Make Me Better

The next morning, I spent a couple moments trying to figure out what to do. Should I try and talk to Frank? Or should I just leave it up to him? He was being the stubborn one after all, not me. If he was stubborn, that meant he wouldn't try and talk to me. I sighed to myself as I slipped on some shoes. I guess it was up to me, hopefully Frank wouldn't be so mad today.

"Hey, Olive." My mom smiled. She was in the kitchen making pancakes, my dad was leaning against the counter, eating cookies.

"Hi, mom." I replied. My dad looked over at me quickly, a small smile appearing on his face, "Going to see Frank?" He asked. I nodded. My mom hummed to herself as she turned on the stove,

"Ok, be careful, honey." She smiled over at me. I stood there for a moment, staring at both my parents. The way dad's eyes lit up when my mom would look at him. Or the way my mom would blush when my dad would smile at her. Then they ruined it by kissing,

"Ew, oh god. Ew!" I mumbled, turning around quickly to leave the kitchen. I grabbed a jacket and headed out.

I knocked about five times before the door finally opened, "Hello, Mrs. Iero." I smiled. She laughed slightly,

"That makes me sound old, Olive. I would prefer it if you called me Linda."

I nodded, "Yes ma'am!" She laughed again and rolled her eyes playfully,she grabbed my arm softly and pulled me into the house. It was warm and it smelled like coffee. I slid my jacket off my shoulders slowly,

"Frank's in his room. Probably still asleep," She shook her head slightly, "You're more than welcome to go wake his lazy ass up."

I nodded, "Will do." I tried not to be nervous as I walked into Frank's room. It was messier than usual. His clothes were scattered across the floor along with random papers. I looked over to his bed, where he was sleeping, his mouth opened slightly. As I walked closer, I could tell he was drooling. It was quite cute, but I didn't come here to admire his beauty.

I cut right to the chase, "Wake up." I shook his arm slightly. He only stirred. I shook him harder this time, resulting in him turning his body away from me.

"Frank, I'm off to work now! See you later!" Frank's mom said from downstairs, even that didn't wake him up.

"Get up." I poked his shoulder. He groaned and rolled over quickly, his eyes met mine, he seemed a bit confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"We have to talk..." I trailed off, "About stuff." He rubbed his eyes before sitting up slightly, propped up on his shoulders.

"What do you mean?" His voice sounded tired and drained. I rolled my eyes, was he really trying to play dumb with me right now?

"About yesterday." I stated angrily, It wasn't my intention to sound so mean but the fact that he was owning up to our problems, pissed me off just a tiny bit, "And how you find it ok to be mad at for doing nothing. You're kind of a hypocrite, Frank. If the shoe was on the other foot, I would have heard you out, and you know I would have dropped it. You're holding a grudge against something that isn't there. Maybe Cooke deserved to get his ass kicked, but you can't be mad at me about worried for him. It isn't fair. " My voice cracked slightly as the end, I was hoping that he didn't hear it.

It was quiet, absolutely quiet. I let out a tiny groan, "Why aren't you saying anything? Look, I won't say I'm sorry 'cause I'm not. You can't be mad at me for something I didn't do. It isn't my fault I have feelings and felt a tad bit worried for Cooke."

"I know, I know. I came home and beat myself up over it. I know you didn't do anything but its just... I don't know. I hate you seeing you with that guy. The fact that he kissed you just made matters even worse. I...." He scratched the back of his neck, "I'm sorry."

I gave him a look, "Promise?"

He chuckled, "Yes. I was overreacting. That guy just brings out the worse in me. I know I shouldn't have gotten mad at you and I didn't mean to. I was still a bit pissed off and I was being arrogant. I'm sorry, really."

I sighed, "Good. 'Cause I couldn't stand you being mad at me." His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me onto his bed. I laid ontop of his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry about Cooke." I said into his chest.

"Yeah, me too."
I leaned up to kiss his cheek. As embarrassing as it sounded, Frank looked so sexy. His hair was messy in a cute way, his smile wide and his eyes a bit tired.

"What?" He raised his eyebrow. I blushed and buried my face into his neck. I left small kisses on his neck as he his grip tightened around my waist. I nibbled on a piece of his skin, he let out a small sigh, causing me to smile.

"W-w-what are you doing, Oli?" He asked, pulling me away from my neck. I frowned, a bit embarrassed. What was that supposed to mean?

"Umm.." I said, slowly, "Kissing you?" He sat up so that our faces were inches apart. His eyes didn't look very tired anymore, instead they had gotten bigger, filled with something else. I wasn't going to wait any much longer, I pulled his face closer to mine and smashed out lips together. I pushed him back down on his bed, he stared at up at with hungry eyes.

"What are you up to, Oli?" He asked. I only shrugged before I went back to kissing him. I bit his lip and nibbled on his piercing, Frank growled and pinned me down onto the mattress in a swift moment.

"Oli-"

I whined, "Less talking, more kissing." He laughed and luckily, he obliged. This time he was in control, he bit down on my bottom lip and I let out a small groan. His tongue traced my lips and I opened my mouth slightly. Our tongues pressed against one another. In the back of my head, I was going insane. I've never really kissed Frank like this before. Sure, it happened a couple times but I had never really gotten a chance to get used to it.

I started to feel all tingly inside and the kissing wasn't doing anything but irritate me. I pulled away slightly.

"What?" he asked, he looked a bit worried as he searched my face for an answer. I shook my head,

"Nothing." He nodded slowly, instead of kissing me again, he went to leave bite marks on my neck. I ran my hands through his dark hair as he kissed my throat. He lingered there, stuttering slightly as he kissed just above my hemline. A sigh escaped my lips as his hands went up my shirt, his hands were cold as they slithered across my stomach. He pushed my shirt up so that it was right under the bottom of my bra. He left kisses on my stomach and all I could do was squirm. My mind was clouded and I knew one thing, I didn't want Frank to stop. My mind was getting hazy. I was still feeling a bit doubtful. What exactly were we doing? The bigger question was, was I ready to let things go further. Sure, at the moment I wouldn't mind. But maybe that was only because I was so caught up in the moment.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Frank taking off his shirt. I stared at his bare chest before looking down at my shirt, which was still pushed up over my stomach. I sat up slightly and pulled my shirt over my head. Frank and I made eye contact and he was smiling slightly, which only made me feel self conscious.

"What?" I snapped.

"You're pink." He reached over to brush a hand against one of my cheeks.

I stayed quiet for a moment before finally responding, "Its your fault." I placed both my hands over my warm cheeks.
He pecked my lips, "Its cute."

It surprised me that I wasn't exactly freaking out because I was in bra in front of Frank. It also surprised me that I cared less when he unbuckled my pants, I was actually starting to get a little eager. I shimmied out of my pants and kicked them onto the floor. Before I knew it we were both half naked. And the biggest surprise was; I didn't mind at all.