Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 19:11:15 GMT -5
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ALEXANDER COOPER HARRISON
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---birth---
all ashton knew was that he wasn't all that happy about the baby growing in his mothers stomach. his parents both seemed to be overjoyed, but that meant that he was going to have to share the attention that he thought he was going to have just to himself for the rest of his life. he was five, and having to share a room and his parents was all too much for him. but, he heard mommy yelling from the dining room, and he knew what he had to do. grabbing the baby bag, he ran down the hall and helped his daddy put her in the car and take her to the hospital.
two hours later, jennifer was holding baby alexander cooper harrison in her arms, smiling wider than ashton had seen her smile in a long time. apparently, the baby made her happy, and that was all ashton really wanted. he loved his mother, and he knew that he would love whatever made her happy as well. which meant that if he needed to put up with a little brother, he would. it couldn't be that bad, could it?
jennifer and andrew harrison brought home their little baby boy, smiling and giggling. thankfully, he was a quiet baby, hardly making any noise on the ride home. at least ashton had that, right? the baby was quiet, and seemed to sort of like him. he had held onto ashtons finger the whole way home. the baby's hands were far too tiny to hold more than just a finger, but he kept a very firm grip on the little finger of five year old ashton harrison the whole way home.
---age five---
i really wish that you had just, stayed away! ashton screamed, stomping off from his little brother. alexander could already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. all he wanted to do was to spend some time with his brother. they had been in the backyard, playing around. ashton had just joined a lacrosse team, and he was showing alexander some of the different moves that they had learned. the team wasn't anything serious, just a recreational league, but ashton was really excited about it all. andrew was happy that his older son was playing sports, since that was something that andrew had always been passionate about. but, as soon as alexander started playing around with his brother, their father had rushed outside, grinning from ear to ear.
xander had no clue what was going on, but the more that his father talked, the more upset ashton became. apparently, xander was naturally talented with a lacrosse stick. his handling was superb and he could cradle better than anything andrew had seen. since andrew was also the coach from the recreational league, he had started rambling on about working with xander every day until he was old enough to play on the team. the whole time, he didn't even acknowledge that ashton was standing right in front of him, nor did he mention any extra practice that he would do with ashton. no, it was all about nurturing the talent that xander obviously possessed.
if he was being honest, he didn't even care about lacrosse. he had only picked up the extra stick because he wanted to play with his brother. he wanted to show that he could play like a big kid as well, and it seemed that his plan had backfired. instead of getting closer with his brother, he had only pushed him away. when their father had gone back inside to answer a phone call, xander let the tears fall down his face, sniffling at his older brother. he just let him stomp his feet and yell. lacrosse was supposed to be my thing, alex! and now i cant even have that. dad and i were supposed to be get really close and stuff and be able to talk about lacrosse for hours, and now that is all ruined, because of you and your stupid doodooface! snarling, ashton ran into the house, leaving all his lacrosse stuff on the ground. the next day, ashton told his father he was quitting the team, while andrew barely batted an eye at him, trying to find a stick that would be good enough for xander to use.
---age fifteen---
just like his brother, he had tried out for the lacrosse team at school, and had easily made the team. ever since the day that his father had seen him exhibit some odd talent for lacrosse, xander had no choice in playing. until he was in high school, his father made him play on multiple different recreational leagues. according to his father, he was a irreplaceable member of the team, while ashton was easily just an average player. though xander had tried to talk to ashton, it seemed that nothing would work. his brother refused to speak to him, and though xander would try any time that he could, ashton was just mean to him, pushing him down and making him feel terrible for things that he didn't have a choice in.
so, he was the star of their little house. his mother tried to deter their father from speaking about it in front of ashton, but he seemed like he had a constant barrage of questions for xander that just never could wait until they were alone. he had tried a couple times to talk to his father about what he was doing, but it seemed that andrew harrison just didnt notice what he was making ashton feel, and xander couldn't make him see it. well, at least he could try to. xander had tried to avoid the try-outs for the lacrosse team by pretending to be sick, but when he couldn't prove that he had a temperature, he was required to go. even with intentionally messing up the majority of the try-out, he still made the team, even making first string. it was the only thing that his father could talk about the entire time at dinner that night, and xander just felt himself sinking lower and lower into his chair, feeling the glare of xander. if looks could kill, xander would never have made it to high school. his brother didn't even get a chance to talk about what he had accomplished that day, which was actually a big deal. he had been accepted to a bunch of different schools, but all their father could focus on was the lacrosse team, and how xander could probably get a full ride to college his senior year.
