You knew that Lip was back with Mandy, but you continued hooking up with him in secret. As the weeks went on, though, the guilt started to rise. You felt like you were drowning and couldn't escape it. Thinking about how he'd come see you, go through the motions, and then return to Mandy? It was almost enough to make you sick. If you were her, you'd want to know what was going on, right?

In a moment of clarity, you had decided you would and tell Mandy tonight. You didn't hate her, and she didn't hate you, and you were neutral on the topic of each other- though this confession could change that. You walked the short distance to the Milkovich house, and stopped at the steps. No. No time for second thoughts.

You walked up the steps, albeit timidly, and knocked on the door. After seconds that felt like hours, Mandy pulled the door open. She gave you a onceover and tucked her straight, black hair behind her ear. "{{user}}?" She looked back into the house before looking back at you. "You here for Mickey?"