Author's note: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic ever, so I'd really appreciate it if you guys are gentle on the comments. I can take criticism, but make it constructive! The first chapter is pretty short, more of an introduction, but as the story progresses, it'll get longer. Well then, please enjoy! :)
"Hey, Daddy, why don't we buy Mikey Jr. this?"
My ten-year-old daughter Bandit and I were out toy shopping for my brother's son's fourth birthday.
"No, hun, no guns please. There's enough crime in world as it is today."
"But Daddy, this is a toy gun! And look! It comes in different colors, too: yellow, red, green and blue!"
Those colors sounded familiar. I turned my head to where my daughter was standing with the toy guns and couldn't help to notice that those guns looked exactly like my band's model guns for the Na Na Na music video.
"Oh my God…" I whispered.
"What is it?" my daughter asked excitedly.
I kneeled down to take a better look at those toy guns. I held the yellow one in its case and stared deeply at it. I felt its handle, its bullet hole, everything! And it all felt exactly like my Party Poison gun. Then, this big wave of nostalgia washed over me. Ever since our 2010 album Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, my band and I have not made an album since. Heck, we haven't even spoken together as a band since our Honda Civic tour in the summer of 2011. I was beginning to wonder where all those years of struggle, as well as accomplishment went and if they would ever come back. I was also beginning to wonder what had pulled us away from each other…
"Dad?... DADDY!" my daughter Bandit was tugging hard on my shirt at this point.
"Huh?" I snapped out of my trance.
"Are we going to give this to Mikey Jr.?" she asked.
"Umm… sure. You know what? We'll buy all four of the colors." I grabbed all four different-colored toy guns, dumped them into the shopping carriage, and headed for the cash with my daughter holding onto my left hand.