Patrick frowned at the announcement. Could she be anymore condescending? He stood up and helped the pregnant Brendon do the same. Ryan and Pete came walking back up to them.

"Why would anyone even want to eat at this time?" Ryan muttered.

"I'm staving." Brendon told him and Patrick smiled. Being pregnant seemed great to him.

"You hungry too, babe?" Pete asked him as he took his hand.

"No."

They got to the dining room and saw it was just one big table. Pete had been hoping for a cafeteria like setting. Maybe only two seats to a table. That way he wouldn't have to be seated next to Ryan and Brendon. And i wouldn't have to spend the entire time feeling awkward after hearing what Ryan said. Patrick on the other hand seemed to love it.

"You can sit beside me!" Brendon grabbed a hold of Patrick's arm and pulled him into a seat. Patrick beamed towards Pete. Happy with his new friend.

Because it was a round table, Pete took the seat next to Patrick. Ryan sat on the other side of Brendon. Andy came walking into the dining room next. Thankfully he took the seat next to Ryan. Jon stormed in a few seconds after and took his seat beside Andy. Pete looked around the table and absentmindedly counted the chairs. Nine. Why were there nine chairs-

"Joe, please." Spencer was walking Joe over to the table. And of course th drunk sat beside Pete. Spencer glanced around the table.  Probably deciding whether to sit beside his fiance or the drunk. Jon lifted his leg to place his seat in the chair next to him. "Fucking clild." Spencer muttered as he sat in the seat beside Joe. Leaving the empty seat between him and Jon.

"I wonder what's for snack." Brendon sighed. Everyone looked at him. "What? I'm hungry."

"He's pregnant, you assholes." Ryan muttered.

"Why did you have to call us assholes?" Joe glared at him.

"I don't know. Why do you have to be an asshole."

"Ryan, please." Brendon touched his arm. Ryan stiffened.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry." Jon said and it was his turn to be looked at by everyone at the table.

"He doesn't?" Patrick asked.

"No. Some of the people at the table are assholes." He glanced at Jon. "Cheating assholes."

"Oh for the love of christ. I did not cheat on you!"

"We heard you." He sneered.

"You heard out of context."

"How do you hear sex out of context?" Andy spoke up.

"I'm not gay." Joe told everyone for the millionth time.

"Oh shut up, Joe." All three men said at the same time.

"This is more drama than reality telivision." Patrick whispered to Pete and He smiled.

"I didn't cheat." Spencer said again. "You should be the one explaining yourself. You went into another man's hotel room."

"But I didn't fuck him, Spencer!"

"Says you."

"Says me too." Andy raised his hand.

"Snack is served." A male voice called from the door.

All eyes turned to it. And then the room was suddenly filled with tall men in all black clothes and ski mask. Placing cups and plates and trays on the table in front of us. There were so many and they were moving so fast that it was hard to keep up. But there seemed to be about seven. A plate was sat infront of Patrick and Pete grabbed the man's arm. He paused and stared down at them. All that was visable were his eyes.

"Help us." He whispered. Confusion entered the man's eyes. "We're being held against our will. She's trapping us here."

"I don't understand."

"All eight of us are stuck here. The doors are locked from the outside. Help us."  A plate was sat in front of Pete.

"How?" Relief flooded through Pete. The man wanted to help.

"Find a way to leave a door open when you leave. Please."

The man nodded and finished putting the things on the table. Patrick squeezed Pete's hand in excitement. They were going to get out. Patrick looked around the table to make sure no one else had noticed the interaction between the man and Pete. No one seemed to have. The men cleared out of the room leaving just the eight men in there with the full table. There was silence in the room. Nobody reached to take the lid off any of the trays.

A loud popping sound came from the other side of the door. Everyone jumped at the unsuspecting sound. Patrick's hand began shaking in Pete's. The door opened and Hayley walked in with a gun in her hand. A series of gasp traveled through the silence. She'd shot somebody. She was going to kill someone else. The gun was held tightly in her small hand. Oh please don't let it be Patrick was all Pete could think. Who was she going to shoot? She sat at the only empty seat and tossed the loaded gun on the table. It hit a few trays before landing directly in front of Pete.

"Don't make me do that again." She lifted a top off of one of the trays. "Eat up, everyone."