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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction in its entirety. I am not claiming these events to be true to life in any way, shape or form and do not know Wentworth Miller personally. The story itself and OC's are of my own creation and no monies are being made o

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Wentworth’s POV.
Apart from heading home to fetch some of my clothes and essentials I’ve been at AJ’s place since Thursday evening, and to be completely honest even though I know we of course have lives away from our relationship I’m perfectly happy to stay right where I am, close to the woman who makes me so unquestionably happy. It’s Saturday morning and although I’m awake, sat up in her bed watching TV she’s still out like a broken light bulb, sleeping peacefully by my side as she hugs a pillow. And as my attention turns from the TV to her, I sit and let all the things I find wonderful and fascinating about her run through my head while watching her sleep. I’ve never dated a woman like her before, none of my exes have even had one tattoo let alone over thirty, none have had neon hair and, to be honest, piercings in perhaps the most interesting place I’ve seen jewellery adorning (and felt, and boy do they feel good!).
But aside from her looks, I’ve never dated someone who is so similar to me in what we think and feel about the world around us, someone who has so much under her surface that if you scratch it to find out more there are several layers you have to penetrate to keep in discovering things about her. She’s complex without being difficult to read or talk to, so intelligent I never tire of listening to her or having conversations with her about what she holds dear or important. What’s on her mind means everything to me, hearing her inner voice if you will. She’s just.............................................she’s so special I really feel like I’m connected to her on some deeper level neither of us have discovered yet, if that makes sense? I can’t put it into words how she makes me feel when I’m with her, it’s like the word happy just can’t cover it.
‘Hey beautiful’ I say to her when her eyelids flutter a few times and she stretches, moving her head off the pillow and kissing my stomach before resting her head there.
‘Morning handsome’ she says groggily, still half asleep as I stroke her soft pink and black hair, watching her rub her eyes and yawn a few times.
‘So when you’ve woken up a little more what do you want to do today?’ I ask her, watching her put her hands on my stomach and rest her chin on top of them so she can look up at me from a better angle.
‘Well, since the week after next we’re going to be really busy doing separate things I wanted to just chill and enjoy my time with you, but also I kind of want to start on an artistic project. My lounge as you might notice needs a lick of paint, badly!’ she laughs as I nod in agreement. At the moment it’s a cream colour with various different coloured streaks on the wall by her fireplace from tester pots, and would seem she decided to leave the job after not being able to choose a colour. She’s like that, so fickle about things at times it surprises me she has the commitment to have so much art inked onto her skin forever.
‘So that whole ‘let’s spend time together’ is just a ruse because you want a painting buddy then?’ I say to her, biting back a smile.
‘No.................well yes. Do you mind?’ she confesses, giggling.
‘Of course I don’t, let’s go take a shower and then jump in the car and go see how many hours it takes you to decide on a colour’ I reply.
‘Sounds good to me, especially the part about the shower’ she says with a mischievous look on her face I can’t help but laugh at. Let’s just put it this way, I’ve never taken a shower that’s lasted for almost an hour before.........
.................... ‘Okay so I think I’m certain on this one, hmmmmmm but then again the purple one’s nice too. Nope, definitely the blue. And stop rolling your eyes at me!’ she says, reaching out to pick up two large tins of blue paint and passing them to me before reaching to pick up another two.
‘Are you sure? And I will roll my eyes at you since you’ve taken forty minutes to make your choice!’ I reply as we walk to the cash desk and I see AJ looking like she’s mulling her decision over yet again at the register.
‘Definitely need another two litres’ she says, turning to run back to the aisle we got them from before I stop her.
‘I’ll go, just in case you end up changing your mind yet again. I don’t know Alice, you can decide on a tattoo but you can’t decide on what colours to decorate your home for shit! I’ll be back’ I say, turning and walking back while AJ just laughs and rummages in her purse for her wallet. And once I think we can safely leave the store I’m wrong, for after loading the cart we should have collected on our way in she suddenly says ‘I’ll be back in a minute’ and rushes off in the direction of the paint again. I sigh and take the cart outside so I can smoke while I wait, expecting it to be another considerable amount of time.
‘Okay done’ comes her cute little voice approximately three minutes later, surprising me greatly with her apparent decisiveness for once.
‘What did you go back for?’ I ask as we walk back to my car.
‘Orange and pink paint, I’m going to paint a Japanese fire dragon on the big wall opposite the window’ she announces with a smile, looking like she’s picturing it in her head.
‘Well it’s going to be one hell of a bright lounge, that’s for sure. Are sunglasses going to be a stipulation to prevent blinding your guests?’ I say, not able to resist the urge to be the token pain in the ass boyfriend.
‘It’s going to look fierce I’ll have you know, c’mon this is me, art is my thang’ she says, taking the keys from my pocket and opening the trunk when we arrive at the car.
