Author's note: Hello, fabulous Killjoys! Chapter 4 up! :D Well, here goes my acknowledgements:

A big thank you once again to XxMyHedleyRomancexX, JennyKitty198, Controversial Mayhem & xLaurelCullenxx for their lovely & encouraging comments. I really appreciate it. :)

Before I let you continue reading the story, I would just like to let you all know that even though this story seems to be attacking Gerard, Frank, Mikey & Ray's family, my intentions are most definitely not to. I love these four guys dearly, and I bet they are living one heck of a lovely life with their families, and I am very happy for them and wish them nothing but the best. I just thought this storyline about the struggle to keep up with parenthood as well as your youth would be very interesting to express.

Thanks for listening! Please enjoy & review! :)

Well, the day was finally here! The day My Chemical Romance reunited and went back on tour to bring our fabulous music back to life. This tour wasn't going to be very big… we just got a couple of gigs around the U.S. at small venues. But hey, it's a start to our resurrection!

I was alone in my room packing my bags for our two-week leave, singing some old My Chemical Romance tunes to myself to get into that young, care-free mood again.

"And you ooonly live forever in the lights you make… when weee were youuung we used to say… that you only—"

"Daddy? Where are you going?" my daughter Bandit popped up right beside me, almost giving me a heart attack.

"Bandit, don't scare me like that! You know it's not nice to barge in someone's room without knocking first." I stalled. I have not yet told my daughter and wife what was going to happen today, as well as for the next two weeks. I was afraid that they, especially my wife, would give me shit and force me to change my mind. So I guess today's the day the find out. Oh joy.

"Sorry, Daddy. I should've known. You told me this already when I was six years old and walked into the room while you and Mommy were having—"

"Woah, woah, woah!" I cut her off. Man does she have a memory of an elephant! I tried to erase that thought from my head.

I sighed. "Listen, hunny, can you tell mommy to get in here, please?"

"Okay." she simply said. "Then will you tell me where you're going?"

I sighed again. "Sure."

Bandit skipped out of the room and out of sight. I was beginning to formulate phrases in my head, choosing the correct words, explaining that I'm getting back together with my band and that I'm going to be away touring for the next two weeks. But how can I tell that to Lindsey and Bandit without it sounding too shocking like I'm abandoning them?

Lindsey entered the room.

"What is it, Arthur?" she asked sternly.

Crap. Lindsey only called me by my middle name when she was pissed at me. I guess she was still pissed from the other night when he had the whole gang over for supper. This will not go smoothly.

"Well, hunny, sugarplum, baby, love of my life, sweeth—" Woah. What was I doing? Calling my wife every name young couples use when they're just married? How cheesy!

Lindsey just stood there, arms crossed, looking at me very weirdly and confused.

"Gosh, Lindsey, I'm gonna be away for the next two weeks on a tour with my band My Chemical Romance. We just got back together and we've decided it's time to just separate from our real lives and back to our crazy-fun musical lives." I blurted out.

My wife stared at me, her eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Then I heard a sniffle followed by a sob, coming from Bandit. Why on earth was she crying?

"Aw, Bandit, sweety," my wife comforted her, "there's no reason to be sad. Go in your room, we'll talk later, okay?" Lindsey finished, escorting Bandit to her room. She came back, but this time, she slammed the door shut.

"Are you okay?" she cried.

"No! I'm not okay!" I replied.

"Have you lost it?" she questioned.

"Have you?" I spat back.

"You know what, Gerard? I think something has gotten into you. You've seemed to lose interest in a lot of things, one of them being your family. Like, I don't know what happened the other night at the dinner table, but it sure wasn't like you and the rest of the gang. You think you can just run off like this without thinking about how we feel? Did you see your daughter cry?"

"Lindsey, I need this!" I managed to say.

"And you don't think I need this, too? You don't stop and think that I feel the same way, too, and that sometimes I really wanna get back together with my band and just make things go back to how they were in the past? Well they can't because we've both agreed on starting a family and giving a lot of attention and love to our family even if that means that we gotta quit our band!"

Damn, she sounded so right.

I heard a car pull up on my drive way, followed by two honks. I looked outside the window. That was my ride. I backed up slowly, reaching for my jacket and bags.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, "just please, let me do this."

I looked straight into her eyes the whole time I said this with a look of certainty. I walked towards her, very slowly and steadily, still looking straight into her eyes. By this time, I was right in front of her, staring at her beautiful, dark eyes filled with pain. Then I did something that I haven't done in quite a bit of time: I kissed her. On the lips. It was a very gently and sweet kiss, as if I was reassuring her that everything would be alright… hopefully.

Before saying another word, I walked out our bedroom door, out of the house, and into the van where my band was, feeling like shit from head to toe.