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[26 Feb 2010|01:00am] |
Sometimes, a two story house that holds many televisions, radios, video games, two loving parents, and a housekeeper just isn't very entertaining for a child. Not when that child has no one to share anything with. Sure, being selfish is fun but for how long? How can one even begin to be selfish if they have no one to tell, "no! mine!" It just doesn't work. Sure, he could try doing things by himself, but when you're seven years old and fighting with yourself...you tend to get strange and worried looks from people. It's even worse when you're caught fighting with yourself in the boy's restroom at school. It was then that Michael and Samantha knew...Ashley needed a friend. Would it be a sibling? Oh, noooo it wouldn't be that. It'd be piano lessons, dance lessons, softball, boy scouts, anything and everything that would get him out with kids his own age. It wasn't the same but..it helped.
Ashley went through many different "lessons" before he found the one he liked. Voice lessons. And then when he got to dance as he sang? The kid was in heaven. Unfortunately, lessons had to cease after about a month. Ashley required the assistance of a private coach due to the fact that he didn't get along with the other kids there. No one wants a boy who gets up in other's faces, singing that he was better than they were because they smelled like his dog's butt. They also didn't appreciate when he'd push them away so he could stand in the middle of everyone. To him, he deserved the spotlight. And besides, wasn't this how kids acted towards their siblings? This was just like that...right? Duh.
Childhood in the 90s brought the discovery of pop music. Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys, Nsync, and all those others. This was perfect. All of them were doing something that Ashley believed HE could do. What was so hard about singing and dancing at the same time? He could even do the whole cute thing. He was only nine but just give him a few more years!
By the time Ashley made it to junior high, pop music had faded and emo was big. It'd taken him all of 7th grade to figure it out but he finally had. Girls were no longer impressed with his moves and voice. Boys still thought he was weird, but he was trying to make a mark in a movement that had already passed. Damn that young age of his! Even though he still loved pop music, he knew he had to move on. Then about three months later, it hit him. He was sitting in the cafeteria, watching kids on stage perform A Comedy of Errors. They weren't popular by any degree, but it looked like fun. And, hell, he could make it awesome. They needed someone like Ashley Eggleston, did they not?
By spring, Ashley was up on that very stage, marching as he yelled, "Yes, si. No, ma'am. Anything you say BOSS!" in a series of three small plays. This was home from now on. After that, Ashley knew he had to be in every single production that came his way. And he had to have the lead. Sometimes he got it, sometimes people were stupid and couldn't handle his GREATNESS and he didn't. Okay, fine. He could deal with that. Every amazing actor needs a break, right? Those times were his breaks.
But breaks were boring. Ash quickly signed up for sports and clubs once he was in highschool, somehow finding himself in football for 2.5 seconds. Being body slammed was not something Ashley enjoyed so quit, he did. Then the whispers started again. During his freshman year, Ashley had gotten into more fights than he could count. Kids were so cruel. How could they say things about him that weren't true? Then one fateful day, a beautiful blonde asked him to try out for cheerleading. Him? A cheerleader? Seriously? But...it had its appeal. He could flirt with the pretty girls while the same boys who had previously beaten him up could do nothing but watch while they got their asses smacked by another guy. Perfection in a lame looking cheerleading uniform.
The only bad thing about it was...all the girls thought the rumors were true. They thought he was gay. Well, shit. Now, how was that supposed to be fun?! Can't get the girl when the girl thinks you're practically like her! But..it could work for Ashley. And, it did. Ashley soon became a close friend to many girls and got to do things with girls that only other girls got to do. He got to go to sleepovers, chill in dressing rooms instead of sitting outside, practice giving each other make out tips. Heaven was really a place on Earth and it sat in the middle of Key West.
Not everything goes along as planned. Ashley's parents were confused and concerned because when some people were over, he seems..well, like the Ashley they usually see. But then when others are over, he's different. They're not sure what to make of it, but hearing their son talk about how he can't seem to get a date with the girl of his dreams one day and then about how he thinks some guy on the basketball team is soooo cute and girls make him want to hurl is troubling. Secretly, Michael wondered if it was because Ashley had found out that he'd had an affair with some random woman in town just a few months after Samantha found out she was pregnant. Maybe this was Ashley's way of punishing him? And Samantha thought that maybe he was just...confused.
Maybe.. they should have given him a sibling like he had asked when he was seven.
Fast forward to the present.
Ashley graduated, girlfriendless, though he was sure that he had been in love with a beautiful girl named Devi. Ever since the break up, Ashley found himself being a bit of a male whore, but had never been found out. Ashley played everything on the downlow, often still being friends with the girls he hooked up with. He spent a couple months at the university of Michigan, then withdrew to move to NYC. There, he spent his time going to audition after audition, his dream of being on Broadway, starting to fade away as he got rejection after rejection. Then Ashley got a phone call, an opportunity to be in a show in LA was tossed into his lap and he just couldn't say no. He'd be on a stage, even if it wasn't one in NYC. He'll eventually get back to Broadway. But for now? LA was his home.
Facts
 Ashley Michael Eggleston
Goes by Ash, Mike, Eggy, Egg, Egg man, hard boiled. He really doesn't care what he's called. Just as long as it's not someone else's name during sex.
October 8, 1990 // 19
Only son to Michael and Samantha Eggleston. Has a half sister, though.
Loves theatre more than air but not more than singing or dancing.
Will kill for a klondike bar. Okay, not really. But for a fruit roll up, he would.
Was once a cheerleader, but didn't get as much satisfaction as looking up girl's skirts as much as he thought he would.
Get shizzy.
Loves food entirely too much, but loves his body more so he only eats healthy food. Unless he needs to "comfort" a girl and then indulges in junk food.
Hates shopping, but loves looking good so he'll put up with the mall.
Often goes to NYC for random weekends to see Broadway shows.
Knows all of Britney's songs by heart.
Went as a "gift" for Halloween with a big tag around his neck that said, "To: Earth From : God" which is pretty much how he feels 24/7
Doesn't usually think before he speaks. He's not afraid to take advantage of situations or people, but later feels bad about it. Usually gets over it within the next hour.
Do.Not.Touch.The.Hair.
Do touch the abs.
Loves his old nintendo 64.
Wants a tattoo but is afraid he'll forever be tainted.
Storylines
tba later while i'm not feeling so lazy
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