Disclaimer: This is fictional and none is real.
Gerard POV
2011/Present Day
I was woken up by Bandit, my daughter for those who never knew, at least 5,000 times in the middle of the night. We don't know why, but she probably wanted me to be there.
"Why don't you just sleep in there with her" Lyn-z suggested.
"Ehh...why not!" I gathered some blankets on the floor and went into the nursery. Bandit was looking at me through the crib walls. "You're getting what you wanted-me!" She seemed to calm down, but she wouldn't face me during the night. Probably because my hair was so red (or bright!).
The next morning at breakfast, I had toast...I like toast. Mikey had eggs, Frank had pancakes (Pancakes! Pancakes! Sure do love them pancakes! Frank:...Who's been letting him watch "True Jackson: VP" again?), and Ray had assorted fruit. I went to the cabinet to get some baby mush for Bandit. She may be two, but I still want to give her baby mush. I ate it once, it was pretty good!
After feeding Bandit and cleaning up, I went to the park area with Lyn-z and Ray.
"Remember that time I began to hate swans" Ray asked.
"When was that" I asked.
"Umm hello? High school? Field Trip? Swan bit at my 'you know what'?"
"...Oh backpack?"
"Yeah, I just couldn't remeber the name." Awkwardly enough, a swan ran by. "AHHHHHHH!" Ray ran away up an apple tree as fast as he could. He was acting like the swan had a gun! He just kept looking up and down.
"So how's the album doing" Lyn-z asked me.
"You mean, popularity?"
"Yeah."
"It's goin' GOOOOOOOOD." Lyn-z looked at me like I was a talking seagull!
"Weird, but why killjoys?"
"Remember that dream I had in the past? (Chapter 8)."
"Yeah?"
"That had the killjoys."
"But you told me that you would never do anything as stupid as that?"
"Lyn-z, we've been married for about four years now," I began," does it look like I'm the brightest crayon in the box? The stickiest sticker on the sheet? The coldest ice cube in the tray?"
"I get it!"
Later on when we were asleep...
"The softest fabric in the store? The cleanest floor in the home? The sqeakiest hinge on the door? The mintiest toothpaste in the tube? The tightest pants in Mikey's closet? The greenest leaf on the tree? The brightest number on the digital clock?"
"Gerard...," Lyn-z muttered," I GET IT!"
"Alright, be that way!" Bandit began to cry from the other room.
"I'll get the blankets" I said getting up.
A/N SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT! I just wanted to make a chapter showing what happened a few years after Chapter 8, four to be exact. Please review and tell me what you think! My finals just ended, so I'll try to update more over the summer after I go to the My Chemical Romance concert during the Honda Civic tour August 5th! (Sorry for showing off..) True Jackson VP belongs to it's creator, the killjoys to MCR, and the Pancake Song to the Talking Pony in True Jackson VP. Bye and review!