Make Me Better

I ended wearing some jeans and a semi fancy top. I walked out the house behind Frank. We lost track of time. By the time I was done getting ready, it was dark out. I rushed to the car since I knew Frank should be with his family and not driving me around. Luckily, my grandma's house wasn't very far, but there was a crap load of traffic. Frank distracted me from the horrible traffic by singing along to Queen at the top of his lungs.

"Come on, Oli. Sing with me." He looked over at me and winked. I felt my stomach do flips as his lips tugged up into a smirk. He reached over to grasp my hand and I finally gave in. I sang softly not really wanting him to hear my crappy singing voice.

"I can't hear you!" He said in a sing-song voice. I laughed and shook my head, "That's as loud as I'm going to get, buddy." Frank pursed his lips.

"Fine, I'll do all the singing, be my back up vocals, deal?" He asked, tugging at my hand. I nodded with a smile. Frank went on singing loudly and I would join in every once in a while. This went on until Frank got tired of singing and just resorted to blasting the music. Before I knew it we were at my grandma's. I wasn't nervous at all, which surprised me to be truthful. Frank and I made out for a while, well, I was lying. We made out for a LONG while. I moved out of my seat and got closer to him, our lips never parting. He licked my lower lip and I parted my mouth to give him access. His hands moved to my hips and brought me closer, so that I was now sitting in his lap. I ran my hands through his hair and leaned back. The horn honked loudly making me jump.

Frank laughed, "Good job, Oli." I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips once more. I got out of his lap and went back to the passenger side.

"I'll see you, thanks for the ride." I smiled.

"No problem," I opened the car door and stepped out, "I love you, Oli." Frank said from behind me. I was glad that he couldn't see my face, because I was damn sure that I was turning beet red.

"I love you too, Frank." I turned slightly, making sure he couldn't see my whole face. I smiled at him once more before heading over to the porch. My heart was still beating rapidly and my stomach was acting stupid. I felt all jittery as I knocked on the door.

"Olive, honey!" My grandma pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back twice as hard, she laughed and patted my head. We pulled away, but she still held me. She looked over me, smiling brightly. My grandma didn't look her age, I'm guessing it was because she acted. She sort of reminded me of a hippie.

She had straight long blonde hair. She always wore a flower in it. For as long as I remembered she always had some sort of flower in her hair. She then did, what she always did, she took the flower out of her hair and put it into mine.

"My little, Olive." She smiled once more, I smiled back and blushed. I heard movement from behind grandma. I craned my neck to see my mom. She had put something on the table.

"Hi, Olive." She smiled. I waved. My grandma let me go and gave me a little push towards my mother. I hugged her quickly, not sure if she wanted me to hug her or not. She gave me half a smile when we pulled away.

"How are you?" She asked, I glanced up at her face. The bruise was still there but it wasn't as bad.

"I'm fine, how are you?" I asked, sticking my hands into my front pockets. She looked away from me, trying to distract herself by setting the table.

"Better." She said quietly. I nodded even though she couldn't see me. I helped my grandma with the salad, as my mom checked on the turkey.

"Where's your father, Olive?" Grandma asked in her soft voice.

"Oh, he's working." I said with a quick nod.

"Did Frank drop you off?" My mom asked, looking over at me slightly. I could feel the awkward tension.

"Frank? Who's Frank?" My grandma chimed in.

Mom smiled, "Her boyfriend." I stayed quiet, I heard my grandma gasp playfully.

"You, a boyfriend, Olive?" She shook her head. I laughed and nodded.

"What's he like?" She asked. I thought for a moment, how was I supposed to explain Frank? He was beyond words, with the way he was caring, and funny, loving, I could go on and on.

"He's so great, I can't even find the right words to describe him." I found myself gushing.

"Oh, she's in love." My grandma turned to look at my mother. They exchanged smirks before looking at me.

"What does your father think of Frank?" Grandma asked. I finished with the salad and pushed the huge bowl towards me grandma who poured dressing on it.

"Well," I mumbled, wondering what dad would think if I told him I was dating Frank, " I haven't told him about Frank."

"Why not?" Mom asked. My grandma linked her arm with mine and reached over to do the same with my mom, she led us out the kitchen and into the dining room. She told us to sit down, even though we offered to help. She brought the food out quickly, and set everything up nicely.

"Ok, continue." She smiled as she sat down across from me.

I shrugged, "I'm not sure. I don't know how he'll react."

"Well, Frank isn't anything like Cooke, so I'm hoping there isn't anything to worry about." My mom muttered in a protective tone, embarrassing me. Going out with Cooke was such a mistake.

"I say you tell him now, Olive. Before he goes off and finds out himself, which won't be good." Grandma nodded. I knew she was right, but for some reason I felt that my dad wouldn't like the idea of Frank and I dating. We changed the subject quickly, talking about school. I glanced over at my mom, I wanted to ask her what was going on with 'him' but I didn't want to upset her. I wanted to talk to dad about, too.He was as mad as Ii was when mom had said she was pregnant, but I had feeling that he would warm up to her if 'he' was fully out of the picture.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Grandma snapped me out of my thoughts. She handed me apiece of turkey and I reached for the salad and the mashed potatoes. I was enjoying myself even though I things were a bit awkward, I felt a bit bad for my dad since he was stuck working on a holiday. I was still waiting for him to walk through the door, like he did the previous years before.

But for now, I had to believe that my hoping would really pay off in the end and bring us all back together.