Crazy/Beautiful [Zooey]

[parker dior elle]

Park Dior
Hell is so close, and heavens out of reach

“Pass me the bottle.”

Parker’s petite hand clumsily groped the bottle of vodka as some unknown party goer handed it her way. She was smashed, and not a good kind of smashed. Not the fun loving, lets have a good time ‘Parker’ smashed. She was ‘I might do something life threatening and really stupid’ smashed.

The alcohol burned the back of her throat as she took a big swig. She scrunched up her face and shook her head for a second trying to ignore the pain. A few of her ‘friends’ laughed. She honestly didn’t know anyone here. Someone had posted a myspace bulletin about free alcohol and asked if she’d come and play a few songs. She had left her guitar in her car and the second she walked in to the party she was handed a drink and just blended into the crowded. She mingled of course, flirting with anyone and everyone. The more she drank, the more obscene her lines became.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her ass and she turned quickly to see who it was. The sudden movement made the earth spin and her vision blur. She hear a deep voice whisper cheesy lines.

“Piss off.” She slurred as she drunkenly pushed the stranger away. Where are my car keys?. She staggered out of the kitchen that most of the party goers had been hang out in and leaned against the wall as she stumbled down the hall. It was easy to spot her leopard print jacket amongst the other coats on the bed. She fell forward and laid there for a second trying to keep the world from spinning. “Ugh.” She groaned taking another big swig from the bottle she still clutched. She felt for her keys inside her jacket pocket. Victory! The rigid feel of metal against her brightly painted nail only meant on thing; keys! She set the bottle down on the floor as she attempted to put her jacket on. Key word: Attempted. She fumbled with the thing for a good five minutes before actually getting it on.

Bottle in hand she staggered down the hallway. She didn’t really have to linger to say goodbye to anyone so she let herself out. She paused at the top of the stairs and glanced down at her five inch heels. There was no way this was going to work. There was a soft ding to her right and she glanced to catch sight of an elevator. Why hadn’t she used it on her way in?

Inside the elevator smelled like vomit and old shoes. It was disgusting. She scrunched up her face and downed a large portion of the bottle. She wasn’t a light weight. She had been drinking for far too long and had quiet a tolerance for alcohol. The bottle was half way empty with the doors finally opened and a rush of “cleaner” air filled her lungs. She drunkenly hobbled through the front lobby and out the front door and was greeted with a great rush of warm summed air. She leaned against the brick building and ventured into her other pocket. Inside was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Without much grace, she with drew a cigarette and held it between her pale pink lips. It took much concentration to hold the lighter still enough for her to get a light.

“Son of a! Just light, god damn it!” She swore allowed. Finally it lit. “Thank you!” There honestly was no reason for her to be talking allowed but she did it anyway.

Cigarette in one hand, bottle of vodka in the other, she meandered her way down the sidewalk. There were a few people out but most of them were young adults venturing off to the local night club or band scene. She slowly glanced to her right admiring Central park. She knew better then the venture there at this hour. She’d only find coke dealers or kids on speed. She use to be- she was one of them. As much as she tried to hide from her past, it usually caught up with her.

She downed the rest of the vodka nearly choking as her body tried to reject the burning alcohol. She wasn’t kind to her body, she didn’t care at the present moment. She tossed the empty bottle toward the park where it landed with a loud smash. She grinned at the tiny shards of glass as they glistened in the moonlight. What an unusual sight of beauty. She shoved her free hand into her pocket and with drew her keys. Where did she park the damn thing? Around the corner maybe? Was it two or three blocks over? Damn it!

She took a right at the corner and proceeded her way pressing the alarm button hoping it would trigger her car. She could tell it was going to be quiet an adventure just to find her damn car.

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[zooey brandon elle]

"i have enough to do,"

Someone with a mind like Zooey's didn't sit around at night and watch TV. No, she was much too restless for that. As she sat at home, wondering where Parker was and when she would be home, Zooey was in her room remaking her bed over and over to try and find a nicer way then the classic style. She tried putting the blankets upside down, from the bottom up, and then diagonally. Noting seemed to work, so as she stood at the foot of her bed with her finger on her chin, she observed how she had it at that moment. The pillows were lined up along the sides of the bed and the comforter was placed in a diamond shape underneath them. Shaking her head, she knew she could do better then that. Finally an idea hit her when she saw outside her window at the buildings and clubs far off in the distance. Clubs had cool seating, and sometimes fountains. Would that have made sense to anyone else? Probably not. But as she started working, her tongue stayed neatly placed between her teeth, as her lips twisted around in concentration.

