Aubrey Carson

You know how some students would get comments in their report cards growing up like ‘is a pleasure to have in class’ or ‘follows classroom rules well’ - well that wasn’t Aubrey Carson. That’s okay though because you know the phrase ‘works well with others’ and ‘is a gifted writer’ well … no actually neither of those were Aubrey either. You’d think it would be to look at her, the perfect little blonde southern bell, big blue eyes wide, skipping into school with her hair in pigtails tied with pink ribbons, but the girl was nothing short of a terror. Not in a nasty way, just in an ‘anything that comes into her head will come out of her mouth’ kind of way, and that was something she’d never grown out of. 

Born in Virginia she was the middle child in the Carson family, sandwiched between a girl and boy on either side of her. An older of each, a younger of each, and then Aubry smack bang in the middle like a sitting duck ready to cause chaos at a moment’s notice at any boring family gathering. Never one to conform she was constantly coming home with scraped knees the day before the pageant her mom had spent weeks training her for. Well, training was too strong of a word in her opinion, it was more just the older woman barking orders at a petulant child who wanted to be splashing around in the kiddy pool in the garden with her siblings. Still, it was a continuous source of disappointment to Mrs Carter when not only was her daughter not particularly good in school she also wasn’t anything special on stage. It ended up suiting Aubrey however because eventually her mom gave up on her entirely which made it much easier to slip under the radar. 

With no real sense of direction in her life once she graduated high school (just scraping through) she skittered around from part time job to part time job, never taking any of them very seriously or lasting very long. Either she would quit because she was bored, or the establishment would get bored of her turning up late for shifts and dismiss her as kindly as they knew how. It’s what prompted her to go on a road trip with a couple of girlfriends when she turned twenty three for what was meant to be a fun trip for a couple of months before she came back to actually knuckle down seriously trying to sort out her life. Only she never went back. Not that she went missing or anything, god no nothing like that, she just realised that thousands of miles away from home her parents nagging expectations were a lot less effective. Plus along with the blistering heat there was also a beach, which was never a bad thing. 

Her friends left to go back to Virgina when they reached the west coast as planned but Aubrey stopped in Aurora Bay instead, a stones throw away from LA without having the same astronomical cost of living - even if it still wasn’t cheap, it was … plausible if she kept control of her take out habit. Getting a job in the Oasis nightclub working behind the bar she rented a studio apartment in the Ocean Crest Apartments and settled into her new life quite nicely, enjoying the relaxed nature of it compared to the more stuffy southern atmosphere she’d grown up in. After all Aubrey would much rather do something stupid but make those around her laugh and end up with a good story in the process than conform to every kind of societal standard thrust upon anyone with the audacity to be born into the human race. 

Alongside her job working behind the bar at Oasis part time she was also nanny to four year old Michelle Lucci, who she had come to adore as if she was her own sister.  She was gradually teaching the little girl different ways tear down the patriarchy through a mixed and varied curriculum of Taylor Swift lore, challenging gender norms, deconstructing the sexual division of labor, and combating assumptions about showing emotion being a weakness. You know, just casual things. 

Prioritising joy over seemingly everything else it did leave the woman as someone who appeared pretty frivolous from the outside but truly she was anything but. Just preferring to see the people around her smiling instead of crying, not that she couldn’t have a sharp word or two when the occasion arose. Aubrey just knew that time spent crying was time wasted, and you can trust her on that because she did enough of it growing up as she was wrestled against her will into glittery patent dresses. Ignoring the animosity that followed by being shunned when she come out as gay in her traditional southern all girls high school when she was only fifteen it was seemingly from that moment on she truly learnt how to apply the phrase ‘water off a ducks back’. To stand firm in her beliefs instead of letting other people’s expectations allow her to be swayed to make them feel more comfortable. It was from that moment she followed a quote that had always resonated with her. 

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life."

What? Just because she didn’t think Winston Churchill was worth shit in her eyes that didn’t mean the man couldn’t have said something wise in his lifetime - right?  

CONNECTIONS:

Ex girlfriend / Current FWB - @edenxoconnell

Friend/sudo brother - @heyits-asher

Friend / brother of kid she nannies - @sullivanxshaw