---age eighteen---
just as his father had predicted, xander had gotten a full ride to a multitude of different schools for lacrosse. none of the family had heard from ashton in the last four years. he would be graduating with his bachelors degree the same time that xander would graduate from high school, which meant that once again, xander would be put into the spotlight, where he didn't want to be. he didn't like to be the center of attention. he just wanted to sort of, do as he wanted and get things done. he wanted to be good at lacrosse, but only because he was good at it, not because his father wanted him to be good at it. trying to fold his shirts, xander groaned as he looked around the room. things were mostly packed, since he would be going straight to his own university right after his brothers graduation. his brother was going to San Diego University, while xander was staying at school in New York. the lacrosse team started practice extremely early, which meant that he would spend his entire summer in a foreign state, with people he barely knew. he could pretend to be excited about it, but the reality was that he hated it. he wanted normalcy, and that never seemed to happen to him.
alexander! Do you have your small bag packed? dad is packing our car now and wants what you will need in new york. looking at the small bag, he opened the door and threw it down the stairs, hearing it hit the tile with a dull thud. there mom! turning his back, he continued to fold the last bit of his clothes and stuff them into boxes. most of his room had already been packed up and put into his own car. he would be driving to denver, following his parents, and while they drove home, xander would drive to his dorm. he was only excited about the idea of being away from home, but still close to his mom. he loved his mother and father, but he could only take so much of his father. even after ashton had left and never turned back, his father still didn't realize what he had done to his older son. he never realized that he drove ashton away, constantly making him feel inferior. well, at least xander would finally get away from it. he would be away from his parents, away from the pressure. he could sink or swim on his own in college and that was the scariest and most exciting thing that xander had ever thought about.
---age twenty---
slamming the phone down, xander tried to hold himself together. at least his roommate was out, and that was nice. he didn't want anyone seeing him like this. of course, something would happen when he was gone. it wasn't fair in the slightest. why his mother? she was the only thing that was holding the harrison family together, and now she was gone. drunk driver had taken her out, and she hadn't even made it to the hospital. the funeral would be the following week, and his father needed him to come home to help make the arrangements. which would mean that he would see his brother for the first time in two years. they had barely said a word to each other at his graduation, both just standing awkwardly and looking around. he had told his brother congratulations, and had asked him to pass the salt while they were at lunch. that was the only interaction the two brothers had with each other the entire time.
now, they would be seeing each other under different circumstances. would his brother be upset? well, obviously. but would he want xander to comfort him, or try to avoid his brother as he had done for most of his existence. he didn't know, but he was too distraught to really think about much of anything else. he could only think of the fact that the woman who had raised him, encouraged him to do things he liked to do, and kissed his scraped knees, was gone. he would never see her again. he would never be able to talk to her, hold her hand, or even hear her laugh. it was all gone, and nothing was going to be the same. he had called her the night before to tell her that he had finally picked a major. he was going to be a math teacher, high school. as well, he would hopefully coach lacrosse when he got a job. he was going to help, in the way that his father never had. he wouldn't push or press students to do something that they didn't want to do. he wanted them to be happy, and he would help them be happy.
well, possibly. he didn't even know if he would be able to graduate now. how was he supposed to go back to classes after putting his mother in the ground? well, he would get his answer soon enough. he knew the minute that he had gotten to his house, he would never be able to stay around. his father was drunk, screaming at ashton about how he was a disgrace. the funeral was in two days, and xander knew that he would only be home until things were settled with his mother. he and ashton both needed to get away from andrew. seeing the older man breeze past him, he heard him mutter under his breath that he would never forgive him. was everything that happened to ashton really his fault? he didn't know, but he didn't want to find out.
the service was lovely, and xander had kept his emotions in check. he knew that he would break down sooner or later, but now, he would keep himself in check around his father and ashton. he gave a small speech about his mother, listened to a bunch of people he hardly knew talk about how they were sorry for his loss. he didn't care, honestly. he wanted to get back to his room, being away from his father was the only way he was going to be able to get over the death of his mother. so, he packed his bag, changed out of his suit, and made the drive back to his apartment, telling his father that he wouldn't be back to visit.
---current---
it had taken him an extra year, do to getting behind after the death of his mother. but, he graduated with his degree, being offered a job at the local high school near his university. he had nothing anywhere else. at least he had made some friends at the school during his student teaching. so, why would he leave? he accepted the job, planning to start during the next school year. at least he was able to live alone with the money his mother had put away for him. after her death, he was finally allowed to start using it, and since his lacrosse scholarship paid for school, he used the money to pay for his rent and bills.
two years later, and he was still teaching at the same high school. he had made some friends with a couple of his colleagues, but still preferred to spend his free period in the library. though he never told anyone, he did enjoy to sort of sit down and read every once in a while. not too often, since it took time. literature was something that he never understood. at least math always had an answer. the way to get to it was always easy, and if you did it right, everyone would get the same answer. it wasn't like that in literature. there were many different ways to look at it, and many different ways that weren't always wrong. he loved his students, and loved the teaching atmosphere, but he knew that there was something missing, deep down..
