Make Me Better

I found a bit weird that my ex-boyfriend had just popped out of nowhere. Cooke wasn't the greatest guy, but I felt comfortable with him. I could really talk to him. Call me stupid, but I wanted to spend time with him.
It only occurred to me that he might be high as a kite when it was far too late. I was already back at the house. I guess I would be the same if Cooke was high.
He was a whole different person when he was high.
That didn't bother me as much as it should have. I just wanted to be with someone. I was tired of being at home and doing nothing.
"Where's your boyfriend?" I turned around to find Cooke. His eyes were dilated.

"He isn't my boyfriend." I replied, fiercely. Cooke smirked, "Sure seemed like he was."

"Well, he isn't." I objected.

"You shouldn't be here, Olive." Cooke had pushed me against the wall, it didn't hurt but it still surprised me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Why not?" I challenged. Cooke chuckled.

"Aren't you little miss goody two shoes, now?" His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

There was always something about Cooke. I couldn't put my finger on it. He just always had a way to reel me in. To make me forget everything. Cooke leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck. I knew this was wrong. I shouldn't be letting him do this to me.

I shouldn't even have come back. I should have went off with Frank. He could have helped me take my mind off things, but Cooke was already doing the job.

"Let's go." he mumbled into my neck. I shivered as he grabbed my hand and lead me outside to his car.

"You shouldn't be driving." I stated loudly.

"Aw, you know I'm the best drunk driver, ever." He laughed as he tossed his keys over to me. I caught them and walked over to the driver's side.

"Where to?" I asked as I started the car.

"Anywhere you want, baby." Cooke smiled.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, you're so helpful."

"Well, you live here. You pick a place." I sighed and and started to drive. I had no clue where to go but I knew i had to think of something.

"The beach?" Cooke raised an eyebrow.

"What? You got a better idea?" I asked. He shook his head and got out the car. I followed him into the cold sand. We sat in the sand and just talked. For hours. At least , that's what it felt like. I wasn't going to talk about my mom since Cooke was very coherent at the moment. We just talked about old times.

"You gotta lay off the drugs, man." I shook my head. Cooke rubbed his eyes and buried his face into his palms.

"It isn't that easy, Olive." he mumbled.

"Hmm, you just going to drugs forever? Up until you die." I said in a taunting voice. I loved Cooke. Sure, he wasn't the greatest guy but that didn't mean that I didn't care for him. Drugs weren't for me and it really hurt to see him so hooked on them. That was the only Cooke I knew. When I met Cooke, he was on drugs. When I left Cooke, he was still on drugs.

"No, I'll stop... Sometime." He looked up at me with hopeful eyes. I returned the smile.

"Shouldn't we be heading back? Don't you have to be somewhere tomorrow?" I asked as I looked over at the water.

"Yeah." Cooke helped me up and we walked back to the car, hand in hand. I was leaning against Cooke's car.

"Let's have a little bit of fun before I go." Cooke grinned. He had two beers in his hands. I reached over and took it out of his hands.

I chugged the beer quickly before smiling over at him. What the hell. The whole point of coming back to look for Cooke was to forget about everything.

I knew damn well that getting drunk would help me get my mind off of things.