Make Me Better

"What?" Frank asked.

I sighed, running a hand through my curly hair, "YOU. LIKE. JENNA." I pronounced everything slowly, not wanting to repeat myself once more.

"Okay?"

He didn't get it. I wasn't brave enough to actually say the words. Three words, those three words were going to be hard to say.

"I don't understand."

"Yeah, I know." I nodded. I couldn't do this, I had already said too much. If Frank didn't catch on then that was too bad because i wasn't going to go any further. "How about you just forget it?" I asked with hopeful eyes. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring up into the sky, he seemed to be thinking. Shit, he was trying to figure it out.

"I have to go." I didn't bother to look at him, I just turned back around in the direction towards my house and started walking. I was so stupid, I was actually going to tell him. That would have been awkward. I wonder what Frank would say. He would probably laugh at me. Yeah, that seemed right. I smiled, Frank didn't come after me. I had totally forgot about the cat suit. I was about to cross the street when a car cut me off. It was filled with college frat boys.

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be all by herself." The guy who was driving said, he had jet black hair, he had that sexy messy thing going on. He had piercing green eyes.
"We'll show you good time."

I sort of wished that Frank did follow me, then maybe this wouldn't be happening. I looked back to where I had come from. I had walked pretty far from where Frank and I were standing.

"So, what's it going to be? I wouldn't mind getting you out of that costume, I bet-" I felt arms pull me back onto the sidewalk.

"What the fuck?" Frank asked, venom dripping with every word he spoke. "We were only talking." He winked at me.

"How about you get the fuck out of here?" Frank said. The guy laughed before driving off. Well, this was awkward too.

"Thanks." I looked both ways before crossing the street.

"Olive, wait." I didn't turn to look at him.

"I don't want to talk, Frank." I said over my shoulder. " Shouldn't you go back? It is your party after all." I was debating on whether taking the boots off, they were really slowing my down. Frank caught up, like always.

"Frank, I just want to get out of this slut suit before I get hit on again." I said. Oh my god! These shoes were so fucking annoying. I groaned as I started to slow down. Frank was walking right by my side.

"You know, I think I'm drunk. Just forget what I said." I added quickly. I stopped walking and slumped over to try and make the boots more comfortable around my feet.

"I know Jenna isn't very nice to you, I'll tell her to cut it out."

Oh, so he didn't know. "Yeah, ok." I nodded. I still had a way to go. "Well, are you leaving now?" I asked him.

He frowned, "Why are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Just leave me alone." I muttered. I couldn't be around Frank, it was just too weird now.

"What's with you?" He asked, staring at me fiercely.

"I don't want you around, obviously." Ok, that was mean. I regretted it even more when Frank's face fell, he looked totally sad.

"What's wrong, really? I thought we were ok."

"I just can't hang around you anymore, I just can't." The way he was looking at me was making me feel so guilty. I didn't want to like Frank, I had to push him away, as far as i could.

"Is it because of Jenna?" Sort of.

"No." I shook my head. I had to be on of the crappiest friends ever. Was it really worth it? I walked passed Frank,

"Then what is it?" Frank grabbed my arm, preventing me from leaving. I tried walking away, Frank was letting me walk but he didn't loosen his grip on my forearm.
I didn't answer, I just kept walking. I could spot my house. I stopped walking and looked up at Frank.

"I'm not telling you, so why bother sticking around?"

"I wasn't going to let you walk home alone." Why was he so nice? No, it wasn't right. Frank didn't deserve this, he was only trying to figure out what was wrong with me.

He deserved to know the truth. Even if I didn't really want to tell him, acting like total bitch wasn't the right thing to do. I should have just told him and got it over with.

"I'm sorry for acting like an ass to you." I mumbled.

"It's fine, I just worry about you, Oli." He smiled.

"No, it isn't. I'm really sorry." I shook my head, "if I tell why I was upset will you promise not laugh?" I asked with a tiny smile.

"Ok, I promise." He nodded.

"Actually, can you turn around? I don't want you to look at me while I tell you."

"Oli." he groaned.

"What?" I asked.

"Just tell me."

