CAMPBELL, Carter A.

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full name carter austin campbell date of birth 12.03.90 home town los angeles, CA current city new york, NY education college drop out occupation photographer ________________________________________  I guess it all started after Lydia left, and Aspen had no one to go to prom with. Not in the sense that no one had asked - I mean fuck, look at her - but because the guy who had wound up jetting off for an out of state college interview at the last minute, and predictably all the reasonable guys already had dates by then. She was pretty torn up about it, and hey, who wants to see a pretty girl crying on prom night? So I took her. With Lydia's permission, of course. It was a dumb evening. My parents used to be famous, and despite the fact they moved out to fucking Salt Lake fucking City back when I was about five, their fame haunted all of us right through my teenage years. People at school were obsessed with the fact they'd seen movies with my dad in them, and their parents were even worse, constantly flocking to mine like they were fucking Brangelina and not washed up old B-listers. Anyway, I had a bit of a rep in school, so the whole evening people were whispering about us. Aspen enjoyed herself, but the initial ego boost of having lame small town kids talking endlessly about me had worn off, and I dragged her out of there early and took her home. So that was how Aspen and I started hanging out more, instead of her sometimes hanging around in the background when I was with Lydia. I asked her about school and she told me all the drama that went on with her dumbass friends, and we'd go to movies and grab coffee together, nothing major. Until one day, she asks me what it's like to be drunk. I'm serious, she was that naive! It was adorable. It was also way too tempting to corrupt her, this beautiful little blonde thing, so pure she reminded me of a Disney character. Obviously, I decided to get her as shitfaced as possible. It probably sounds like I'm proud of myself, but I'm not. I never set out to hurt Lydia. Shit, she's been my best friend since I was like ten. But Aspen's a real little Lolita. She played me as much as I played her. While we were both wasted in that church confessional booth, we were stone cold sober the times in my car, in my bedroom, in my dad's workshop... She couldn't get enough, and I could never make myself say no despite how much I knew I should. Eventually her mom got wind of it and then so did mine, and she made me tell Lydia. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. If I had one true love, it'd be Los Angeles, California. California in general, maybe, but LA especially. Like I said, my parents are both actors-- or were, anyway. My mom was a child star, the little girl on a popular sitcom that's completely unbearable and unfunny by modern standards, but much loved by her generation. My dad, he was a big deal. A bona fide movie star. All his movies might have been shit, but my mom was definitely more famous for marrying him than anything she ever appeared in. So she didn't get much of a say when he decided he didn't want to act any more, back when I had just been born. He hated it. Hated the attention, hated LA, hated the whole scene. He wanted to go back to his childhood in Utah, and I'll never forgive him for dragging me out there to grow up, I really won't. It was the worst thing that could have happened to my mom. 'Cause she loved all that shit, and even to this day she still thrives off being recognized, off ladies coming up to her in the grocery store and saying they loved her show. She's Audrey Hepburn in her own mind.  And my dad, he didn't know what to do with himself either. So he did what a lot of lost and lonely people do, and that's turn to drink. He's a real drunk, and not a nice one. This is a real shitty thing to say and I've never told anyone before, but when Lydia's dad died, I guess part of me was jealous. I couldn't stop thinking about how much easier life would be if it was my dad that just dropped dead, how much happier my mom would be.  Anyway, I moved out to LA a few months ago and I'm totally convinced that things would have been alright if they'd just stayed there. I'd never have got mixed up with the Masseys, my dad would never have had to drink his sorrows away, my mom would have thrived... but you can't rewrite what's already happened. ________________________________________ your name lex play-by andrew hulme member group visitor