Find out how it’s doing

This is all so wildly new to you - you don’t know what you’re going to do, only that you’re going to do something.

"I think we should talk somewhere private. I want to hear about you two. See how my relationship is doing," you say, trembling with eagerness.

"Sure thing dude," says Sullivan, chipper as ever.

"Thanks for checking up on us," Indigo agrees.

Sullivan helps Indigo off the counter, and then you lead the pair upstairs. You pass the occupied bathroom where Pearl's likely camping out, and proceed into the master bedroom.

You have Sullivan close the door behind you. There must be some soundproofing to the room, because the blaring music and chatter of the crowd is reduced to dull background noise. The bass beat continues thumping against the floor.

When you're alone, you tell Sullivan and Indigo to sit down on the edge of the bed and start popping questions to see how far this really goes.

"Have you two ever had sex?" you ask.

Indigo nods.

"What kind of question is that?" asks Sullivan, laughing. "Course we've done it. I know you're dense but I thought you were reading between the lines."

"Just asking to be sure, I figured you were physical," you say. "How many times?"

Sully’s brow furrows as he looks back through his recollections. "Not sure, actually.”

"Four times," Indigo reports. She speaks without hesitation, or even embarrassment.

Now that’s interesting.

"You were counting?" asks Sully, surprised at his girlfriend’s quick answer.

"Sort of," she says sheepishly. "Four times isn't that many. You're the first boy I ever slept with. It was different every time!"

Sullivan is mollified by the explanation and turns to you with a suggestive grin. "What can I say, I like to mix it up."

"Nice." You bump fists with Sullivan, while Indigo becomes hopelessly more embarrassed - not by the question itself, but by Sully’s reaction to it. "Next question. Do you two love each other?"

"Of course we love each other," says Sullivan, his voice adamant. "I love Indigo 100%."

However, Indigo takes another second to choose her words. She worries her hands in her lap, and casts a nervous glance to her boyfriend. "I um, I'm not sure," she says guiltily. "I don't think so."

This was not the answer Sullivan expected to hear.

"What!? Indy, you told me -"

"I thought maybe I did," Indigo blurts out, chagrined. "You were touching me and saying things and - it just came out. I'm sorry, I'm still figuring things out!"

Sullivan grabs Indy’s hands. "We're already out of school. You're telling me you still don't know about us? What about our plans?"

"Did we have plans?" Indy asks, mystified. "We were just talking! Throwing ideas around! You said you wanted to play for the Mets!"

"We were talking real plans between the daydreams,” says Sully, as if speaking with enough conviction is guaranteed to persuade Indigo of his version of events.

However, it only raises Indy’s hackles. She animates as she prepares to argue.

You jump in before this gets any more out of hand. "Okay okay, time out," you say, making a 'T' with your hands. "It sounds like we need to figure some things out here. We can all agree it's my relationship, yeah?"

Indigo’s upset, but she turns hopefully to you. "Yes."

"Yeah man, it's yours. No question," says Sullivan, his tone ashen. Finding out Indigo didn't feel the way about him that he thought she did must be rough.

"What are your real plans for my relationship?" you ask. "One at a time."

"Make it work long-distance," says Sullivan, first. "Eventually get married."

"Break up after we get to college," admits Indigo, second. "Sullivan's a sweet guy, I don't want him hung up on me forever."

Ouch. Brutal, but fair. Ripping off the bandaid can hurt less than peeling it off one inch at a time.

Information before you, you consider the problem. You could give the relationship back to Sullivan and Indigo, directing them to figure this out right now. Or you could try to fix it yourself. But whose side would you take? Sullivan's your best friend, sure, but Indigo's a sweet girl, and a friend. Is there a compromise? But if their relationship's not going anywhere good, maybe you should just put it out of its misery right now, for both their sakes?

Perhaps it'd be better to take a more active role in their relationship yourself? No, no, that's crazy.

Isn’t it?