From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 01:46 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Once they were settled behind the shrub, Tatum was already digging around inside of the cigarette case. She held a joint between her own lips, and passed a cigarette to Frankie, looking up as she spoke. "Tell her?" she echoed, a little sheepishly, as if it were the most absurd thing she ever heard. In all honesty, it had never crossed her mind. It wouldn't be worth it to listen to her step-mother lamenting every time she saw her for the next six months.. not to mention the tiff Sera would be in if she upset her precious mother.

"She doesn't care. It's not about what I want, is it? If it was, I think she'd ask me what I wanna wear. She thinks they're.. very cute," the redhead offered sullenly, lighting up the joint and inhaling thoughtfully. "I have no idea where she finds them. She must go in to Portland to do it, there isn't any place that sells dresses like these close by. Which I guess means I should appreciate the effort.. or something."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 02:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie rolled her eyes and took the cigarette, waiting for the lighter and tutting once it was lit.

"Well if she doesn't care then she's not a very nice person, is she? You should tell her that you're not a dress up doll and that you have your own style which makes you look lovely and not like a freshman."

She raised a challenging eyebrow at Tatum. "Or I will."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 02:10 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"She isn't always, but she's my mom," Tatum replied, watching Frankie smoking for a moment. "Well, she's not my mom, but she's.. you know what I mean. She's still my parent. She's family. I don't want to piss her off, it's just one night," she offered. Standing up for herself just never seemed like an option, and when she really thought about it, that probably started at home. She always did what her parents wanted, when they were watching.

She had always kept up appearances. They didn't even know she smoked, for christ's sake. She had no idea how she had gotten so good at hiding from them, everything from them, it was like second nature. Even if she was coming out of her shell more this year, old habits died hard.

When Frankie gave her that challenging look, Tatum paled quickly, coughing a little bit on some smoke. "Don't! Seriously, I don't care that much," she pleaded, even if it wasn't true. If anyone knew how miserable these dresses made her, it was Frankie. Lying to her was sort of pointless.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 02:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

It was annoying her that Tatum would put up with being uncomfortable just for her parents but then, maybe it was annoying because Frankie wouldn't. She could be so belligerent and it definitely didn't make life easy.

"Yes, I'll tell her she can stick her stupid dresses up her ass" Frankie mused out loud. "Then I might tell her that you're a raging homosexual since you'll never tell her."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 02:24 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum winced a little when Frankie said that, but tried not to betray any of it across her expression. She stayed straight faced, turning her head slightly to exhale shakily. "Fuck off, that's not even funny," she murmured, clearly sulking despite her best efforts to stay cool.

"You know what I'm like."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 02:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

It didn't even give her any satisfaction to ruin Tatum's night either, but now she was on a roll and wasn't about to stop anytime soon.

"Dear Mrs Donnelly-Rousseau, I'm sorry to tell you that Tatum has been checking out my tits since sophomore year and we often get high and dance around in our underwear" she sing-songed, biting her cheek.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 02:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum had been trying to remain serious, but she had to crack a very small smile. Despite the fact that Frankie was sort of being sort of a cunt, she was still getting pretty high, and it was hard not to find some fun in it. "Not that often," she muttered, holding out the joint to her and casually taking the cigarette from between her lips.

"We should have stayed home and done that tonight," she added, sighing a bit and taking a drag off of the cigarette. "But seriously, I'll tell her, just.. not right now. Like soon. Or I'll get Sera to tell her for me. Or something, I dunno."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 02:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

It was pretty chilly outside and Frankie stamped her feet to get some warmth into her bare legs. She accepted the joint and puffed, pulling the smoke back in after she has exhaled.

"You mean another night of pot and videogames?" She was spiting herself, she quite liked nights like that but it didn't make her feel any less grumpy right now.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 03:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum looked at her carefully, before turning her head a bit, crossing her arms over her chest. One hand still held the cigarette, and she took another drag from it, exhaling from her nose in a huff.

"Since when don't you like pot and videogames? If you wanted to do something else, all you have to do is say something," she muttered, hoping she was turned away enough that Frankie wouldn't see her scowl. She really didn't want to start something, but Frankie seemed to be riling to bicker with her.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 03:11 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I like pot" Frankie said defensively and passed the joint back without covering up her own scowl. "But videogames are stupid. Why not read a book? They're not repetitive and they don't give you bad eyesight" she sniffed, folding her own arms.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 03:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Videogames aren't stupid," Tatum shot back, equally defensive. She snatched the joint back, giving Frankie what was left of their cigarette and taking a long puff on the joint. "They're just as much of a work of art as any thing else out there. Have you seen Final Fantasy 13? Or even some of the other more cinematic RPGs out there? That shit is fucking brilliant. We're leaps and bounds from 8-bit, but even those are like.. classics."

She looked toward the brunette, frowning at her. "I read loads of books, it's not like videogames are the only thing I do. What's your problem tonight?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 03:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"No, I haven't seen Final Fantasy 13, whatever that is. I don't know what an RPG is and I don't care" she huffed, her lips forming a thin line.

"I haven't got a problem, what's your problem?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 03:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum shook her head, tensing the arms wrapped around herself and looking at Frankie seriously. "You're actually going to try to pull that? You've been pissy all night, like since before we even got here," she muttered, taking one last drag from the joint before throwing the roach onto the ground and stepping on it with the heel of her sneaker.

