Author's note: Hey all! Well chapter 3 is up and done. Took me a little longer to write this one. I'm trying to upload a new chapter every day, if I got the time.
A big "thank-you" goes to XxMyHedleyRomancexX for her wonderful comment. I really appreciate it!
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Ding dong! The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" I said, while heating up the stove. I was helping my wife cook pasta sauce for the guests tonight. Not that I was much of a help in the kitchen anyway.
I ran to the door, but before opening it, I peeked through the peephole, just to know who to expect. Wow, it was a miracle Frank and his family were first to arrive.
I opened the door.
"Hey, guys!" I greeted.
All I could here was a snort. Frank's famous snort.
"What?" I asked.
"Gerard, nice apron!" Frank snorted, while tackling me into a hug.
Aw, shucks. I forgot to remove my freakishly-looking cooking apron. Ah well, something to laugh about.
"Aw, Frank! Long time no see! Jamia! How are you?" I greeted Frank's wife. "Wow, Lily and Cherry, you girls have grown so much! How old are you now... sixteen?" I joked.
"If you tell them that they'll start asking me if they can put makeup on." Jamia exclaimed.
"We're only nine teehee." Lily squeaked.
"Alright, we'll go say hi to Lindsey and Bandit now." Jamia said, pushing Lily and Cherry along to the kitchen.
It was only me and Frank alone in the main hall.
"So, Frank! My God, you haven't aged one bit!" I said, putting my hands to my hips.
"Yeah, that's what you think. I feel like shit on the inside."
"Hey, man, you look fine. Don't beat yourself up." I assured him. You know, maybe, just maybe our band break-up wasn't the brightest idea ever.
"Thanks, man," Frank said with a shy smile on his face, "and thanks for inviting us over. It's been so long. This visit will really do me some good."
"It's a pleasure, Frankie." I told him. I couldn't wait until a showed him the real reason why I invited him over.
The doorbell rung again. This time it was Mikey with his wife Alicia and son Mikey Jr., and Ray with his wife Christa and son Bauer. We all greeted each other with open arms, so glad to see each other's faces again.
The dinner table was quite a mess considering how many we were and how annoying the children were acting.
"Mommy, I want this."
"Daddy, I want that."
"Ewwy, I hate vegetables!"
"Where's dessert?"
"Cherry, that's enough! Damnit you're getting on my nerves!" Frank shouted. Frank has never shouted his entire life. I guess he was never really pissed off at anything his entire life. How can one little girl piss you off so much?
"Frank!" exclaimed Jamia, a little embarrassed.
"You know, pasta tastes better warm." piped my wife Lindsey. I shot her an irritated look.
"But Jamia, you gotta discipline those rascals." Ray informed, standing up for his bud.
"Lindsey, your pasta never even tasted so good anyway." I said, ignoring the others and still fixing an irritated look on her.
My wife just gasped, hurt.
"Ray, you have no right to tell them how to discipline their children!" said Christa.
"Well, I just wanna help Frank out a little..." Ray said disappointed, looking down at his food.
Frank's face brightened. "Aw, thanks Ray!"
"Oh, so you can stand up to your friend, but not your wife?" Alicia protested with a little attitude in her tone.
The room went silent after that.
"So... so you never really liked my pasta, Gerard?" my wife asked, sadly.
Jesus, since when does she even care what I think about her food? Not now, Lindsey, not now!
Ignoring my wife's question, I turned to look at Mikey, who has been an awful lot quiet during this very lively supper. His face looked like a lost puppy who's been abused by its owner. Aw, I know Mikey. He hates fights and managed to have our band free from fights back in the day when we were My Chemical Romance. How can we possible break his heart like this? Just a couple of hours of seeing each other and already a fight?
Parenthood has ruined us.
By this time, everyone was talking out of turn. Everyone was arguing about different things to each other, including the kids! From my wife's pasta, to disciplining children, to even arguing about who has the most butterfly stickers! I just stared at Mikey, and he just stared at me. We weren't quite sure if our next move was to start wailing or to start arguing ourselves, for no particular reason whatsoever! Everyone was doing it, why should we be the odd ones out?
And all hell broke loose.
"Okay, so what the FUCK man?" Frank yelled as I closed my bedroom door.
"Yeah! Since when did we become so bitchy?" Ray added.
We had just finished supper and somehow managed to escape the dinner table and go upstairs, into my bedroom.
"Dudes, we totally gotta find a way to chill and just get away from our normal lives." Mikey pitched in.
"If you wanna call it 'normal lives'..." Frank joked.
They all laughed.
I blinked hard about three times, impatiently waiting for them to stop talking so I can show them the toy guns replica of our Danger Days model laser guns!
I cleared my throat loudly. They finally turned to look at me.
"Oh yeah, Gerard, what is it you wanted to show us?" Mikey asked, winking, due to the fact that he already knew what I wanted to show them.
"Right. So you guys, yesterday, Bandit and I went to the toy store and I happened the stumble upon these." I took the bag and turned it upside, making the four toy guns flop onto my bed.
"No way!" Frank exclaimed, " Since when did we approve for this toy company to make replicas of our babies?"
I was so pleased that Frank recognized the toy guns. I was even more pleased that he called them 'our babies'.
"Exactly my point!" I expressed. "What gives them permission to do this?"
"Well," said Ray, picking up the blue gun, "it doesn't look exactly like our model guns. It's just the colors that are the same."
"But Ray, doesn't it feel like your good-old Jet-Star laser gun?" I asked.
Frank was just totally zoned out, experimenting his gun.
"You know what, guys? I think I got a brilliant idea." Mikey said.
We all turned our heads towards him at the same time. Since when did Mikey become to leader of the group?
"Well might as well spit it out now, Mikes!" Frank told him.
"Why don't we reform My Chemical Romance?"
There seemed to be a beam of light flashing towards my wonderful genius-of-a-brother Mikey.
"Yes!" I blurted out. "Yes, yes, yes and yes! We should and we will. C'mon, guys, who's with me?"
Frank and Ray just stared at each other.
"Do we still got the funk?" Frank asked.
"How about our family?" Ray added.
"Funk? Family? Well of course we still got the funk. Look at us! We look exactly the same, perhaps even act the same once we're on stage. And family? Tell me, Ray, did you see the shit that went around tonight at the dinner table?" I asked.
"Well..." Ray wondered.
"Well maybe it'll do us all some good if we took some time away from our family." I finished his sentence. "Now who's in?"
"I'm in!" Frank exclaimed, high-fiveing me and Mikey.
Ray, being the most rational guy out of us four took more time to answer.
"Alright, let's do it!" he finally said.
"YEAH!"
We group hugged and high-fived, jumping up and down like little girls.
"I'm sorry you guys, but you leave me no choice but to say this..." I began, "well are you ready, Ray?" I sang.
"Yeah, I am!" Ray answered.
"How 'bout you, Frank?" I continued.
"Oh, I'm there, baby!" he said.
"How about you, Mikey?" I chuckled.
"Fuckin' ready!" he exclaimed.
"Well I think I'm alright... ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!"