I took a deep breath, just say it, get it over with. "I...........I can't tell you." I sighed.

Frank chuckled, he grasped my hand in his, sending chills down my spine. I turned my face away from him, hiding the blush the crept onto my cheeks. He led the way to my house, his hand never letting go of mine.

"I like you, Frank." I whispered as we reached my porch. I can just run into my house now.

"Hmm?" He questioned.

"You didn't hear me?!" I rolled my eyes. I seriously felt like I was going to throw up from being so nervous.

"Sorry, go ahead."

I shook my head, "No, I'm never telling you again."

"Aw, come on. You weren't being loud enough."

I had my hand on the knob, ready to head inside.

"I like you." I repeated, louder this time. I knew that he understood what I was saying because he didn't say anything. I opened the door.

"That's why I was upset. This came out of nowhere, and I think it would be best if we spent some time apart-"

"Stop talking."

I raised an eyebrow and looked over at him, I had been staring at the ground. "What?"

"How long?"

"Huh?"

"How long have you liked me?" I blushed hearing him say those words.
I shrugged, "Not long. Just after that whole Cooke thing happened." I was dying to go inside and crawl into bed and never wake up again.

"So, yeah. I'll see you, well... Let's not see each other." I stumbled on my words, I sounded like a total idiot.

He was staring at me, I couldn't bring myself to look away from his eyes.

"I have to go change..." I mumbled, I felt tears sting my eyes, this was just too embarrassing. At least he didn't laugh at me. I looked back down at the ground.

Before I knew it, Frank had pushed me up against the wall and was kissing me. He was actually kissing me. I was a bit shocked, that was an understatement. I was really shocked. I thought it would be weird if I just stood there motionless, so I started to kiss back. His arms wound around my waist, pulling my closer to him. I rested my hands on his forearms. I was squished in between Frank and the wall. When he pulled away, he was still really close. Our faces were touching and my body remained pressed against Frank's.
I tried to catch my breath, that seriously came out of nowhere. I dropped my hands to my sides. Ok, I seriously needed to get out this costume. It was starting to get unbearably hot.

"You aren't drunk, are you?" I asked. Frank shook his head. I got goosebumps as he ran his hand through my hair.

"Why did... Why did you kiss me?" I stuttered.

"Oh, you're going to make say it?"

"Say what?" My heart was going crazy.
He kissed me again, this time it was a bit more crazy. Our lips meshed quickly, his tongue traced my bottom lip causing me to shiver.
I opened my mouth, letting him slide his tongue in.

"Frank, you have Jenna." I pulled way quickly. I didn't like the girl but this wasn't right.

He sighed, "I'll take care of that."
I hesitated before going back to kissing him. I had never felt this way during kissing. Sure, I had boyfriends before but they never made me feel this way.

"You're missing your own party." I said once we pulled away for the second time.

"Come back with me."

"Answer my question first?" I questioned, he nodded.

"Do you really like me or is this just...."

"I do.. I sort of started having feelings for you after you spent the night at my house. I wasn't going to say anything since you were my best friend and I already had a girlfriend. I figured I would get over it, so I stayed with Jenna. Which was stupid of me."

"Did you ever like Jenna?"

"Yeah, up until then. I just stuck by because I knew I could try and work it out."

"Ok." I nodded. This was so surreal. How couldn't I have seen that Frank liked me. He was obviously really good at hiding his feelings.

"Let's go?"

I nodded, I locked the door before closing it, "Yeah." He grasped my hand in his and led me off the porch.

"Ugh! These shoes!" I complained.

"I'll give you a piggy back ride..." I nodded with a smile. "Hold on." He held up his hand.

"Only if you tell me that you like me again."

"Frank." I blushed.
"Say it."

"I like you, Frank Iero." I said slowly, trying not to sound so nervous. He had a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Ok, hop on." He leaned down a bit so that i could hop onto his back. Frank had liked me all along.

I slapped the back of his head, "Ow, Oli. What was that for?"

"You ass! You could have told me earlier, you know? I had to deal with you and Jenna going at it like eels."

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"I'll forgive you, just 'cause it's your birthday." I whispered into his ear.