A/N: It's been a year since my grandma passed away so I'm violently sobbing as I write this. But I really want to dedicate this chapter to her. I love you, Grandma.

"I'm paying the bill," Marky demanded at the end of our breakfast.

"No," I argued, "but if it makes you feel better we can split it."

"You don't even carry cash," he groaned, "What do you have on you, five bucks and a credit card?"

"Ha ha ha," I laughed dryly, without a hint of humor, "Just give me your half and I'll put down my credit card."

"Okay, I hate to bring out the big guns, but you do realize I make millions of dollars and you make in the low thousands?" he leveled with me.

"That's the best, most annoying arguement you've ever had." I leaned back on my side of the booth with a huff. I didn't believe that Marky cared if I was acting like a baby. I think he found it endearing actually.

I watched him pay for the check before we got up to leave. During the hour and a half long breakfast I'd been debating whether or not I should've told him about Mickey last night, but decided against it. Despite Marky's now obvious disinterest in me romantically I knew he wouldn't take that news lightly.

Besides just thinking about how Marky turned me down made me embarrassed and vegenful. Plus despite Marky's distain for Mickey, he made it very clear that nothing would happen. And since we weren't romantically involved, did it matter what Marky thought about my hook ups? I knew the answer was yes, but denying it gave me a pleasurable, faux sense of no guilt. Logic told me that he had no right to complain or dislike who I dated or slept with, especially after last night, but all of my heart wanted him to approve. Not that he'd ever cared for my approval on his very few girlfriends.

Marky wasn't one to randomly hook up and besides he fling in California this summer he'd been a serial monogamist his whole life. Even though he just stuck to one partner he didn't pick a girlfriend very often.

He drove down the block to my house and pulled to a stop. I looked out the window in horror at the sight of Mickey relaxing on my stoop. Shit, he'd waken up and with his big mouth he'd probably tell Marky.

I raced out of the car and unfortunately Marky followed quickly behind me. I really didn't want him to see this.

Mickey looked down, away from the sun, and stood up to me. He scowled and yelled, "Where's my car?"

"Lower your voice," I hissed quietly at him with my eyes narrowed.

"What the hell, Sierra? I woke up this morning with my fucking car missing. You couldn't even leave me a damn note? What, did you have to race home so Marky wouldn't-."

"Hey! It's in the garage. Take it and get lost," I commanded much to his displeasure and Marky's excitement.

"Marky wouldn't what?" I heard Marky say from behind me.

"Mickey, can I talk to you inside?" I asked even though I was already pushing him up my porch and through the door. Marky went to follow, but I couldn't let him. "Just give us a sec, then I'll call you in." I faked a smile.

Once the door was closed and we were farther enough into my house that Marky wouldn't hear I yelled, "What's wrong with you? You can't tell Marky about last night!"

"What? It's not like you two are actually dating. It's fa-ke," he enphasized the word.

"Just drop it. It's not like we haven't slept together before. He doesn't need to know again."

He rolled his eyes and mocked my relationship with Marky. "I thought you guys were bffs and told each other everything."

"Screw you. I can't believe I could've possibly once had a crush on you- or slept with you to begin with. Why don't you go home, clean up your damn room so you can walk through it without stepping on a bra, and then go get tested for STDs because you probably have one," I spat.

"Hey, babe. You slept with me. If I've got one, you've got one. Maybe that can be our first date since you have such a crush on me. Let's haul ass to the free clinc!" he screamed.

"You're such a jerk!" I shreiked. "How about you just leave. Don't talk to Marky, if you mess with his head about this, I'll kill you. That's a promise."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" I screamed back and followed him out the door to where Marky stood waiting for me.

"Hey, dude," Mickey slapped Marky on the shoulder. "I fucked your girlfriend last night," he said casually before walking into my garage to get his car.

"Go to hell," I yelled with my hands around my mouth forming a cone to make it louder once he pulled out into my driveway.

He stopped the car only long enough to call back at me, "Right back at you."

Marky stared up at me stunned with this knew information. He surprisingly didn't look all that mad or upset. Maybe his grudge against Mickey had always been in my head and I just wanted him to hate Mickey so I could delude myself into thinking Marky loved me.

"So... Mickey?" he raised an eyebrow. His face was unreadable. There was a hint of a smile playing on his lips that didn't seem real in the least bit, but I'd been reading Marky so wrong as of lately and didn't know where he stood on the issue considering.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," I paused before gesturing towards the door. "We should go inside."

"Okay." He nodded and followed behind me in my living room. We sat awkwardly on the couch for a moment before he broke the silence by speaking. "So, how was it?"