‘I’ll reserve judgement until I see the finished masterpiece, and count how many seconds it takes until my retinas begin to burn’ I tell her as we load the paint in. She’s too busy laughing to answer me right away.
‘It’ll look great, me and brushes always work well together’ she replies.
‘Like I say, I’ll believe it when I see it’ I say, watching her scowl at me slightly and give me an ‘I’m so going to prove you WRONG!’ look that still does nothing to make me stop laughing at her. She’s cute when she’s mad, or trying to prove a point to the unbeliever; who’s usually me too. After carrying the stuff out of the car (with the help of Jack who I’ve finally met- the kid is insane. AJ in fast forward doesn’t even cover it. If he wasn’t ‘straight edge and proud’ as he puts it I’d swear he was on PCP) we go back to her moms place to borrow some old sheets to cover the furniture and floors. It’s there that I find out another thing about Jack, this time and exact similarity he shares with his sister; a generous nature.
‘Hey Went, here have these to paint it, save your jeans dude’ he says to me as he enters the kitchen and throws an old pair of loose legged grey Adidas sweatpants at me.
‘Thanks Jack, the paint isn’t gloss so whatever gets on them should wash out’ I reply, watching him pick up two chopsticks from the large terracotta pot containing kitchen utensils and starting to tap out a drum beat on the counter. That’s another thing that’s his sister all over; she does that with her makeup brushes and it would seem the drumming gift would run in the family too since I’ve heard Jack playing his kit out on the lawn in his mothers back yard a couple of times, and he’s damn good.
‘Nah don’t worry man, they’re old’ he says, stopping his tapping to twirl the sticks between his fingers in a blur instead, tall gangly body jumping up as he aims himself for a stool and lands neatly atop it, his wallet chain clanging off the metal legs loudly. It’s hard to believe he’s from the same family since he’s a giant at 6ft 2 compared with AJ, Alex and Alice who are all under 5ft 5. After Alice remerges from upstairs with an armful of sheets we head back up to the house and cover things up in preparation of a few litres of blue paint being plastered onto the walls, and whatever bizarre mural AJ is planning.
Together it takes us just over and hour and a half to get the first coat of quick dry paint on, stopping for a mandatory cigarette and coffee break while we wait for it to dry, AJ deciding to keep us entertained by lifting the sheet covering the TV back to rest on top of it and firing up the DVD player, Eddie Izzard popping up on the screen in mid explanation of bee keepers loosing it when they are ‘covered in bees!’, something that makes her dissolve into instant hysterics, myself not far behind her. This guy cracks me up.
‘Error, cannot locate printer. It’s here’ says Eddie, gesturing showing the monitor to the printer manually in his sketch whilst talking about the temperamental nature of such machines. AJ can hardly stop laughing, stretched out on her side and re tying her hair with a huge smile on her face. And then she looks at me and blows me a kiss, and that and that alone makes my heart skip a few beats. I really hate painting, but that little gesture just made it all worth it. Hell, it could make recreating the Sistine chapel worth it she’s so pretty.
AJ’s POV.
Once the DVD ends I swap it for a nearby copy of pianist Ivo Pogorelich reciting Beethoven live from the Sydney opera house before we get back to painting, covering the walls and ceiling in the second and final coat in about an hour, with me telling him to take a break while I paint the gloss onto the skirting boards, door and frame.
‘I’m enjoying it actually, even though I usually tire of painting after an hour. And then you also have time to sketch your dragon out because the wall will be dry in about half an hour, the suns shining right on it’ he points out as he gestures in the direction of the window. And so onto the peacock blue gloss we go, the slight tint of that exotic green to it in the form of a slightly metallic sparkle that catches the light as I brush it on, already considering it $65 well spent. Expensive it may be but once it’s on it looks amazing against the bright sky blue.
‘I still think pink and orange will be too loud’ says Went, standing back and looking at the wall I’m sketching on with a dark drawing pencil, making the dragon about six foot high so he runs the total height of the wall right in the centre.
‘Well it’ll match the glass candlesticks and chandelier, and the cushions on the couch. Loud it may be but I think I can pull it off. I think the dark wood the bookshelf, shelves and apothecary table are made out of balance it out’ I say, pointing to the items.
‘Well while you finish up I’ll put all this other stuff away and then go take a bath if that’s okay?’ he says, coming up behind me and sliding his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek.
‘Sure, and thanks’ I reply, turning to give him a kiss before he leaves the room armed with blue tinted paint rollers and brushes. After sketching out a basic outline I pick up a small brush and the pot of orange paint, covering all of the area in that base in the shape of the dragon, carefully painting in the details of its form before painting on the intricate details in a cerise pink with a smaller brush. In total it takes me four hours, time I could have painted the whole room twice over in, but time well spent when I take in the finished fruit of my labour.
