Make Me Better

I didn't remember much. I only remember standing outside having a couple drinks. I guess it wasn't a couple. I had way too many drinks. I didn't even know how I ended up here, in my bed. I kept wondering how I got home. I buried my face in my pillow and closed me eyes, trying to remember. Cooke was drunk, too. He couldn't have taken me home. I could have walked. That didn't make much sense either. I couldn't have walked home, I was too drunk. I heard some noise outside my room. I pulled the covers over my head.

"Olive?" My dad called as he opened the door. I had totally forgot about my dad. I'm pretty sure he had come home before I did. If I was right, I would be in some sort of trouble. I shifted to let him know that he had 'woke' me up.

"Hm?" I groaned.

"Just wanted to let you know that I'm home. " I opened my eyes quickly, "Weren't you home?"

"No, remember? I said I would be staying late. I just got home." I could hear the chuckle in his words.

"Ok." I mumbled. "Alright, sorry I woke you." He said before walking out and closing the door. So, he just got home. Which was a good thing. He had no clue that I was out all night. I sat slowly and rubbed my eyes, trying to push away my drowsiness. I stretched a bit before walking over into my bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, for a while. I looked like crap, to say the least. Total crap. I had bags under my eyes. I probably got about an hour of sleep, that's what it felt like. I leaned in closer to the mirror. My eyes looked weird.
I knew what was wrong with them. They were dilated. Ugh, what the hell did I do last night. Obviously, some drugs. I shook my head and pulled away from the mirror. I started to feel tingly. I rubbed my eyes and looked over into my room. I was starting to feel dizzy.

I wanted to call Cooke, but I didn't have any way to contact him. The more I thought of it, I knew calling Cooke was a bad idea. He just wasn't good to hang out with. Sure, he made me forget all my problems but not in the right way. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. I was convinced that i had done some sort of drug. My skin felt tingly and my focus was off.

I decided to take a shower, to make me feel better. As I let the hot water fall over my body, I thought of everything I could remember. I remember Frank. I got mad at Frank. I groaned and leaned against the wet wall.

Why would I get mad at Frank, he was only trying to help. I shouldn't have left him. I shouldn't have went back to that party.

Only god knows what I did. I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my body as I walked over to my closet and looked for clothes to wear.

I had to go apologize to Frank. I was being irrational last night. I fixed my hair and got dressed. I grabbed my keys and walked out of my room. My dad was in the kitchen.

"Good afternoon." He smiled. I pulled a confused face. "What?"

"It's two in the afternoon." Dad smiled. "Wow." I said quickly. Either I slept a ton or I got home really late or early, whatever way you want to see it.

"Why did you spend a whole day at work?" I asked him

He shrugged, "I just got caught up in a case." He eyed me for a bit. "You going somewhere?"

"Oh, yeah." I nodded, "To Frank's"

"Alright, don't be out too late." He smiled. I nodded and headed out. It was a nice day out. It wasn't as cold as it was yesterday. I tried not too think too much about the situation with Frank, it would only make me turn around and leave things as they were. I reached Frank's house in no time, I was just hoping that he would be home.

I knocked quickly, just wanting to apologize and get this over with. Jenna opened the door. I was a bit disappointed to find her here.

"Where's Frank?" I asked slowly, trying not to sound annoyed. She glared at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. What's with her, I thought.

"He's in the living room." She muttered. She moved out of the way to let me in. I walked into the living room to find Frank holding ice to his lip.

"Frank? What happened to you?" I asked quickly. I rushed over to him and kneeled down to his level.

"You're ex-boyfriend." Jenna said from behind me. I turned to give her a questioning look. What was she talking about.

"What?" I asked slowly.

"I got into a fight with your ex-boyfriend." Frank mumbled.
"Frank! Why would you do that?" I exclaimed. No offense but Cooke looked like he could kill Frank. I wouldn't want to mess with Cooke, he was a bit crazy.

"You don't remember?" Frank asked slowly.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "remember what?"

"I went back to look for you. I didn't care if you were mad but I knew that I shouldn't have you left you at some party like that." He groaned, his lip obviously bothering him, "I got there and you were drunk...and high." He whispered the last bit, not wanting Jenna to hear. i felt my cheeks flush. Frank saw me at my worst. How embarrassing.

"Anyways, I found you and was about to take you home until he tried to stop me. He told me I didn't have a right to just come and take you. I didn't pay any mind to him and proceeded to take you outside, you were pretty out of it. He tried to punch me, and then it just turned into a huge brawl."

I felt so embarrassed. I can't believe Frank would got into a fight with Cooke.

"Why did you go back? You didn't have to." I mumbled.

"I was worried about you."

"And looked where it got him." Jenna snapped. I turned to glare at her. Can't she just shut the fuck up?

"I'm so so sorry, Frank. I didn't mean to do anything it all just happened and it made me forget everything." I whispered. My hands were resting on his legs.

"Forget what? Why can't you just come to me? I'm always here for you. You don't need to go off to and get drunk." Frank was staring into my eyes. I was starting to feel shy.

"Just stuff. I'm sorry I got mad at you yesterday. I'm sorry I didn't come with you. I'm sorry I went back to that party." I mumbled. I felt the tears threaten to fall. I just felt so bad and embarrassed.

"It's ok. "

"You aren't mad?" I asked quietly.

"No, I was before. Just don't go off with a guy like that again. ok?" Frank leaned over and wiped away some of my tears. I hung my head down in shame.

"I'm really sorry." I looked up at his busted lip. "Does it hurt really bad?"

He laughed, "A little, you should have seen him." He grinned proudly.

"Oh? I bet you did a number on him." I smiled softly. I was starting to wonder what Cooke looked like.

"You know? I don't think you're any good for Frank." Jenna said loudly, breaking up our happy moment.