all ashton knew was that he wasn't all that happy about the baby growing in his mothers stomach. his parents both seemed to be overjoyed, but that meant that he was going to have to share the attention that he thought he was going to have just to himself for the rest of his life. he was five, and having to share a room and his parents was all too much for him. but, he heard mommy yelling from the dining room, and he knew what he had to do. grabbing the baby bag, he ran down the hall and helped his daddy put her in the car and take her to the hospital.
two hours later, jennifer was holding baby alexander cooper harrison in her arms, smiling wider than ashton had seen her smile in a long time. apparently, the baby made her happy, and that was all ashton really wanted. he loved his mother, and he knew that he would love whatever made her happy as well. which meant that if he needed to put up with a little brother, he would. it couldn't be that bad, could it?
jennifer and andrew harrison brought home their little baby boy, smiling and giggling. thankfully, he was a quiet baby, hardly making any noise on the ride home. at least ashton had that, right? the baby was quiet, and seemed to sort of like him. he had held onto ashtons finger the whole way home. the baby's hands were far too tiny to hold more than just a finger, but he kept a very firm grip on the little finger of five year old ashton harrison the whole way home.
---age five---
i really wish that you had just, stayed away! ashton screamed, stomping off from his little brother. alexander could already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. all he wanted to do was to spend some time with his brother. they had been in the backyard, playing around. ashton had just joined a lacrosse team, and he was showing alexander some of the different moves that they had learned. the team wasn't anything serious, just a recreational league, but ashton was really excited about it all. andrew was happy that his older son was playing sports, since that was something that andrew had always been passionate about. but, as soon as alexander started playing around with his brother, their father had rushed outside, grinning from ear to ear.
xander had no clue what was going on, but the more that his father talked, the more upset ashton became. apparently, xander was naturally talented with a lacrosse stick. his handling was superb and he could cradle better than anything andrew had seen. since andrew was also the coach from the recreational league, he had started rambling on about working with xander every day until he was old enough to play on the team. the whole time, he didn't even acknowledge that ashton was standing right in front of him, nor did he mention any extra practice that he would do with ashton. no, it was all about nurturing the talent that xander obviously possessed.
if he was being honest, he didn't even care about lacrosse. he had only picked up the extra stick because he wanted to play with his brother. he wanted to show that he could play like a big kid as well, and it seemed that his plan had backfired. instead of getting closer with his brother, he had only pushed him away. when their father had gone back inside to answer a phone call, xander let the tears fall down his face, sniffling at his older brother. he just let him stomp his feet and yell. lacrosse was supposed to be my thing, alex! and now i cant even have that. dad and i were supposed to be get really close and stuff and be able to talk about lacrosse for hours, and now that is all ruined, because of you and your stupid doodooface! snarling, ashton ran into the house, leaving all his lacrosse stuff on the ground. the next day, ashton told his father he was quitting the team, while andrew barely batted an eye at him, trying to find a stick that would be good enough for xander to use.
---age fifteen---
just like his brother, he had tried out for the lacrosse team at school, and had easily made the team. ever since the day that his father had seen him exhibit some odd talent for lacrosse, xander had no choice in playing. until he was in high school, his father made him play on multiple different recreational leagues. according to his father, he was a irreplaceable member of the team, while ashton was easily just an average player. though xander had tried to talk to ashton, it seemed that nothing would work. his brother refused to speak to him, and though xander would try any time that he could, ashton was just mean to him, pushing him down and making him feel terrible for things that he didn't have a choice in.
so, he was the star of their little house. his mother tried to deter their father from speaking about it in front of ashton, but he seemed like he had a constant barrage of questions for xander that just never could wait until they were alone. he had tried a couple times to talk to his father about what he was doing, but it seemed that andrew harrison just didnt notice what he was making ashton feel, and xander couldn't make him see it. well, at least he could try to. xander had tried to avoid the try-outs for the lacrosse team by pretending to be sick, but when he couldn't prove that he had a temperature, he was required to go. even with intentionally messing up the majority of the try-out, he still made the team, even making first string. it was the only thing that his father could talk about the entire time at dinner that night, and xander just felt himself sinking lower and lower into his chair, feeling the glare of xander. if looks could kill, xander would never have made it to high school. his brother didn't even get a chance to talk about what he had accomplished that day, which was actually a big deal. he had been accepted to a bunch of different schools, but all their father could focus on was the lacrosse team, and how xander could probably get a full ride to college his senior year.