"If you didn't want to come, or you didn't like the dress, or you.. all you had to do is say so. You never talk to me lately. You couldn't even try to make the best out of this? I don't know what I did to piss you off, like.. do you want me to go change? What's the issue here?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 03:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie sighed and flicked her own cig into the night, muttering french profanities whilst Tatum spoke. Pissy indeed, she was just being normal.

"Why would you change for me? Or anyone? That's your problem, you never think for yourself" Frankie whispered harshly.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum stared at her, before turning her head away again. She stared into the woods instead, not wanting to look at her right then, and almost feeling bad about it. Things had been such smooth sailing so far, and she was used to people saying things like that to her.. but it was different coming from Frankie.

It hurt a lot more than anyone else saying it, even if it was the truth.

"Shut up," she muttered, not sure what else to say. She couldn't argue with her, partially because she was right, and mostly because it hurt too much. Her stomach felt knotted uncomfortably, and she gave her dress another yank up, trying to fight the urge to get too upset. Frankie didn't mean to be mean. Right?

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie was a little taken aback by Tatum's retort and laughed more out of shock than that it was funny.

"Did you just tell me to shut up? For real? Is this progress or something?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum didn't turn back to face her, arms still crossed, hands cupping her elbows. She stared straight ahead, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of any more reaction than that. "Yeah, I did," she snapped softly, swallowing hard. "As in shut up, fuck off, and stop being such a bitch to me. I didn't do anything wrong, so whatever you're pissed at Gray about or whatever it is you don't want to tell me about? Stop taking it out on me."

She regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of her mouth, and her stomach plummeted briefly, waiting for the backlash. She barely felt high anymore, and that was disappointing. This was really harshing on her buzz, and she just felt a little disoriented and annoyed.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie frowned and rubbed her forehead with her fingers before looking at the side of Tatum's head angrily.

"What has Gray got to do with anything? We had sex a few times and that's a big deal and means my life revolves around him? It's got nothing to do with him and it never will!" She trembled angrily on the spot and flicked her hair out of her face.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Well, excuse me for assuming," Tatum muttered, turning to face her finally, but keeping up her rigid stance. "Any other time you get in a fucking mood and act like an asshole, it's usually after you let him piss you off yet again. And then you go right back to him the next day. My bad for thinking this was probably the same thing," she continued, adverting her eyes slightly as she spoke.

She was silent for another moment, before blurting on. "You don't even care, you let him fuck you over time after time, and there's nothing I can do about it because I'm just a giant pussy who can't do anything for anybody. So yeah, I see you pissed off, I guess it's probably his fucking fault."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"That's not true" Frankie said a little unsurely before growing angry again.

"You don't even know him. He's got issues and it's not his fault" she muttered. "You just don't trust me! You think I'm going to run off with him like some stupid slut."

The high heels gave Frankie the height advantage and she looked down at the red head. "Sorry, but fuck you."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum almost backed down then, with Frankie looming down at her. But something about how she reacted only made Tatum more annoyed. How was she expected to think anything else when this was how she reacted when accused? It almost seemed a little guilty.

"How the fuck do you expect me to know him?" Tatum spat, trying to stay collected, and staring blankly back at the other girl. It was hard, harder not to break down, she had always been such a crier. "It's not like you've introduced us, he doesn't even know what grade I'm in! I had to do a fucking project with him, and he's like, totally clueless that I'm even alive in his class, and you don't find that a little retarded? I mean, aren't I your girlfriend? For how long now? And I don't even know your supposed best friend? That's your fault, not mine."

She took a breather for a moment, still unable to believe the things she was actually saying. This was bad, she wanted to take it back, but it kept coming. "So I think fuck you, Frankie. You make me not want to trust you, doing this.. shit! It's like I'm your little secret fag or something. Does he even know you have a girlfriend? Does he care? Wouldn't know! I don't know the fucking guy, you're right! Fuck," she sighed, exasperated, and turned away again. "Fucking fuck, I hate this shit."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"He's not retarded!" Her voice was getting louder and she couldn't really believe she was sticking up for Gray, as if he even needed defending.

"Also, excuse you, because you haven't even told your parents about me! Gray knows, he just doesn't care. You're being an idiot" she snapped, one hand on her hip and chewing the inside of her cheek. "It all comes out in the end" she said mysteriously.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Do you want me to tell them? Will that make you leave me alone about it? I'll fucking call them and tell them right now if you'll just.. stop. I don't want to do this," Tatum replied, her own voice rising more than she would usually allow. The only person she had ever spoken to like this had been Sera, but that was just.. routine, nothing like this.

"You're being just as much of an idiot as I am, you're just too stubborn to admit it," she muttered, sulking and dropping her head a bit, staring down at her sneakers, scuffing them gently in the grass. Her head lifted when Frankie spoke again. "What is that supposed to me? Is that like, a threat or something?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I don't think I can do this" Frankie shot back, giving her girlfriend a steely look.

"It's not a threat, I'm just saying you think I'm some big flat slut because I have more friends than you!" She turned away from Tatum and stared back at the dance hall.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

That stung. Tatum unknowingly mimicked Frankie, biting harshly on the inside of her cheek, trying to fight back any crying. It worked mostly, though she knew her eyes were welling up just the same, and she refused to turn back around. This was ridiculous, standing back to back like this in the middle of the commons, screaming at each other. When the fuck did that happen? She sniffed slightly, feeling more and more like crying the more she tried to hold it in.

"By all means, don't feel.. like, obligated or anything. I know it must be so hard for you to put up with me everyday, by the sounds of it," she murmured, sniffing again. "I don't care how many friends you have, and I never said you were a slut. I would never think that, I just.. don't know where I am on your priorities. Okay?"