‘Perfect’ I say with pride as I look at the finished dragon, pleased that it looks even better than I thought it would. It just shows what you can achieve when you put your all into a project, and after staring at my work for another few moments I gather up all the sheets off the floor and put them back in the refuse sacks my mom stuffed them into, and then uncover the rest of the furniture before taking the sheets out and leaving them in the hall, heading for the kitchen with my last two pots of paint and brushes.
‘Here’ says Went just as I enter the kitchen and put the paint pots down, dropping my brushes in the pot of turpentine he’s soaked the others in before taking the plate of pasta he’s holding.
‘I thought I could smell puttanesca sauce, thanks honey’ I say to him, reaching up to kiss his cheek and then picking up a fork and spoon from the side and heading back into the lounge. Wow, a man who can cook. Another welcome change from Curtis, that boy’s best effort was incinerated toast. And after eating we sit curled up on the couch with the cats taking a lap each, watching the hilarious movie ‘Meet the Parents’ with me hardly able to believe it’s 10pm already. Time flies when you’re having fun I guess. And today really has been fun for me, spending time with him and being able to do all those normal things couples do since we are not restricted by tight working schedules at the moment. And another thing I’m all ready to enjoy is tomorrow evening when I finally get to introduce him to Ike and Josh.
After spending the morning lounging around and then watching Jack and his buddies skate my mom’s drained pool (she’s having it re tilled so doesn’t mind if Jack and the boys knock out a few more loose mosaics) while we soak up the sun we head back inside to get ready and then I drive us down to their house in Inglewood, roof down on my car and blasting Black Sabbath as we speed along the freeway.
‘Well if I wasn’t expecting you the volume of your stereo sure would alert me to your presence sister!’ Josh says as I turn the engine off on the drive where he’s using a hose pipe to water the plants in the front yard.
‘You know AJ, she has to make her presence known. You must be Josh, I’m Went nice to meet you’ he says, shaking hands with Josh once he’s pulled off a gardening glove, and then being hugged too by my best friend.
‘I’m so excited to meet you! Wow, he’s even more handsome in the flesh too you lucky lady!’ Josh announces, making Went laugh a little shyly while I’m bear hugged by my buddy. ‘Go on in both of you, Ike’s in the kitchen and I’ll be right with you once I’ve reeled in this hose’ Josh adds as he lets me go, pulling his other hand from the gardening glove and walking over to where a reel and tap are bolted to the side of the house as we walk in through the porch into the beautifully decorated lounge. Never let it be said gay men don’t have good taste, but hell, if you saw how good looking both Ike and Josh are you’d understand what I mean without ever stepping foot in their home to witness it’s loveliness.
Ike’s another person with interesting heritage like Went and me. Born to a half black, half Columbian father with a white mother the theme of the room has plenty of African themes mixed in with the Columbian trinkets and paintings tossed here there and everywhere. That’s one thing at least Ike is typically gay about (because as I’ve mentioned previously, you really wouldn’t tell by his demeanour alone); the man loves to shop, and he tends to exceed the baggage limits on just about every holiday he and Josh ever take. In fact most of what the house is filled with are items that were sent back via courier from whatever far off country, and at quite a cost.
It’s a good job Ike is always busy and Josh has just had his annual raise, they’ve only just about managed to work their way out of the debt created by doing up this house. I give Went a mini guided tour on the way to the kitchen, helping Ike carry things out to the dining room while introducing him to Went at the same time once we arrive there. And since dinner is almost ready we sit down and have a drink with Josh while Ike finishes up in the kitchen.
Josh’s POV.
Okay so yes, I cannot deny I’ve been all happy and excited about meeting AJ’s new guy, but also underneath lurks the same usual suspicions anyone has when their best friend introduces them to who could be a potential heart breaker down the line. It’s not like I’m sitting here thinking that’s what he’s going to do, god no! I’m not that pessimistic but let’s just say no matter how nice AJ says he is I’ll be taking him with a pinch of salt until he proves his nature to me, and I’m good at reading people so I think it’s safe to say I’ll have him sussed out pretty soon.
With the last one, the dreaded Curtis I sussed his game in about five minutes flat, and then sat in the bar my other half and I were first introduced to him in scowling across the table at him for the rest of the night. He was a jerk, no scratch that. He was the biggest jerk I have ever had the misfortune of meeting, and how AJ took leave of her senses for nine months while he made a fool out of her I’ll never know; that girl is usually so sharp nothing gets past her. So since that incident I’ve been extra keen to find out all I can as soon as I can about who she dates, for my own peace of mind if nothing more.
And throughout dinner peace of mind is something I slowly find myself gaining a little more as the time flies by, this guy is an actual man for one thing, not some stupid little boy like the last one. He’s sure of himself, confident in a way you only manage to achieve after you’ve hit thirty if you ask me, and very charming and polite. He’s upstanding without being dull, and intelligent and articulate as well as being able not to take himself seriously and humorous with it as well. And he provides the ultimate gold of any self respecting boyfriend; funny stories about AJ.
