Aww Pickles, My Neighbor is A Hottie

***Gerard's POV***

I watched Bryan scramble back to his little part of the rug. There were squares and each kid was sitting in a square. Most of the fathers were sitting behind their kids. I suddenly felt a wave of nervousness. All these parents looked smart and experienced with kids, but I wasn't that experienced. The most experience I had with changing a kid's diaper was changing Mikey's maybe once when he was a baby. I decided to start talking to get this over with.

"Hey everyone! Does anyone play an instrument or sing here?" I asked trying to sound excited. Some kids raised their hands in the air. I smiled at them and motioned for them to put them down.

"Well kids, I play instruments for a living. I sing for a living actually. I am the lead singer of My Chemical Romance," I started, but a kid cut me off.

"Chemicals can't be romantic! They kill you!" he screamed. I laughed at his comment and so did some of the other parents. Oh silly little children.

"Well chemicals can't actually be romantic, but it's my band name. It was kind of a on the spot thing. It just popped in my head. Anyways, as I was saying I sing for a living. I go to different states and perform on stage. Doesn't that sound cool?" I grinned as all the kids nodded excitingly. The parents looked bored though. Crazily bored. Whatever. I decided to involve the kids a tad bit more. I went to grab my briefcase and opened it. There was a post it note on it.

-I love you daddy-
-Bryan-

I felt my heart warm up. I couldn't stop smiling now. I looked up to see Bryan blushing probably realizing I read the note. Okay, back to business. I grabbed a piece of empty music paper. It wasn't empty though. It had lyrics on it. I decided to do something else and sing this song with the kids.

"Alright kids! We are going to sing! Do we have a piano here?" I asked the teacher. She nodded and pointed at the dusty piano. I slid over and tuned it to the best I could. It was a very VERY old piano.

"Okay guys so we are going to sing these words,

When I was a young boy

My father took my into the city

To see a marching band," I sung. They all nodded showing they understood. I counted them down and they all sung in a 8-year-old unison. Also known as, some kids were fast and some were slow.

"Good, now let's continue."

***Time warp until they finish first chorus***

"Alright kids! You guys are great! Keep up the good work and you can be a singer like me some day," I got off the piano and grabbed my music. I sat behind Bryan as the other fathers talked. Boring people. They were all doctors and lawyers. All the kids looked half asleep.

***Time warp till they get home***

"WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY

MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY

TO SEE A MARCHING BAND!" Bryan screamed as we entered the house. I laughed as he got into the rest of the song. He wasn't half bad.

"Where did you guys go?" Karie rushed into the entrance of the house. She looked panicked. I slowly took out my phone to see six missed calls. Oops. I guess I forgot to tell her.

"Gerard was my dad for the day!" Bryan jumped up all excitedly. I laughed and nodded as Karie cooled down.

“Thanks for doing this Gee,” Karie kissed my cheek.

Notes

A/N- I didn't know how to end this...oops...hope you like it <3