Stepping away from her creation, she smiled. It had worked quite nicely. Her blanket stayed in a diamond shape, the colour contrasting with the fitted sheet colour that stuck out at the corners. In the middle of the bed the pillows were placed in a circle erected to the ceiling. It looked like one of the chairs that went all the way around with the back rest in the middle. It was more like a bench actually. And the design was simimilar to a fountain design as well. Nodding her head, she was finished. Although the next day she would probably change it again. With so many possibilities, who could stick to one? Walking out of her room, Zooey passed her maid and stopped her. After thanking her for all her help, she dismissed her for the night. It was late and no one should be at work that late. Walking into the kitchen, Zooey once again come to the reality that Parker wasn't home. Where did she go? She couldn't recall, and even if Parker had told her, she would have probably been too concentrated on something else to even hear her. Regretting her lack of focus on more then one thing at a time, she sighed as she leaned on a counter. Running her hands along the marble that held so many little designs, she decided to go out for a walk and see if she could find her sister. Hopefully she was okay.

Ever since Parker had troubles with drugs and alcohol, Zooey worried for her all the time. Zooey had been the same for a while, and knew it was a bad decision. Still, she did drink and the problem could easily inflate if she wasn't careful. Grabbing her keys and a purse, Zooey stuffed them inside without even looking at her appearance. As she left the apartment, giving a quick wave to her cat, she was outside. Not even realizing that she was wearing skinny jeans, a knee length flowery dress with a neon orange purse, she started walking in the direction of downtown. Knowing Parker, and her ways, she might be down there. Plenty of parties could be going on, she might be there. The brunette passed many things. Homeless people, taxis, alleys, parked cars and garbage. All of it was ugly, disgusting, gross, and yet it was home. Not exactly like LA, but now it was the one place she loved the most. It was funny how a city like that could worm its way into someone's heart. The fast pace, and the millions of different people each different in how they lived their lives. Looking up at the sky, Zooey smiled at the blackness. With all the lights that the city projected, not a star was in sight. It was sad, yet so beautiful in it's pity.

She didn't know how long she was walking, thinking about how everything was unique and interesting it it's own way, but she had reached central park. Since she hadn't seen any sign of Parker yet, why not take a walk and check the park? Even in the cover of darkness, the beautiful park was a sketchy place. NY was nothing but. Passing bench after bench, tree after tree, Zooey came up to follow a girl in about 5 inch heels. With the leopard coat on, her sister was hard to miss. When she saw the bottle and ciggy in her hand, Zo's heart fell. Her poor, stupid sister. She really had a problem and Zooey worried about her. Why did she continue with it? Yes, it was very hard to stop. Zooey knew that very well, but why couldn't she seek help? Rushing up to her, she didn't want to startle her. So she started calling her name before she reached her. Parker! As she caught up to her, she placed a hand on her shoulder. How long would she have to be a parent to her? She would have to cope on her own someday. Parker Dior, what the hell is up with you?

[parker dior elle]

Park Dior
Hell is so close, and heavens out of reach

The constant ‘click clack’ing of Parker’s heels on the pavement soon became like a heart beat in her head. The head ache was a quick rush and it hurt like a bitch. She took a long drag from her cigarette placing a pale hand to her glittery eye. She had gone a little out of the box with her make up tonight, but when else was she not going out of the box. She pressed the button on her key chain one more time and was pleased to hear a loud ‘BEEP’ ahead of her.

“Lucy I’m home!” She said victoriously finding her car.

Parker!

Parker knew that voice, and that tone anywhere. She could be deaf, and still some how manage to hear her sisters voice when she was in trouble. She stopped dead in her tracks taking a long drag of her cigarette.

Parker Dior, what the hell is up with you?

