Make Me Better

Later that day we drove over to Gee's house, where the rest of the gang was. Ray was battling Bob in a driving game, while Mikey and Gerard were being total nerds as they discussed the possibility of Obi Wan Kenobi still being alive. Lindsey was sitting on the couch, strumming Mikey's bass.

"Hey." I smiled as I walked into the living room. They all muttered their 'hello's', before going back to what they were doing. I made my way towards Lindsey, I sat next to her and smiled when she looked up at me.

"Yo, Olive. Where is my new mic?" Gerard asked, I shook the black bag around, he grinned and snatched it out of my hands, he took it out and inspected it for a moment,

"It's perfect, the right color and everything."

"It's black." Lindsey inquired.

"That's why its perfect." He smiled at her before he thanked me. Frank finally came into the room, a slight smirk on his lips as he looked at me. I looked away from him, a scowl on my face.

"What's wrong, Olive ?" He asked. I turned to look at him quickly,

"Shut up, Franklin!"

"Hey guys, " Frank said loudly, getting everyones' attention, "Don't you think 'Olive' is such a cool name?"

"Yeah." Mikey nodded.

"Olive, here. Doesn't seem to like it much."

"Why not, Olive?"

"How come, Olive?"

"Olive, Olive, Olive." Bob chanted. I groaned loudly and glared at Frank. He shot me a beautiful smile before being dragged downstairs into the basement by the guys.

"Can you two be any cuter?" Lindsey asked, while handing Mikey his bass. I rolled my eyes dramatically,

"Whatever."

She shrugged, "I'm being serious." After a couple minutes of mindless chatter, we decided to head downstairs. The guys were sweaty and the first thing Frank did was tackle me to the couch, to my displeasure.

"Ugh, you're all sweaty." I squirmed under him trying my hardest to get away. He only smiled as he pressed cheek against mine, his sweat transferring to my own skin. He laid on top of me for a while, rubbing his face on mine.

"What are you? A cat?" I asked, resting my hands on his shoulders.

He chuckled, "Yeah, I am." He stuck his tongue out and attempted to lick me. I squirmed once again, whining softly as his tongue touched my cheek.

"Will you two stuck fucking over there? Please?" Gerard asked obviously annoyed.

I scoffed, " Oh, please! You and Lindsey are so much worse." Gee stuck his tongue out at me as Lindsey playfully glared.

I smiled sweetly at Frank, "Okay, time to get off. I can't breathe or feel my legs."

"Anything for you, Olive." He left sloppy kisses all over my face before jumping off of me, grabbing his guitar, the guys started playing once again, I sat up and wiped my face. Frank looked down at me, grinning wildly. The guys played a couple more songs, while I sat next to Lindsey, singing silently. I didn't know where Frank got all his energy from. This kids' batteries never died. Once they were done, Frank set his guitar down, looking over at me, a gleam in his eye.

"No-" I started, getting off the couch. Which only gave him an advantage. He pulled me into a hug, he was all sticky with sweat. To be truthful, he looked really cute, with the way his hair stuck to his face.

"What's with you?" I asked against his shoulder, which my face was currently squished against.

"Can't I love my girlfriend?" He asked. The room instantly erupted with 'Aw's"

"Aw, our little Frank is whipped." Bob said in a girly tone. Frank let go of me quickly, I glanced up at him, confusion written all over my face.

Frank pouted, "I am not!"

"He's blushing." Mikey said,

"He's obviously embarrassed, "Lindsey added, "It's sort of cute." Gerard gasped loudly, his eyes wide as he looked at Lindsey,

"Are you calling midget cute?" He asked, Frank groaned in disapproval over the 'midget' term.

"What? Frank is cute!" Lindsey said, staring at Gerard. Her smile bright as he gasped once more, his hand going over his heart. Gerard's eyes flicked over to me quickly,

"Do something, she's hitting on your man!"

I shrugged, "She can have him." Now it was Frank's turn to gasp in shock, "What does that mean?" He asked from behind me. I glanced at him slightly,

"I told you that if you kept calling me Olive , I would break up with you. Seeing that Lindsey thinks you're cute, it would be best if you went out with her. I can have Mikey." I grinned as I winked over at Mikey, who blushed slightly.

"Who does that leave me with?" Gerard asked. Lindsey smiled as she pointed to Bob. Gerard made disappointed noises.

Frank wrapped his arms around me from behind, "You're mine, Olive. Forever and ever and ever."

"Gah! Stop calling me that!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No, stop arguing with me." He kissed my neck and I shivered as my knees went weak.

Bob groaned loudly, "Just go get a room and call it day, all you couples disgust me." Ray nodded in agreement.

"Yeah? Maybe we will." Frank said and before I knew it he was leading me up the stairs. He pushed me onto the couch as I stared up at him curiously. He wiggled his eyebrows at me, causing me to laugh.

"I love you, Olive."

I sat up so that I was resting on my elbows, he looked down at me, waiting for to reply.

He threw his hands up in the air, "Oh, come on!"

"You called me Olive, therefore you don't get an 'I love you," I smiled at him when he frowned.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way, " He pouted cutely, "I love you, Oli."

"Yay!" I clapped my hands, "I love you too, buddy."

"Buddy? You make it seem like I'm your friend."

"You are."

He had my face in his hands in a matter of seconds, "I'm your boyfriend, totally different."

"No way, we still pretty much do everything friends do." I shrugged.

He smiled, "Friends don't do this." He pulled my face closer, so that our lips touched, only barely. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I smashed our lips together.