"Why would I tell mom and dad? I don't even want to bring up weed to them. As far as they know, I don't even know what it smells like, and I like them thinking that. I only ever really tell on you if you tell on me cause fair is fair.. and we both know you always have, and always will be, the biggest tattletale in the country," Tatum scoffed, rolling her eyes as she took the joint back and inhaled sharply on it. "I'm just trying to help you cheer up because your girlfriend is out dancing with a.. handsome vegabond."

Slumping further against her chair, Tatum's head tilted back and she exhaled toward the ceiling before puffing again. "I really don't wanna go, dude. Mom didn't even send a dress or anything because I never told her it was happening.. neither did you, I guess, or she would have sent one. I dunno. I'm all wigged out about dances and shit now.. I didn't even really talk to Frankie about it. I dunno if she's going," she muttered.

Leaning forward to hold the joint back out to her sister, Tatum looked her over seriously. "You look cute. You should have like, asked Apple or somebody and just rocked it. You could take a boy, too."