The next morning Mick was sat in the kitchen with Lee and Nancy. He looked up at me as I walked in. He had guilt written all over his face. I slipped some bread in the toaster.
"L?" he said. I ignored him and pulled a the butter from the ledge.
"Am I missing something? Have you two had a row?" asked Nancy.
"No," I said, "No we haven't." My toast popped up and I dared look at Mick. I quickly buttered it and walked out.
"L!" called Mick. I proceeded into our bedroom, where he followed me. I heard the murmuring of Nancy and Lee from the kitchen.
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FanfictionTension builds up between Mick and Linda. How much more can they take?