She let out a deep sigh, the smoke trailing out from her pink lips. She lingered for a moment before turning to face her sister. She was a walking disappointment, she knew it. But now she was going to hear about it. The lectures, so many lectures from so many people all telling her the same thing; grow up and clean up. The growing up part she didn’t mind, mommy and daddy didn’t have to pay for everything but the cleaning up part she seemed to struggle with. One moment she would be completely fine, the next she was ‘falling off the wagon’ and no where near getting back on.

“Zooey or shall I say Miss. Elle.” She said finally turning to meet her sharp stare. “I’m sorry professor my paper will be in your hands by next week, until then.” She turned away heading towards her car. She loved teasing her sister about being a teacher at the same school she attended. This was the girl she ate sand with in the sandbox and people now expected her to ‘treat her like any other teacher’. Sorry, not after living this life and in their house hold.

She paused a few feet from her car, rolling her eyes and looking back

“I’m just a little drunk, met up with some people, I’m sorry I didn’t call you, leave a note or something mom, next time I will.”

She stood beside her car struggling to put the key into the lock to unlock her car. The power locks had stopped working for a while and she had yet to get it fixed. It took all of her will power to concentrate and focus on the key hole. Everything had quiet a vapor trail to it since she was so intoxicated.

“go in the hole ball!” She muttered stabbing at the lock. She was clearly too drunk to drive, but too drunk to choose other wise.

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[zooey brandon elle]

"i have enough to do,"

Zooey or shall I say Miss. Elle. From that, Zooey could tell her tone was bitter. Raising one eybrow, she could smell the stench coming from her sisters breath. Smoke and alcohol, that was wonderful. All of this partying and mixing of toxic chemicals was going to get her killed. She was only in her early twenties! Why did that sound familiar? Zooey had a problem as well, but inthe help department, she was doing better. That was why she knew what Parker was through, and she was probably the best person to help her out. Sisters, friends (sometimes) and fellow addicts, in a way. Zooey still fell off the wagon as some people would say. Eyeing the bottle in her sister's hand, Zo swallowed. She loved vodka, but now was not the time. She knew that, so she stepped back from Parker in order to get out of arms reach of the bottle and also get away from her sisters smell.

Controlling herself like that was what Parker had to try and do. As soon as she was sober, Zooey wanted to talk to her. I’m sorry professor my paper will be in your hands by next week, until then. Scowling, Zooey was shocked. For many reasons, one being that she hated the reminder she was Parker's sister. After years of trying to make them equals, she was superior again. At least in school. The second reason was at times like this, Zooey didn't think of herself as a teacher at all. Just a sister, sometimes like a mother. Third, how come Parker would even think of it when she was drunk at a time like this? Shaking her head as Parker walked away, she followed slowly. Like she was going to leave her alone like this. And she had driven here! Zooey realized as Parker was walking to her car. Did she really think that she could drive afterwards?

Zo followed her slowly, in a way trying to show her the consequences of what she was doing. Stumbling, headaches, pain, and confusion were what she brought on herself. Even thinking of this now, Zooey realized how stupid she had been with the same things. I’m just a little drunk, met up with some people, I’m sorry I didn’t call you, leave a note or something mom, next time I will. Shaking her head again, Zooey looked at one of the things in dirty pretty New York City that was disgusting, but by no means beautiful. Parker just looked sad. She was such an amazing girl, so pretty and talented, didn't she see what she was throwing away? A little drunk? Zooey questioned, placing her arms across her chest. Hm. At the mom comment, she just ignored it. Because is she had of denied it, she would have been lying. She had become like a mother to her sister. And no note? Thanks a lot Park, and thank the universe I found you. Catching up to her when she stopped, Zooey looked at her with a solemn face. Then she started walking up to her car door.

Zooey almost laughed, but stopped herself. She thought she could drive? If she was found like this by any police, she would be thrown into jail for how drunk she was. Go in the hole ball! Stepping up to Parker and where she was probably scratching the car with her keys, and grabbed them from her forcefully. She was driving, not Parker. Go to the other side, She practically growled. She sounded the way she did because she was angry, but also because she was sad and disappointed in herself and Parker. She should have been paying more attention to her, helping her, hanging out with her... Like a sister. The younger Elle needed help. Zooey had overcome her problem so there was hope for Parker. But deep down, Zooey knew she still had her demons.