Make Me Better

"You look different." Were the first words that came out my father's mouth as I stepped inside the house. I gave him an incredulous look and shook my head, hoping to hide my nervousness.

"What?" I gave a small laugh, "Stop being crazy." He put his hand under his chin, glancing me over. I awkwardly looked back, his eyes met mine and for a moment I felt as if he knew what I did. His eyes widened and then he frowned, "I can't put a finger on it, but there's something different about you, kid."

How the heck was there something different about me? I had sex with my boyfriend but I doubt that made your appearance change in any way.

"You're getting old, pops." I patted his shoulder as I walked away from him. If my dad thought there was something different about me then my mom would probably know off the bat. She was in the living room, reading a book, a hand on her round tummy.

"The baby's kicking." She murmured when she felt my presence.

"Cool." I nodded.

"We're going to find out the gender soon. Your father really wants it to be a boy, but I have a feeling it's a little girl." She finally looked away from her back, she turned her head slightly to look at me. I was about to walk away, but she stopped me. She was off that couch in a quick second.

"Mom! Be careful!"

"Yeah, Ellen. Be careful!" My dad yelled from somewhere in the kitchen. I chuckled softly, but abruptly stopped when my mom started to push me into my room. My dad stood in the hallway, eyeballing us.

"Where are you two going?" He asked.

"Stop being nosey! Jesus lord." My mom said quickly. I would have tried to wrestle myself free from her grip, but I didn't to risk the chance of hurting her.

"Olive! You had sex with Frank! How dare you not come to me first. I know you love him and he loves you too but you should have come to me, honey. You can't go off and have out of nowhere sex with your boyfriend, its unsafe!" She shook her head. I was still in shock, total shock. How did she know? Did I have 'I had sex earlier,' written on my forehead?

"Um, sorry?" I mumbled, "We um… we used protection. So, don't worry." I had my hands over my cheeks, covering the deep blush that had appeared. She rolled her eyes,

"Those aren't always effective! You're a teenager, Olive. You shouldn't even be having sex, really. But I won't tell you not to because it isn't anything bad. You just need more protection like, birth control. Condoms can break and birth control can't always prevent a pregnancy but its good to have both. I just don't want any unexpected pregnancies, ok? So, we have to figure out some sort of contraception for you."

Ugh, god. Why was this happening to me. "How did you even know?" I asked slowly, almost reluctantly.

She laughed, "Oh, come on, Olive. I'm your mother, I know everything!"

"That's scary."

"Just be happy your father doesn't have the gift. He would have went to go shoot Frank in his sleep, and then probably quarantine you in your room."

"Yeah," I mumbled, "you won't tell him, will you? It wasn't like it was forced or I felt inclined to do it. I wanted to and I don't regret it. I'm just still a bit embarrassed and I feel awkward."

"I won't. He'll go on a rampage." She sighed, "Well, that's normal. When I did it with your father-"

"Mom," I covered my ears, "no!"

"I'm just trying to help you out."

"Talking about you and dad doing it is not helping. It makes me want to cut my ears off."

She laughed, "Fine. Its normal, though. To feel that way. I felt that way for a while, sex is an embarrassing thing if you're doing it for the first time. It'll start feeling natural when you do it with the person you love.

"Hey," My dad swung my bedroom door open, "what are you guys doing?"

"Talking." My mom put her hands on her hips, sending playful glares towards him. He groaned and walked into the room,

"About what?"

"Nothing." I answered quickly.

He raised an eyebrow, "I'm on to you guys. You better not be talking about me behind my back." He glared at my mom and then at me.

"Get out!" Mom pointed to the door, my dad smiled at her before leaving.

"Anyway, I'm going to shower and then go to sleep." I told her. She nodded, she started to walk about but not before embarrassing me,

"My baby is becoming a woman."

"Ugh! No!" I heard her laughing as she walked out the door.

Was it right to feel awkward after you actually did 'it.' Because I was really nervous, like beyond nervous. I was sitting with Lindsey, she was playing something on her bass, while I flipped through a magazine. The guys were downstairs, but I hadn't seen Frank since yesterday. I was sort of putting it off because I didn't know how to act. I shook my head slightly, what was I thinking? It wasn't that big of a deal, right? Lots of people have sex, all the time, actually. But why was I feeling so weird about it?

"What's on your mind, Olive Oil?" Lindsey asked. I looked up from the fashion magazine.

"Ok! But promise not to tell!" I stood up quickly.

"Whoa! Usually I would have to beg for you tell me, but ok, ok. Go ahead." She patted the spot next to her. I sat down and explained my situation quickly.

"So, did you feel that way after you and Gee did it for the first time?" I asked.

She shook her head, 'No, not at all. But I guess you're just way shyer than I am. It's ok, Olive. Lots of girls probably feel that way after."

"I don't want to feel this way, though! Its like having a crush that you don't want to be around because you know you'll make a complete fool out of yourself."

"What are you so worried about?"

"I really don't know. What if Frank feels the same way?"

"I bet he doesn't."

"You aren't making me feel any better." I frowned.

"Guess you should just keep having sex until you don't feel awkward about it." She shrugged, smiling softly as she set her guitar down, "Actually, that's a great idea! Go get Frank and screw his brains out."
My eyes grew wide, "I'm not experienced enough to screw someone's brain out."

Olive, you'll be fine." She tugged on my hand as she tried to lead me out the room, truth was I didn't want to leave, because that I meant I had to face Frank. My stomach turned and flopped, I tried to calm my nerves but it all went down the drain when Frank jogged up the stairs from the basement, a small smile on his lips as he spotted me. I looked away, staring down at my feet.

"Hey." He kissed my cheek and I smiled up at him slowly. I guess he could sense my hesitation because he frowned slightly and he raised his eyebrows in confusion,
"Something wrong, Oli?"