Make Me Better

I stayed outside for a moment, trying to recollect my thoughts. I wanted to go home and just be alone. Sadly, I would have to wait for someone to drive me home. As if one queue, Bob came stumbling down the stairs, Ray right behind him.

"What's wrong with Frank?" Bob slurred as he stumbled towards me. I rolled my eyes at the mention of Frank's name.
I shrugged a shoulder, "I don't know, " I watched as Ray grabbed Bob and pulled him towards his car, "are you two going home?"

Ray nodded, struggling as he tried to open the passenger side door. Bob pulled away from Ray and threw up on the sidewalk. Ray and I looked away from him quickly. Once Bob was done, he coughed a couple times and jumped into the car.

"Do you mind dropping me off at home?" I asked Ray.

Ray smiled, "Yeah, come on," His smile faltered, "shouldn't you go tell Frank you're leaving?" I sighed angrily, that would be the right thing to do but he was the last person I wanted to see.

"Gee and Lindsey were planning to leave in a couple minutes," 'Ray said, "I don't think you want to ride with some drunk guy who keeps throwing up." I looked into the car, to see Bob throwing up into a bag.

"Well, ok. Thanks anyway." I smiled over my shoulder as I made my way upstairs. At first I was planning to find Lindsey or Gee and stick with them but then I saw Cooke. He had gotten me in all this trouble but a tiny part of me just wanted to see if he was ok. He was leaning against the wall, an ice pack pressed against his eye.

"Are you ok?" I asked quickly once I got close enough. He glanced down at me, "Your boyfriend sucks." He pulled the ice pack away and blinked his eye a couple times before a scowl appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry but you were asking for it."

"For wanting to talk to you?"

" You kissed me! You also fucking forced me into that goddamn room. I didn't know what you were going to do, for all I know-"

"I would never hurt you, Olive." Cooke said, his voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry."

I finally glanced up, his face looked serious, which was odd since he was never serious, "Its fine, I guess. But don't fucking do it again! 'Cause the next time you pull anything that stupid I'll chop all your fingers off."

He laughed lightly, "I like it when you get feisty." I had a feeling this was considered flirting, so I stopped laughing and took a couple steps away from Cooke,

"I have to go, but umm, " I scratched the back of my neck, " see you."

"Yeah, " He smirked his famous smirk, "see you." I turned slightly to start walking towards the living room, hoping to see one of my friends, but I saw Frank instead. His eyes were in a glare as he looked at me,

"What are you doing talking to me him?"

I stuttered over my words, "I-I... I went to see if he was ok. " Frank opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off,

"Why are you mad?" I asked, in a small voice. He shook his head and turned slightly when Mikey and Gee approached us.

"We're leaving." Mikey said. Lindsey appeared next to them in flash, Gee wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple as she giggled softly.

"Can you give me a ride home?" I asked quickly. Lindsey's eyebrows rose as she looked from me to Frank,

"Why? I thought Frank was driving you home?"

"Please?" I asked, frowning slightly. Frank sighed and I heard him mumble something under his breath, I looked over at him quickly, giving him a look.

"Trouble in paradise?" Gerard said in a sing song voice, Lindsey nudged him quickly.

Frank turned to me, "Stop being dramatic, Olive. I'll take you home." Before I could even utter a response, Lindsey was pushing me outside and towards Frank car.

I frowned, "I don't want to go with him."

"Aw, come on." She laughed, pushing to the passenger side, she opened the door and shoved me roughly, I glared up at her when she closed the car door,

"Just make up, please? No need in fighting over stupid things."

"Why don't you tell him that!" I hissed under my breath. She only laughed and then began to walk away. My stomach dropped as I heard the driver side door close. I was much more sad than I was mad. I had only been acting mad to hide the fact that I was upset. I didn't do anything wrong and the fact that Frank was mad at me just wasn't fair.

The drive was nothing but awkward and I wanted to say something to break the ice but I was scared of how Frank would react. I wanted him to be his regular old self. I didn't like that this was our first 'real' fight. I couldn't take it anymore, the quietness, and awkwardness was really starting to annoy me.

"Frank." I started. He didn't say anything so instead I kept talking " Frank, come on." I reached over to touch his forearm lightly.

"What?"

"What's wrong?" I whispered, turning to look at his face.

"Your fucking ex-boyfriend. He's what's wrong. That guy pisses me off and it doesn't freaking help that you're so friendly with him."

" I just wanted to make sure if he was ok. That was all. I'm over Cooke and I don't see why you're so mad."

" I just explained it to you." He sighed.

"And I just told you that there isn't anything between us! I was only talking to him because you almost fucking made him pass out!"

"Whatever you say, Olive." I bit my lip and turned away from him, staring out the window at the dark sky. We were in Jersey now, but it would be a couple minutes before I got home.

"You can't be mad at me." I mumbled, " I wasn't mad at you when Jenna-"

"That's totally different."

"Yeah, you're right. Its much worse on your end. What Jenna did was way worse than Cooke kissing me. I didn't get mad at you-"

"I didn't do anything wrong. There was no choice for you to be mad at me."

I let out a little scoff, "My point exactly."

It was silent for a moment, " I didn't do anything wrong, Frank. And you're a total ass if you think differently. Thanks for the ride." I opened the car door and got out quickly. There were hot angry tears forming and I wiped them away quickly as I dug in my pockets for my keys, once I found them I opened the door quickly and walked in.

I was sort of expecting my parents to be asleep, but unfortunately my dad was laying on the couch, watching tv. I avoided him as I walked towards my room.

"Olive? How was your night?" I kept ignoring him.

"Olive? Hey! Are you deaf? I'm speaking to you, young lady." I walked quicker and sniffed as I turned the knob for my room door. My stupid emotions were getting the best of me. Before I could get into my room and cry, my dad grasped my arm and made me face him.

" Did you not hear me-" His eyebrows rose. "Why are you crying, Olive?" I sniffed again before letting myself cry.

"What happened? Did someone hurt you? 'Cause I swear to god I'll kill them, just tell me who it was." I kept crying

"No one hurt me." I said while I wiped my eyes. Well, sure my feelings were hurt but it wasn't anything too serious. I was just a stupid hormonal teenage girl who was upset because she was having a fight with her stupid teenaged boyfriend.

"Its nothing really." I mumbled, looking up at my dad.

"That Iero kid and I need to have a talk."

"He didn't do anything, dad. I promise."

He groaned, "Then why are you crying?"

I shrugged, 'Just 'cause."

He rolled his eyes, "Girls." He looked down at me, "Now stop crying, pretty girls shouldn't cry." He kissed the top of my head and hugged me tightly. I laughed slightly,

"Now, I won't you let you go until you tell me what you made you upset."

"Ugh. Dad!"

"Come on, sunshine, tell me."

"Frank and I got into a fight and I just got upset. That's all."

"Oh, well. Stop being such a cry baby then." He kissed my forehead and pulled away with a grin. I looked at him for a moment or two,

"You aren't mad? I'm sort of expecting you to say something like 'I''ll kill him for blah blah blah.' " I tried to mimic his voice.

"Everyone has their ups and downs, Olive. It isn't a normal relationship if there isn't. You just need to find a way to communicate without making matters worse." He ruffled up my hair and I pulled away quickly, laughing softly.

We said our goodnights and then I was finally able to retreat to my room. I laid in bed and stared out the window, wondering what Frank was thinking at this exact moment. I closed my eyes and silently hoped that he would get over it by tomorrow because I couldn't take him being mad at me.