Mandy showed up at his door; she was crying.

"Fuck. What's wrong? Who do I gotta kill?" Mick always protected his baby sister, no matter what.

"It's nothing bad, well maybe it is. I don't know. Mick what am I gonna do?" She wasn't really making any sense.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What are you gonna do about what?" Mickey really wanted to know what was going on. Mandy flopped down onto his couch.

"I'm fucking pregnant." Mickey laughed out loud at her.

"It's not fucking funny Mick. I don't know what to do." She was starting to cry harder.

"You keep it or get rid of it. How's the daddy?" Mickey really thought it was funny that she was freaking out so bad. It wasn't really that serious, unless it was like last time, but that's not possible; Terry was still locked up.

"It's-it's Lip's kid." He expected that.

"What you don't think he's gonna take care of it? Or what?" Mandy didn't speak just silently cried.

"I'm really not seeing what the problem is, you wanna tell me?" Mick didn't understand at all.

"He's not gonna want it; he probably won't even believe it's his, especially not after what that fucking cunt Karen did to him." That made a little bit of sense in Mickey's mind.

"Just because that stupid cunt fucked him over doesn't mean he won't believe you. I know you Mandy, if you really care about Lip, you aren't fucking around on him; it's his kid. Right?" Mickey knew his sister, he knew what Mandy was like. He knew that if she truely cared about Lip, she was only fucking him.

"I swear it's his kid. I haven't fucked anyone other than him in months." Mick just nodded.

Mick and Mandy had an odd relationship. They talked about shit that most brothers and sisters would even think about when they were in the same room. Mandy told Mickey all about who she fucked, she told him all kinds of crazy shit. Shit that he really didn't want to know, but he listened anyway, because she was his baby sister; he loved her. Mickey never said much to Mandy, he didn't tell her about who he fucked or anything like that. She didn't mind him not talking, it just gave her more time to talk. Mandy liked talking, she always had; she reminded him of Ian, that kid never shut up either.

"You want me to talk to him?" Mickey regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He didn't want to fucking talk to Gallagher. But if Mandy wanted him to he would.

"Why? So you can scare him off. Are you fucking crazy?" Mickey snorted, he kind of expected Mandy to react like that.

"On the other hand it would probably be a good idea if you talked to him first." Mick nodded, he expected that as well.

"I'll go find him later and talk to him." Mandy smiled.

"Can I stay here until after you talk to him? I don't want to go home and I can't go to the Gallagher's not until after he knows." Mickey just nodded.

He grabbed the xbox controller off the coffee table and turned on the game. After killing some shit he paused and threw the controller at Mandy. He stood and grabbed his cigarettes off the table. He lit one.

"You know where he's at?" Mandy didn't speak at first, she was busy killing shit.

"He's probably on the ice-cream truck with Kev. Not sure where it's at though. Probably near the fucking park though." Mick blew smoke out of his nose and nodded.

"Don't let fucking anyone in here." He didn't wait for her to respond he just shut the door and headed out to find the ice-cream truck.

He found it pretty quickly.

"What do you want Mick? Didn't think you'd need to come to us for cheap booze and joints.."

"That's not what I'm here for. I need to talk to you-about Mandy." Lip hopped out of the truck.

"What about her?" Lip was fucking clueless.

"She's pregnant." Mickey got right to the point, he didn't want to make the conversation any longer than it had to be.

"With my kid? Why are you telling me and she isn't? Mickey rolled his eyes.

"Yea it's your kid. She's not here telling you 'cuz she thinks that you're gonna be a fucking dick to her and deny the kid." Lip's eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly.

"Why would she-fuck-Karen." Lip was talking to himself, Mickey knew that.

"She think's you're going to compare her to Karen. And if you even try that shit, I'll kick your fucking ass."

"I wouldn't do that to Mandy. She's not Karen. I love her." Mickey wanted to believe Lip and deep down he really did.

"Tell her that, fucking not me." Mickey walked away; he knew Lip was following him. He just went straight back to his apartment. Lip followed him in. Mandy was still sitting on the couch, still playing the game.

"So what'd-" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Lip behind Mickey.

Mickey really didn't want to listen to them talking; he went straight into his bedroom. He flopped onto the bed, lit another cigarette turned some fucking music on.

