them into quarters before stacking them on a large plate in the center of the dinner table. Mikey had found some frozen hot dogs in the freezer and boiled a few. There weren't any buns in the house so they resorted to eating them with slices of white bread. It tasted nasty but after being hungry for so many days straight, they were fine with anything.

Since Gerard and Dallon did so good making fruit salad in the breakfast challenge, they worked together to make a vegetable salad with some raw bell peppers, carrots, and a little bit of stringy lettuce. It was the weirdest, most random thing they had ever made but it tasted okay and again, as long as it filled their stomachs they were happy.

"Alright we have approximately two hours before the snack challenge." Ray announced.

"I'm so nervous!" Gerard exclaimed.

"Wimp." Mikey spat at him.

"Shut up." Gerard said.

"Okay stop fighting please." Patrick whimpered. "We need to work together as a te-"

"As a team, I know. But I ain't workin' on no team with this lame excuse of a brother." Gerard said, jabbing his thumb harshly at Mikey.

"Yeah yeah, nobody said you were perfect either."

"Yeah well you know what is perfect? My face!" Gerard said.

"What the heck? That wasn't even a good comeback, if you can even call that a comeback. I'm sick of looking at your face anyway."

"I'm sick of seeing my face. But I am allowed to be sick of seeing my face cause its my f****** face! Know what I'm saying?"

"Okay that's enough!" Brendon yelled.

"Seriously you two, please stop." Pete said. "You're gonna make Joe cry!"

Joe sniffed.

But he didn't cry.

No, he did not.

Joe was stronger than that.

He calmly excused himself and left for the stairs. He carefully walked up each step and opened the closet door (since he never got a bedroom) and unlocked his dog cage. He crawled inside, got under the covers and...





...bawled his eyes out.

Downstairs, the group continued their meal. Brendon suggested they bust out the alcohol and party it up since their first challenge was almost complete but Ray disagreed.

"Well let's not forget we might not pass this next challenge."

"All the more reason to celebrate now! If we lose the challenge, we lose the drinks. If we lose the drinks, we lose the party. Why risk it?" Brendon exclaimed.

"Yeah let's party!" Pete yelled out. "Besides, even if we do pass, all the food in the cabinets might be removed by Billie Joe. Why would he keep the food around once the Cook For A Day challenge is done?"

"Uh, I think I'll pass." Gerard said, clearing his dishes to the sink.

"Don't we wanna be... like as sober as we can be when we're doing a task that could determine if we live or die?" Patrick asked.

"Aw don't be dramatic. Live a little!" Pete yelled "Don't be so lame all the time! Nobody likes a party pooper! You're ruining the moment, Patrick!"

Patrick frowned.

That stung.

A lot.

He sighed and abruptly sat up, nearly knocking the chair over. everyone turned to watch as he marched over to the sink where Gerard was washing his dishes. Gerard backed, away, letting Patrick in. He ran his dish under water and threw it in the dishwasher, rattling the dishes. Soon he stomped up the steps and slammed his bedroom door.

"Jeez, what's wrong with him?" Pete asked.

"Well, you were a little harsh." Dallon sad softly.

Ryan, agreeing with Dallon for once said, "Yeah Pete. That was a little mean. I think you really hurt his feelings."

"I gave him the truth!" Pete said. "Sometimes people gotta hear what they need to hear."

Brendon frowned. "I don't know, Pete..."

"Aww come on!" Pete said.

"Well... I guess it doesn't mean we should let him stop our party." Brendon said, sighing.

Pete froze, not knowing what to say. Then he smiled, grabbed Brendon's beer bottle and took a large sip before screaming, "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHHHHHH"

"Dang." Ray said. "He's got a soul voice."

Meanwhile, Patrick was locked away in his room. He lay on his bed, his face smashed in his pillow to hide the deep sobs that erupted from his throat. He feared the pillow might suffocate him but he didn't really care. He felt so stupid for crying about one little incident. Was he so sensitive that just a few words could do this to him? He imagined what he looked like, all pathetic on the bed.

Red-faced, wet cheeks, a soaked pillow case, a runny nose, messed up hair, sweat- loads of it, he had nothing going for him. But still, his mind kept wandering to what Pete said earlier. They echoed in his head and bounced around in his head.

"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!"

He had probably repeated the phrase one hundred times.

And here he thought his relationship with Pete was growing rapidly this past week or two.

He stuffed his face back into the comfort of his pillow and cried some more. He didn't stop until he heard a knock at the door.

"Patrick?" the voice asked.

He froze.