Recently, after the day the boys performed for me and Tony had suggested he taught me how to play the guitar, Tony had been teaching me how to play the guitar, so I was at the boys' house more frequently. Usually the boys weren't there, it was just.. Me and Tony, which was really nice. Some times the boys would be there, and when Mike was there Tony wouldn't really pay attention to thinks much, he would direct his attention to Mike more than anything to get him to 'piss the fuck off' and 'shut the fuck up you childish asshole', basically.

I learnt a bit more about Tony and the band as he taught me how to play; you didn't think we just dived straight into the guitar lessons, did you? Tony spent of the time talking to me about things, asking me how I was, if everything was okay, if I needed anything. I'd ask him the same in return but he would give small and simple replies, he just stared deep into my eyes with that huge smile of his. He had a beautiful smile, I nor anybody could deny that.

"So just— Uh— no hold it here— put, put your right here—no—Yeah! Perfect, now put your index finger on this string—" Tony laughed and mumbled something under his breath before putting his guitar aside. He pulled himself behind me, legs on either sid eof me and now I could feel that familiar tension creeping into my cheeks. He figited a bit to which I got up to but he pulled me back down on his left leg. Paranoia shot up my back like a natural instict, I felt it resting on my shoulder. This wasn't the best position for either of us, I could probably crush him.

"Now," I turned to face him gently and he smiled at me placing his hands over mine to adjust them on the guitar. He got me to play a tune consisting of low keys, it was like a lullaby, excluding vocals. It took me the eigth time to get it right, by this time Tony was just laughing at my attempts to play properly.

We ended up laughing at each other, more at myself but still. I placed the guitar on the floor gently, still erupting with laughter, I fell back into Tony's chest to which he pulled us both down onto the sofa. We lay laughing and laughing, his hat had fallen off his head and I could feel his laughs vibrating on my shoulder.

Eventually we both calmed down, I could feel Tony's breath caressing my exposed skin gently on my neck. It stopped for a second and then I felt his lips gently connect with that skin. My breath caught tightly in my throat, almost causing me to choke as he pressed his lips ever so gently, I could hardly feel his lips that much but I knew they were there and then I felt his breath again.

I felt the weight lift off the sofa and turned around slowly, careful not to topple myself off the sofa. I look up at Tony and he smiled down at me, but not that big toothy smile, it was soft and.. sad. He looked as if he was going to say something and actually, he did; "My dad taught me how to play that.. He would play it a lot for me when I was little. I still remember it because it's somethng I cherish, now that he's gone."

Those last words hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the face too. I felt one drop in the pit of my stomach as I pushed myself up quickly, I didn't want to know anything personal about Tony.. not too personal like this any way, but I couldn't help myself. I knew what he meant by those words, but I wanted to be sure.. "What do you mean he's gone.. Tony?" I slid my hand over his and gripped it tightly just to watch him bring it up to his face and wet it with his tears. "Tony.." My voice trailed off as he sniffled.

"I mean he's dead, Sky.. He's.." I pulled my hand away gently and reached around him with boths arms to pull him down slowly into my lap where I rubbed his back gently as he silently sobbed. Bless Tony, I have never ever seen any body break down in front of me, and though Tony isn't close to me, I know I just met him but I'm starting to think he's means something to me. I mean sure I have compassion and I'd feel sad if I didn't think he meant much to me but I woudn't feel it so deep and and harshly like I do right now. I know how it feels to lose someone that meant a lot to you.

"Tony.. ssh.. Tony look.." I slid my hand up and down his smooth arms, his arms that were bent as his hands were pressed harshly to his face. He yanked himself up and wiped away his tears quite viciously.

"I'm being pathetic.. this happened when I was like what.. Seven!" I shook myhead and stood up from the sofa to stand in front of Tony.

"No, it's not pathetic Tony. You lost your dad, bless you, and that's not nice. You're not pathetic, you miss him, you loved him— you love him still. You're not being pathetic Tony." Seeing Tony still mourning over his fatehr made me fell as if I was heartless. Heartless because I hardly mourn over my grandfathers death as much as everybody else. I chose to keep my grandfathers death a secret from anyone who wasn't family, but I wanted to make Tony feel better..

"Tony listen," I reahced for his arms to wrap around me and I put me hands on his shoulders, gently raising them to rest of his soft cheeks and use my thumbs to wipe away his tears. His eyes were red and they looked very sore. It hurt my heart so much, "Tony.. I lost my granddad when I was like... Um, I think I was nine. And I do miss him, a lot, he was my dads dad and I only saw him a couple times each year because he lived abroad. But now he's gone.. I know how you feel.. Or maybe I don't because this is your dad we're talking about.. But I can relate Tony.." I caressed his cheek gently with my thumb before sliding both hands back down and around his neck to pull him closer to me.

I felt his nails dig into my back and more tears dampen my shirt. His breath wacking my abdomen, creating a swarm of something right in the pit of my stomach. I rubbed his back to try and reassure him and thankfully it did work. "Maybe that's enough for today Tone.. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?"

He looked up at me, his round eyes full of that same peculilar light, "Yeah, of course. I like it when you call me that. It reminds me of an old girlfriend actually.." His eyes squinted slightly, "You remind me of her alot, except she had brown eyes and brown hair.. Her name was Jade. She was the only other person who knew about my dad, and then you came along Sky.." I smiled at his little anecdote, that was sweet of him, though I bet that this Jade girl was far more prettier than I was. She must have been good to him, he must have been good to her.

"What happened to her?" I asked softly, naive to the unpredictble answer.

"She comitted." His cracked and my whole body deadpanned. The rushing blood in my veins stopped circulating, my heart stopped beating for a few seconds and my breath caught, my eyes stuck on this tiny speck on the creme coloured wall behind the sofa. She was dead.. He was comparing me to a dead girl? His dead girlfriend. But why would she committ?

"W-Why, Tony?" My single worded question was barely audiable.

"She didn't want to live.. she hated everything.. herself.. everything." His voice was just as inaudiable as mine, "We were only 19.. and she left like that.." I felt him yank me closer to him as he broke down once more. I bowed my head and kept my lips on the top of Tony's, I kissed it gently repeatedly until I heard him croak out,

"Please don't leave me."

"I won't."

"Promise me,"

"I promise you."

And I knew this promise must be kept and it will be kept, forever and always.

Notes

These last two chapters have mostly been based around Tony and Sky but I'm going to make it around Mike and Sky more as much as Jaime and Vic too.

There also might be a new story coming up ;)

ALSO
I'm not stealing mikeysexyhands story because I am mikeysexyhands I just couldn't log into the account so I had to make a new one and sign in with google instead, so sorry guys :(