Ugh, Pierre felt like SUCH an idiot.

He friends probably all hated him by now for all the nasty things he said.

He would have gone back to his home to pack his bags and leave right now if it hadn't been for the fact that that was exactly were he'd left his friends.

Oh, his friends.

Pierre actually had friends.

He didn't normally tell people this, but Pierre had had a pretty rough childhood.

At school the other kids would make fun of him for various reasons, the fact that he couldn't do sports, even though he tried very hard.

Or even the fact that he looked like he should still be in kindergarten.

Yeah, he looked young for his age even then, he couldn't imagine what he must have looked like as a baby…

And besides the constant teasing and taunting he would receive, with his Family's reputation, he had to uphold it.

The education alone of a gourmet was vigorous and unforgiving.

He often wondered why he had to be so good at maths to cook, but it didn't matter, in his family he was forced to be good at everything, not just food.

And so after all this, Pierre was really quite grateful to his friends for well, being his friends.

This Island was full of oddballs, really.

So Pierre, with his large purple tophat and coat fitted in quite well,

But not anymore.

His friends hated him, he was sure of that.

Pierre looked up from the rock near the well that he was sitting on, it was getting rather dark.

"Do you think he is okay?" He heard a voice from nearby.

"I don't know, I've never seen him that angry before." That was Chelsea.

"He called my fish poorly cooked…" Denny, oh, he didn't mean that, Denny was quite good at cooking, actually, he had a natural ability.

"Oh stop Pouting." Nobody could mistake Lanna's loud voice. "You should be more manly, like, Vaughn or something."

"Don't compare me to that sullen Cowboy!"

"Stop it guys." Natalie cut him off. "We've got more important things to worry about than Denny's wimpyness."

"Hey"

"She's right guys," Chelsea joined in. "Pierre is upset about something and he obviously needs our help right now."

There was a moment of silence while they all thought together.

"Well" Lanna began, "I'd suggest that we go and praise the anger out of him, but it's not like we weren't nice about the food, on the contrary, it was amazing, as always."

"He must be having trouble with inspiration, or something." Natalie commented, Pierre being surprised that she could have picked up on something like that.

"But he still didn't have to be mean." Denny Pouted.

Lanna groaned. "Put your man pants on, Denny." She said.

"Uhm, Sorry. I guess I was just a little shocked is all, Pierre's usually so happy and to see him angry like that kinda put a damper on my own optimisim."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Chelsea sighed.

"Well, no point standing out here in the cold, Pierre needs us and we need some ideas, maybe he just needs a change of pace." Lanna queried.

"Maybe that's a good idea, doing the same thing day in and day out must get pretty tiring." Natalie said it with genuine concern in her voice.

What were they trying to say? That Pierre should stop cooking? But he couldn't, he couldn't possibly!

"Maybe these islands weren't what he thought they were." Chelsea said, almost as a whisper. "He came here looking for ingredients, right? Maybe they're not here."

"Yeah" Denny replied, also quietly, so that Pierre had to hold his breath to hear him. "Maybe he'd be better off somewhere else."

Pierre had to stop himself from gasping, He knew they'd all been saying they were trying to help earlier, but somehow that hadn't registered in his over-fatigued mind.

They wanted him to go somewhere else?

To leave?

"Well, I should probably get home, Mum and the old man will probably be getting worried." Natalie said, waving goodbye.

"Yeah, me too."

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow, then."

After a moment they had all departed to their respected houses.

Pierre sat there for a moment longer, behind the well.

He couldn't believe what he had heard, his friends wanted him to go live somewhere else.

Somewhere in the back of his brain he knew that this was not in any way true, and that his friends would only want the best for him, but his newfound depression had gotten the better of him, and made him think the worst.

Well, maybe they were right.

Maybe he WOULD be better off somewhere else.