My eyes widened and he winced and looked the other way. I didn't think he meant to say that, but I was hit by a case of word vomit and started rambling, "It was okay... I guess. Very different from last time- I was more experienced, of course. It wasn't mind blowing or anything. He did this thing-."

"Sierra!" he yelled to shut me up.

"Yeah..." I trailed off as my idea of a response. This morning I'd thought things between Marky and I couldn't get any worse. I was wrong.

"Are you and Mickey like a thing now?" He finally turned to face me and I saw him nawing on his lower lip.

"No!" I exclaimed. "Besides I'm still dating you, ha ha." We both cringed at my awkward joke and looked away from each other.

I sighed. I obviously couldn't tell Marky that I slept with Mickey to get back at him. So I decided to lie. "It just makes sense that Mickey and I sleep together, ya know? People don't generally like me or Mickey."

He turned back to me. "I like you."

I scoffed, "It's not like you want to date me."

"Who said I didn't want to date you?"

I growled. What gave him the balls to say that to me after last night? "I think you made it very clear that you wouldn't want to date me last night when I was practically throwing myself at you and you turned me down."

"I didn't want to-."

"Fuck me, I get it," I finished for him while crossing my arms.

"See! Why do you always do that?" He groaned, clearly more annoyed and angry than I'd ever seen him. So angry he felt the need to get up and pace in from of my couch, "Why do you act like the only thing you're good for is sex? Sierra, I don't know how to get this through you thick fucking skull-."

"Hey!" I interjected, but he ignored me.

"But you're my best friend and no matter how attracted we could ever possible be to each other I will never treated you like a causal fuck! Like how every other god damned guy you've ever been with has treated you."

I didn't know what to do. I felt tears swell in the corners off my eyes, but I didn't know whether it was from happiness or not. I didn't know if I should've been upset that he basically called me a slut or touched that he would treat me well no matter what. He was right after all, most of the guys I dated were in it for the sex.

I bit my lower lip and looked up at him through silent tears. "Best friends don't kiss me like you did." I tucked my knees up into my chest and drew in a deep breath.

His head whipped around to turn his head to me. "What?" He spat confused.

"You- we kissed. It was fake and... I guess it didn't really matter considering you forgot about it." I sighed.

"No, I remember, it's just," he paused to take a deep breath.

"I get it, it didn't matter to you." I stood up to leave- forgetting that this was, in fact, my own house, but he grabbed my upper arm and just harshly enough that it wouldn't hurt pulled me back in front of him.

"Damn, Sierra. Would you let me finish a sentence?" he asked with his brow furrowed.

I sighed and relaxed my arms, a clear sign to him that he could let go, but he kept his arm in place. "What?"

"Look, Sierra. I'm obviously very attracted to you, any straight guy in his right mind would be attracted to you, but you're my best friend."

"I ge-." I started and he dropped my arms aggressively.

"I swear," he growled, "If you say I get it I'm going to throw you out the window."

"We're on the ground floor," I mumbled and then started to talk at a normal register again, "What are you saying then."

"The only way I'd ever sleep with you is if I knew we were in it for the long haul and you don't have the best track record," he told me plainly with a causal shrug.

My jaw dropped for only a moment until I could compose myself. "I totally be in a long term relationship."

"Okay, sure. It's not like you have any proof though."

I bit the inside of my cheek before letting go. I'd figure now would be as good a time as any to break up. "Well then, Marky. You better tell the paparrazzi we're breaking up because to have a long term relationship I have to be single first."

He laughed, "You're going to be in a long term relationship just to prove me wrong? That's not any help to your case."

I scoffed jokingly, "Please, I don't need a case. I'm not jumping into a relationship just so you can  become Prince Charming and decide you can be with me. I'm doing this because I want to. Besides you're right. We shouldn't risk years of friendship just to see each other naked."

He narrowed his eyes, "So you're going to go out and find a guy to string along because you want to see if you can actually be in a long term relationship."

"Only if I like the guy."

He flopped back down on the couch and grabbed my remote to turn the TV on. I took the hint that our discussion was over and crawled into his side to watch with him. His arm lay gently behind me, resting on the couch.

"Good show," I nodded at the TV. The Mindy Project was on.

"Yeah," he nodded back not taking his eyes off of the TV.

A/N: I'm hesitant on bringing a new guy into Sierra's life considering what happened with Skye in ITILMBBF. Everyone called her a slut. Sierra has clearly slept with a lot more guys than Skye and no one has called her that yet. I'm iffy on the whole thing. Maybe it's because it seemed as if Skye was jerking around all these guys and Sierra is being rejected by the guys she likes? I don't know. Tell me what you think about the "slut" sitaution. comment, vote, and fan!