‘Just before we broke for filming it was my birthday, and my co star Sarah’s too so I decided to hold a small celebration at the place I was renting, well I say I decided, AJ and Alex took over and called my place as the venue since it was the biggest. And, as well as Alex playing every Incubus album ever made and managing to convert me into a fan, this one here got herself very, very drunk. I was okay, probably at the usual level of ‘if I don’t drink any more I’ll feel this great all night’ so I stopped just in time to watch AJ and another cast member and friend Lane giving each other a drunken beat down. I’m still not sure what sparked it and I don’t think they are either, but I did manage to record most of it on my phone’ Went says to a laughing Ike and me, passing us over his cell and pressing the middle button to make the video play.
And there’s my girl, dressed half smart, half punk rocker (wearing a respectable black cashmere sweater dress, and electric blue leopard print footless pantyhose) dragging a young guy with messy dirty blonde coloured hair along by his feet while people all around are laughing, AJ shouting ‘ROB! COME HOLD MY BEER MAN!’ and then passing the bottle of Corona to a guy with dark hair in his early fifties who’s also doubled over, and then promptly putting this poor guy Lane in the classic wrestling move ‘The Boston Crab’. And then him breaking free somehow and managing to clothes line her onto the floor before picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder and then dropping her headfirst onto the couch while exclaiming ‘owned bitch!’ before picking up his beer, smiling in a drunken lopsided way and then crashing to the floor once more when AJ barges him over from the side before the video cuts.
‘She has been known to start wrestling when she’s had a few beers’ Ike comments after the video clip ends.
‘The funniest moment I sadly didn’t capture, but it involved AJ and Alex drunkenly explaining a ludicrous sub plot of their own concoction about all of the Star Wars movies being about intergalactic drug barons, and then getting into an argument about it halfway through’ Went goes on, AJ looking somewhat proud while he falls apart laughing. And there it is, the only thing I need to completely reassure me; the way he looks at her. With complete and utter adoration.
Okay so the relationship is still all shiny and new, but as I sit here and watch them, the way they are with each other I can’t help but see they have the same thing that’s kept my beautiful Ike and I bonded together for the last decade, friendship as well as intimacy. They’re great friends AJ and her guy, this much I can definitely say. And in turn for the exchange of funny stories about my friend, I let an interesting fact slip to her new boyfriend about her.
‘You know Went, it’s very interesting that you play and will be shortly playing another convict, very interesting’ I comment a while later after Ike questions him about his recent roles.
‘Really? How so?’ he asks me from across the table.
‘Your girlfriend has a certain fantasy, one I don’t imagine she’s made you privy to from the look on her face right now. But the truth is Miss Jameson over there had got a thing about convict sex! She’s never done it unless you’ve indulged her already by taking your prison uniform home with you, but I tell you now, I think the sight of her man in an orange prison uniform would float her boat forever and a day!’ I announce as Went raises his eyebrow and looks to his side at a giggling AJ, hiding her bright pink cheeks behind her hands. In fact they’re so furiously pink they almost match her hair.
‘And in all this time you never made me wise to that fact? I’ll keep that information stored Josh, thanks’ he says, addressing her then me before taking a sip of his wine and laughing faintly through his nose as AJ looks like she wants the ground to open up and swallow, her, Ike in hysterics by my side. This is turning out to be a great night.
‘Shut the door hon’ says Ike when I walk into the kitchen with the rest of the dishes about an hour after we’ve finished eating, leaving AJ and Went talking over the bottle of red they’re sharing. ‘So what do you think of him then? I think this one’s a definite keeper, yeah, I do I have to confess, I’m very happy about this and he has my approval’ he then adds, taking the plates and cutlery from me and heading back to the sink.
‘I think the same as you; he’s the three things she needs most in a partner. Intelligent so she’ll never get bored, and do you see how he doesn’t let her get her own way or if he thinks she’s wrong he just says it? He stands up to her, which is good because you know what she’s like, domineering to a degree. Anyway I’m digressing, secondly he’s got his shit together, he’s mature, she needs someone like that, and thirdly, well you saw the way he’s been looking at her for the whole night. He’s into her in a big way; he ain’t a flash in the pan guy. He’s in it for the long haul’ I say as I stand behind Ike with my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder and watching him nod as he scrubs a plate clean.
‘I agree with you, everything you said there is something I’ve thought’ he says, rinsing suds from a green and blue serving dish. And with that we both give each other a relieved smile and laugh before sharing a brief kiss, both relieved that finally, our little AJ is with a man we both can’t find fault with, and believe me we’re critical. If we couldn’t find anything in four hours we never will.
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