(Since Mickey can't hear what Lip and Mandy are saying I will be switching to Mandy now. I'll go back to Mickey before the end, don't worry.)

She couldn't fucking believe Mickey let Lip follow him.

"So did he tell you?" Lip nodded and sat down next to her.

"Do you want to keep it?" Part of her did want to keep the baby, she didn't want to give it away, but she didn't know if she wanted to actually have it either.

"Yea, I think I do." Lip smiled and nodded.

"We can do this together. I'll get another job and we can live together and be a family." Mandy nearly laughed at him, was he really that stupid? Did he really think it could work? Them being a family. Mandy wanted that but her and Lip being a family couldn't work, wouldn't work.

Mandy shook her head.

"No, that won't work. We're fucked for life. Born on the wrong side of Chicago, to the shittiest families in the entire town. Being successful isn't possible. Not for us."

"We can fucking try Mandy." Mandy just shook her head again.

"Fuck. Mandy, we can make it work-I love you." Did he really mean it or was it all a lie? No one had ever loved her. No one ever loved her, except Mickey.

"Yea fucking right Lip, whatever you say."

"I mean it Mandy. I really do. I love you. If I didn't, do you really think Mick would have let me come here? If he didn't fucking believe me he would've punched me. Do you see any fucking bruises?" Mandy shook her head again.

"You really want to try this? Try us? For real." Lip kissed her. She could almost taste the love in his kiss.

She knew he meant it.

(Okay now back to Mickey.)

It had been almost a fucking hour; he had to piss. He didn't give a fuck if they were done talking or not. He shut the music off and headed for the door.

The first thing he saw when he opened the door was Lip's ass.

"WHAT THE FUCK MANDy? ON MY FUCKING COUCH?"

"SHIT!" Mickey's not sure which one of them said it; he thought it was Lip but it might have been Mandy.

"I'm not gonna fucking say sorry. You fucked my boyfriend." That was definitely Mandy. Why the fuck she had to pull the you fucked my boyfriend card, Mickey'll never know.

"What the fuck ever. You both better have fucking clothes on by the time I'm done pissing." He slammed the bathroom door behind him.

Sd he pissed thoughts swirled in his brain. Fucking stupid assholes. Why the fuck did they have to fuck on his couch? Why the fuck did they have to remind him that he wasn't fucking anyone. He didn't want to fuck just anyone, he wanted to fuck Ian. He wanted to fuck his red-head. He neededto fuck Ian. He was craving that red hair, boney hips, freckled flesh. In the midst of his thoughts, he subconciously slammed his fist through the wall.

"Fuck!" It hurt like a bitch.

He washed his hands; flecks of paint, plaster and blood swirled down the drain.

"What the fuck did you do in there Mick?" Mandy must have heard his fist go through the wall; or maybe she could just see the smear of blood across his knuckles.

"Looks like he decided to put his fist through the wall." Lip laughed as he spoke.

"Shut the fuck up." Mickey really wasn't in the mood for this shit.

"Why the fuck are you still in my apartment anyway? Don't you think you should have left after I caught you fucking on my couch?"

"Fuck, don't be a dick. Just 'cuz you aren't getting any." Mandy was just teasing him, but it was really pissing him off.

"Get the fuck out." Neither moved.

"Now." Mickey lit a cigarette; it was his last one. He really needed to stop smoking so much.

They still didn't move.

"Aw, poor Mick. He needs to get fucked." Mickey practically growled at his sister.

"OUT MANDY, NOW!" He was yelling, at his baby sister, he never yelled at her.

"Ooh, moody aren't ya?" He knew Mandy was just fucking around, he knew she was. She always did shit like that, but it was really pissing him off this time.

Mickey's cigarette was almost gone, he put it out in the ashtray and walked out the front door, which he left open. As he walked out he yelled back at them.

"You both better be gone when I get back."

He was going to get more cigarettes and some beer and maybe some vodka.

When he got back to the apartment a half hour later the door was shut and they were gone. Mickey was relieved. He had bought a carton of cigarettes, a bottle of cheap vodka and a twenty-four pack of beer.

It'd all be gone by morning.

Note To Readers-There is it, chapter six. Let me know what you thought.-Alayna