Only Hope For Me Is You

Okay so this is basically a series of random one shots that capture sweet moments in My Chemical Romance's lives. Its not real, just me and my mates imagination. There will be Frerard and lots of it. There also will be Ray/Mikey coz they are too cute to ignore. These one shots are not cannon, nor do they follow each other. It is slash. Hope thou like them!

The first one shot is a Rikey, hope you like it.

Lessons- (One Shot number one)

Ray's POV

I strolled into the living room to see Mikey sat on the couch, plucking some strings on his Bass. He looked cute just sitting there, in his little world. I slung my guitar over my shoulders as I approached the younger man.

"Hey, Mikes," I say softly. He raised his head slowly, smiling softly at me.

"Hi," his voice said quietly.

"Ready for your guitar lesson?" I asked hopefully.

So here's the deal, I learned that even though Mikey played the bass, he didn't know how to play a guitar. I thought that if you could play the guitar then you could play the bass and vice versa, he took offence to that and gave me his bass and told me to play it. I guess I sounded a tad cocky when I said I thought if you could play one, you could play the other. It turns out playing the bass is harder then it seems, so playing the guitar might be quite hard for Mikey. I apologised and offered to give him lessons, which he said he would love.

Today was the perfect place to start, since Gerard and Frank where out doing God knows what and God knows where. I don't think I want to know them details though, so lets not ponder on that.

"Sure," his voice sounded nervous, I smiled sympathetically to him.

"So, do you know anything about the guitar?" I asked, hoping to get some information out of the shy guy in front of me.

He shook his head. "Not much," he mumbled.

I shrugged and stood there. I had no idea what I was meant to do. I knew how to play the guitar, of course I did, teaching it however was a different matter.

I decided to sit next to him on the couch. He turned to me, flashing his oh-so-charming smile, or that's what Gerard would call it.

"Okay, erm, well, I don't know where to start," I say truthfully, a bit embarrassed.

He smiled at me once again. "Well, you could tell me the chords," he suggested. That sounded like a good place to start. So I nodded at him and he put down his bass.

"Okay, so these three strings are called the G chord. You only play four strings for that. Let me show you," I told him. I placed my fingers on the last three strings, and strummed the last four strings, creating the G chord. He smiled at me.

"Here, you try," I offer. He nods and I give him my guitar.

Mikey put his fingers on three strings. I wasn't really paying attention and when he tried to strum it sounded weird. I turned back to face him and he looked down shyly.

"Sorry," he mumbled. My eyes widened. He's saying sorry? What for? He played three strings wrong, no big deal. What's wrong with that. For some reason all my mind was telling me to do was comfort him.

"Hey, it's okay. It's only the G chord. I hardly use it anyway, it's Frank who rocks it out, wearing the tune out. You should hear him at practice, Mikes. All I hear is the damned G chord," I tried to humour him, and to my amusement, he snorted.

"Of course it would be Frank," he mumbled. I laughed at that.

"Anyway, you put your fingers on the last three strings," I told him. He looked lost almost instantly. I had to stop the urge to roll my eyes.

"Where on the three strings?" he asked, looking puzzled. He eyes the guitar. I tilted my head.

Then I realised that you could put your fingers any where on the strings. I hadn't explained it fully because it comes naturally to me, me being able to play the intrument since I was eight.

"Oh, I get you now. Errm, well, on these bits," I was confused myself. Where did you put your fingers on the three strings? I gestured to the three strings he could already see, not really giving him extra information.

"Show me," he says quietly, as if it was a sin to ask that. I had no idea of how to show him.

I somehow ended up with my arm around his shoulders, my hands over his. I grabbed his right hand, and showed him where to put his left hand. I hovered over him slightly, as he leans into me. To anyone else I guess you could say it was an awkward moment, but to me it wasn't.

I loved Mikey's scent, as well as the fact that he was snuggled into me.

I placed my right hand over his right hand and strummed the four strings, whilst placing his left hand on the three strings. It seemed comfortable to Mikey, which I took as a good sign that I wasn't freaking him out.

"There you go," I whisper as he strums it on his own, although my arm stayed around his shoulders. Mikey was still leaning against me, which I didn't mind one bit.

We turned to face each other. "Thanks," he says, smiling so softly.

"We then lean in automatically, as if it was meant to be. Our lips touched for one second before we jumped apart as the front door slammed open.

"Flipping adverts!" Gerard yelled. He stomped into the room to see two shocked teenagers.

"What the fuck, Gee?" I say, catching my breath.

I see Frank coming into the room too. But Frank wasn't pissed off like Gerard, oh no, Frank was laughing.

"That was hilarious! Oh you guys, you missed it!" Frank hollered.

Gerard shot him a death glare.

I turn sheepishly to Mikey.

"I'll show you another time," i manage to choke out.

He immediately lights up again and nods.

"I'd like that."