Make Me Better

That night after the party,I dropped Frank off at home and then I had to wait for Lindsey to pick me up from Frank's house since Frank was drunk beyond his mind. It was around 1AM when Lindsey dropped me off. I was a bit worried since I figured my dad would be home. All the lights were off, so I assumed he was sleeping. I quietly made my way to my room, taking light steps. Then I heard voices in my dad's room. Oh shit, he was awake. I looked over at his door as I stood completely still. I wasn't that far from my room, I could easily just run and jump to into bed.

His door opened and I was surprised to see my mother. We locked eyes and glanced further into his room.

"Oh my god, ew." I shook my head to get rid of the thought and ran into my room. My parents were having sex, that was the last thing I wanted a mental picture of. I felt like I was going to die. Sure, they had sex before but I never 'heard' them or seen them after they had sex, all sweaty with their clothes disheveled. I turned sharply and opened my door, I peeked my head out and looked at my dad who was standing right next to my mom.

"What were you two doing?" I asked. My dad turned around quickly, a bit startled. He crossed his arms over his chest,

"Where were you, young lady? Do you know what time it is?" He asked in his most stern voice. I sighed, I should have just stayed in my room.

"I was with Frank. We lost track of time. " I shrugged, there was no use in lying to him. His eyebrows rose,

"What were you two doing?" He mocked me.

"Uhh," I said, taking a step out of my room, "Nothing, like usual. We hung out with the res of the gang. That was pretty much it." It was quiet for a moment as he looked over at me.

"Enough about me, what about you two? Why is mom here?" I asked. She blushed quickly and looked over at my dad, I would have thought it was cute but these people were my parents, so it was quite disgusting.

"We. Um... Ellen and I. Go to sleep, why don't you?" My dad stuttered before turning his voice into it's normally stern self. I smiled at them before I went back into my room and closed the door. Praying to god that they wouldn't have sex while I was here. A part of me wanted to throw up and just faint from being so grossed out but a small part of me was sort of happy for them. They didn't say they were together but sex is a good step, right? Ew, no. I shook my head as I changed into more comfortable clothes. That night I laid in bed and I wanted nothing more to just disappear from New Jersey. There was just too much going on in my life. My parents were going through a divorce and then on the side my mom had some crazy ex-boyfriend. Jenna was a total bitch who was seriously out to get me. If I just stayed in England, I wouldn't have to deal with all this shit. Instead, I thought, I would still be with Cooke. That wasn't so much better.

There was only five more months of high school left, then I could do whatever the hell I want. I thought about Jenna and her stupid lies. What was she going to say now, that she lost her baby and I bet everyone would believe her. I groaned because I knew she would conjure up some fable about her and I fighting. It wasn't like I kicked her ass on purpose, she totally provoked me.

"I got really drunk yesterday, babe." Frank said, his arm wrapped around my waist, I nodded as I looked over the crowd of people,

"I know- " I looked up at him quickly, "Wait, did you just call me babe?" He smirked down at me,

"Yeah, I did. Why?"

"You never call me 'babe' " I inquired. We were going to the music store, Frank needed more guitar picks and Gee sent me to get a new microphone because somehow he ended breaking his in half.

"Fine, I'll call you 'Oli'" Using his fingers as air quotes, "For the rest of my life." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I didn't say you had to stop, I was only saying-"

"Whatever, babe." He kissed my temple before holding the store door open for me. I smiled at him before walking into the store. I followed Frank to the various guitar pics. He was looking through the plain black ones. I looked through the box next to his which were colorful.

"Look," I extended my arm towards him "This one has an 'F' on it." He looked down at my hand and took the pic.
"Cool." He smiled.

"This is better though." He showed me a pic with a huge 'O' on it.

"It's pink." I pulled a face, it was too bright. The 'O' was a white while everything else was neon pink.

"It's my favorite pic now." He grinned, grabbing my hand and walking towards the microphones. There were various colors and weird shapes. I figured Gerard would want a plain black one. I grabbed the darkest microphone there and walked towards the cash register, Frank popped up in front of me.

"Aw, come on. Why didn't you get Gerard the bright pink one to match my guitar pic?" Frank asked, pouting cutely.

I laughed, "I don't think Gee would be very fond of a bright pink microphone."

"I'm getting him one for Christmas."

I groaned, "It's almost Christmas! What am I supposed to get you?"

"You don't have to get me anything, I thought you knew that."

"That's no fun. I'm getting you something." We moved in line and Frank looked around, as if trying to find something.

"You can get me some guitar strings." He shrugged.

"Ok, I'll remember that."

"What do you want?" Frank asked, nudging me softly.

"Nothing really. I like chocolate." I shrugged.

"That's it?" He asked and I nodded, "Ok, chocolate. Got it." We both nodded.

"Oh my god! Did I tell you that I practically caught my parents having sex." I told Frank as we walked out the store, hand in hand.

"That's fucking gross. Wait, are they together again?" Frank asked, looking down at me. I shrugged my shoulders,

"I don't know. Hopefully, I don't want them to become fuck buddies or anything in that category."

"One time I actually caught my parents having sex. I came home from school and they were going at it on the couch. I was only 7." Frank shook his head quickly.

'Ok, ew. That's even worse than mine."

Frank frowned, "I know and then I made eye contact with my mom, Oh shit. I'm fucking scarred for life." I laughed loudly as Frank glared over at me. He looked so sad as we walked towards the parking lot.

"Aw, poor baby." I said after countless times of trying to stop my laughing.

"Shut up, Oli." Frank et go of my hand and walked ahead of me. I held my side as I I tried to catch up.

"I'm sorry." I bit my lip to hold in my laugh, Frank turned to look at me and I bursted into another fit of laughter.

"It isn't funny, Olive!" I stopped laughing abruptly when he called me by my first name. A smirk forming on his lips as I sprinted towards him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly before I could start my abuse on him.

"Let's get you home, Olive." I groaned as he spun me around, his arms still held me tightly against his body.

"Stop calling me that." I snapped.

"No, I like it. 'Olive', it just rolls off my tongue, Olive."

"If you call me that one more time, I'm breaking up with you." I warned trying to turn my head so that I could look at him.

"You will do no such thing," He said. I could feel him right by my ear before he whispered, "Olive."
I groaned once more while Frank took his turn at laughing like a maniac.