Fake Empire -The National
- Jarad "Jara" Coco
- likes: Kittens, The Food Network, books, pretty things, tea lights, bikes, cooking, scrabble, The National, poetry, baking, Bon Iver, beautiful words, exact change, the ocean, Regina Spetkor, elderly people, wine.
- dislikes: Poor grammar, loud music, large dogs, gossip, backstabbing, math, hand holding, bees, driving, swans.
- Little Miss Good-Two-Shoes here is the only girl in town that has never spoken a nasty word in her life, right? Haha. Jara has a secret. Hiding behind her perfect, blond family and luxe life, she has quite the liking for her parent's liquor cabinet. Jara's parents have always pushed her and her older siblings to be the best. Now that Jara's the only one still at home, she's become the focal point of her parents. She's constantly being told what to do and feeling like she's just not goo enough. She's starting to crack but a few glasses of wine never hurt anybody right?
- song: Fake Empire -The National
- Rosie Tupper
- taken by:toothlessdentist (hopefully)
Jarad "Jara" Coco
Paula Deen was licking the butter off her fingers and it was making me nauseous.
I patted a hand around, in a very uncoordinated manner, in search for the remote, accidently whacking Tilly in the process. She opened one eye and looked annoyed.
“I’m so sorry, my tilly-willy” I buried my face into hers then kissed the top of her head. She let out a satisfied purr then curled into a tighter ball.
I flopped back onto my pillows and willed my eyes to focus. I spotted the remote at the foot of my bed. I reached forward and aggressively clicked on the off button. The room went quiet and dark and I relished in it. My head was swimming; I swiped the nearly empty wine bottle from my end table then made my way out onto my balcony.
Everything felt very still, no wind, no noise. The sky was impossibly dark; I was probably the only person awake in La Jolla. I sat on one of the plushy wicker chairs and stared at the moon. It was so huge.
I closed one eye and shifted from side to side, it looked as if the moon were rocking in the sky.
Wow, I was drunk. I started laughing at the weirdness of my life. When did I become the girl who was drunk at 4 am by herself? I pushed myself out of the chair, momentum propelled me forward and I hit the railing.
“Ffuuc..Fudge!” I jolted and swayed backwards, my stomached ached immediately. I started twisting and turning, in what I imagine looked like the potty dance, to ease the pain. The bottle slipped out of my hand and went crashing down on the back patio.
“Shoot!” I leaned over the edge and closed one eye to focus better. I couldn’t see the bottle. Panic rose up in me, if either of my parents found it, they’d have my head. Without even thinking I swung one leg over the railing.
Six years of gymnastics had to be good for something right? My foot my made contact with the slanted room and I carefully brought my other foot over. I dropped down to my butt and scooted down the roof. I couldn’t help but laugh all the way down; I probably looked like a cat burglar or something. I managed to get myself to the edge. I leaned forward and peered down at the ground. How the heck was I supposed to get down? I closed one eye again; it was probably a fifteen foot drop. I wouldn’t die right?
Only one way to find out.
Clearly my better judgment was gone, I jumped somehow managing to turn myself around. I landed on my butt and smacked the back of my head off a huge vase that housed a ridiculous plant. I didn’t even feel the pain and I started laughing again. This was my life!
“Miss Jarad?” I abruptly stopped laughing Louisa, one of our housekeepers, was standing nearly ten feet away. Lousia was slight and very pretty and definitely the more passive one, I sent a silent prayer to baby Jesus that it wasn’t Maria who found me.
“…I dropped something…and then….fell. It’s fine though…I’m fine…no need to say anything to anyone.” I was rambling and picking myself up off the ground, trying to act as sober as possible. I got to my feet and started walking towards her. I spotted the smashed bottle, it seemed like she hadn’t. “Let’s go in the house, I’ll make coffee!” I was trying to get us inside; I could clean up the bottle later.
“Oh…okay. Are you sure you’re okay?” She looked as confused as anything but I knew she wasn’t going to ask any questions. I followed behind her as we walked in through the back doors. I tried to calm my heart beat, telling myself that everything was fine.
“Jarad Coco! What the heck are you doing out there at this hour! And what is that mess out of the deck?!” Oh crap. Maria wasn’t yelling but her tone was harsh. She was already on the move to the deck, broom and dust pan in hand.
“Oh Maria let me clean it up!” I was quickly following after her. I couldn’t let her see the smashed bottle! We were just about at the mess; I jumped in front of her, trying to block her view. “Maria, please. Let me clean it up.” I was begging.
“Jarad what is this about?” She looked around me and surely saw the bottle. Her eyes went wide and her face took on a knowing look.
“Maria please don’t say anything.” My voice was a defeated whisper.
“Get inside, take some Advil, and grab a cup of coffee and go up to your room. You’ve caught a cold. You stay in your room all day.” Her manner was stiff and she was strictly business. I let out a sigh; she was doing me the biggest favour ever. I turned to go back into the house. “You’ve got a life millions would kill for Jarad, remember that.”
Yeah, if only I could forget it.