---age eighteen---
just as his father had predicted, xander had gotten a full ride to a multitude of different schools for lacrosse. none of the family had heard from ashton in the last four years. he would be graduating with his bachelors degree the same time that xander would graduate from high school, which meant that once again, xander would be put into the spotlight, where he didn't want to be. he didn't like to be the center of attention. he just wanted to sort of, do as he wanted and get things done. he wanted to be good at lacrosse, but only because he was good at it, not because his father wanted him to be good at it. trying to fold his shirts, xander groaned as he looked around the room. things were mostly packed, since he would be going straight to his own university right after his brothers graduation. his brother was going to San Diego University, while xander was staying at school in New York. the lacrosse team started practice extremely early, which meant that he would spend his entire summer in a foreign state, with people he barely knew. he could pretend to be excited about it, but the reality was that he hated it. he wanted normalcy, and that never seemed to happen to him.
alexander! Do you have your small bag packed? dad is packing our car now and wants what you will need in new york. looking at the small bag, he opened the door and threw it down the stairs, hearing it hit the tile with a dull thud. there mom! turning his back, he continued to fold the last bit of his clothes and stuff them into boxes. most of his room had already been packed up and put into his own car. he would be driving to denver, following his parents, and while they drove home, xander would drive to his dorm. he was only excited about the idea of being away from home, but still close to his mom. he loved his mother and father, but he could only take so much of his father. even after ashton had left and never turned back, his father still didn't realize what he had done to his older son. he never realized that he drove ashton away, constantly making him feel inferior. well, at least xander would finally get away from it. he would be away from his parents, away from the pressure. he could sink or swim on his own in college and that was the scariest and most exciting thing that xander had ever thought about.
---age twenty---
slamming the phone down, xander tried to hold himself together. at least his roommate was out, and that was nice. he didn't want anyone seeing him like this. of course, something would happen when he was gone. it wasn't fair in the slightest. why his mother? she was the only thing that was holding the harrison family together, and now she was gone. drunk driver had taken her out, and she hadn't even made it to the hospital. the funeral would be the following week, and his father needed him to come home to help make the arrangements. which would mean that he would see his brother for the first time in two years. they had barely said a word to each other at his graduation, both just standing awkwardly and looking around. he had told his brother congratulations, and had asked him to pass the salt while they were at lunch. that was the only interaction the two brothers had with each other the entire time.
now, they would be seeing each other under different circumstances. would his brother be upset? well, obviously. but would he want xander to comfort him, or try to avoid his brother as he had done for most of his existence. he didn't know, but he was too distraught to really think about much of anything else. he could only think of the fact that the woman who had raised him, encouraged him to do things he liked to do, and kissed his scraped knees, was gone. he would never see her again. he would never be able to talk to her, hold her hand, or even hear her laugh. it was all gone, and nothing was going to be the same. he had called her the night before to tell her that he had finally picked a major. he was going to be a math teacher, high school. as well, he would hopefully coach lacrosse when he got a job. he was going to help, in the way that his father never had. he wouldn't push or press students to do something that they didn't want to do. he wanted them to be happy, and he would help them be happy.
well, possibly. he didn't even know if he would be able to graduate now. how was he supposed to go back to classes after putting his mother in the ground? well, he would get his answer soon enough. he knew the minute that he had gotten to his house, he would never be able to stay around. his father was drunk, screaming at ashton about how he was a disgrace. the funeral was in two days, and xander knew that he would only be home until things were settled with his mother. he and ashton both needed to get away from andrew. seeing the older man breeze past him, he heard him mutter under his breath that he would never forgive him. was everything that happened to ashton really his fault? he didn't know, but he didn't want to find out.
the service was lovely, and xander had kept his emotions in check. he knew that he would break down sooner or later, but now, he would keep himself in check around his father and ashton. he gave a small speech about his mother, listened to a bunch of people he hardly knew talk about how they were sorry for his loss. he didn't care, honestly. he wanted to get back to his room, being away from his father was the only way he was going to be able to get over the death of his mother. so, he packed his bag, changed out of his suit, and made the drive back to his apartment, telling his father that he wouldn't be back to visit.
---current---
it had taken him an extra year, do to getting behind after the death of his mother. but, he graduated with his degree, being offered a job at the local high school near his university. he had nothing anywhere else. at least he had made some friends at the school during his student teaching. so, why would he leave? he accepted the job, planning to start during the next school year. at least he was able to live alone with the money his mother had put away for him. after her death, he was finally allowed to start using it, and since his lacrosse scholarship paid for school, he used the money to pay for his rent and bills.
two years later, and he was still teaching at the same high school. he had made some friends with a couple of his colleagues, but still preferred to spend his free period in the library. though he never told anyone, he did enjoy to sort of sit down and read every once in a while. not too often, since it took time. literature was something that he never understood. at least math always had an answer. the way to get to it was always easy, and if you did it right, everyone would get the same answer. it wasn't like that in literature. there were many different ways to look at it, and many different ways that weren't always wrong. he loved his students, and loved the teaching atmosphere, but he knew that there was something missing, deep down..
TYLER POSEY - LOCAL - WRITTEN BY COURTNEY