Make Me Better

I started to cry. I didn't know why. I think it was just because I had to say it. I had let someone know. I was never good at telling people how I felt. I hated telling people what I was going through.

Frank told me he was sorry. It didn't feel forced it felt comforting. I let Frank hug me. We stayed that way for a long while. I let myself cry. I knew it would be best just to let it out now. I was a bit embarrassed but Frank didn't seem to phased by my crying. I pulled myself away from Frank's warm embrace.

I wiped my tears and rummaged through my desk to find the tissue box.

"You should probably go find Jenna." I suggested. I blew my nose and rubbed my eyes. They felt heavy. I guess it was from all the crying. I was starting to get sleepy. I jumped into my bed and looked up at Frank.

"I'll wait until you fall asleep." Frank said quietly as took the spot next to me on my bed.

"Fine." I yawned. I turned onto my side so that my back was facing Frank. I closed my eyes and drifted off the sleep. I felt something on my hip. I groaned.

"Get off of me." I pushed Frank away.

"Move over."

"It's my bed!" I turned so that I could have better access. I pushed his body away until he was on the far side of the bed. He groaned and pushed me lightly before going Beck to sleep. I reached for my phone and saw that my dad had left me a message. He wasn't planning to come home until later. I sighed and stretched.

I left Frank in my room as I walked into the hall. I ignored the emptiness of the living room and walked into the kitchen. I turned around when I heard footsteps.

"Cereal?" I asked as I held up two bowls. Frank nodded quickly, I laughed. I grabbed the milk and Frosted Flakes. We grabbed our bowls of cereal and walked back into my room to watch tv.

"So many missed calls." Frank sighed. I turned on the tv and sat on the floor.

"From Jenna?" I asked. Frank nodded.

"Call her back." I suggested. I paid no attention to Frank until he groaned. I turned back to look at him.

"What?" I questioned.

"She's mad."

"Why?"

"Because I'm with you."

"What, why? I haven't done anything to her. I haven't been anything but nice. What did I ever do to her?"

"Nothing." Frank assured.

"Well, she is your girlfriend. You have to respect her. We do spend lots of time together."

"So? You're my friend. She's going to have to get used to us hanging out.

"It's different. I'm a girl. Most girls don't their boyfriends hanging out with other girls."

"Don't worry about it." Frank sighed.

"Ok, but if you really want to have a healthy-"

"She's been so clingy lately." Frank said.

I sat quietly.
I nodded, " Isn't that what most girlfriends do? Don't they spend lots of time with their boyfriends?"

"Man, I don't know." Frank shrugged. We were quiet as we watched cartoons and ate our cereal.

"Maybe we shouldn't hang out as much." I said.

"Why?"

"She obviously doesn't like me. You'll only make her even more mad if you hang out with me. Or, you just have to lie about hanging out with me, which isn't good."

"Don't stress over it, Oli." Frank smiled.

How could I not? I wanted Frank to be happy. I would be damned if I was the reason if they ever broke up. Frank just didn't get how girls could be.