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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.

So here I am again in the makeup chair, but this time I can’t deny I am a little disappointed I won’t be here casually chatting to (and flirting with if I’m honest) AJ for four hours. Today there’s no need for me to have my tattoo transfers applied since we aren’t shooting any scenes with me requiring to show them off, so I’m just here for the usual makeup required on set. Five days have passed since the time I was sat enjoying her company for the first time for what should have been a monotonous task to sit through, and as well as being excited to show up for work each morning I’ve also felt excitement at seeing her too.

I like people who fascinate me, people who aren’t just ‘regular’ I suppose you’d say. People who have something special or unique about them like she does, but apart from how unique looking she is, I sense there’s different facets to her personality that make her different inside as well as out too. I don’t know why, but on the little that I know about her so far, and gut feelings, I can just sense it. There’s a lot more to AJ Jameson than meets the eye. But the things I’ve learned so far about her so far really have caught my interest. For a start her musical taste which she’s told me covers a vast selection of genres, listening from anything from Spiderbait to Bach, from Beastie Boys to Aphex Twin. Secondly, before she decided that makeup was the way she’d earn her living she wanted to be a tattoo artist, but after one try out on a brave friend of hers back when she was fifteen she hated inflicting so much pain on someone that she decided against it. That’s another thing I’ve learned about her, she’s a total humanitarian who hates the thought of people being in pain or suffering. And also what I’m beginning to learn is that nearly every aspect of her personality is a direct contradiction of another as we sit talking to each other, just us in the trailer since Alex is out on set.

‘So what made you want to learn Judo if the thought of hurting people actually made you change career paths?’ I ask as she dots my nose with a sponge, loose strands of her long tied up hair tickling my shoulder as she leans in close. Our topic of conversation had wound round to what we liked to do with our spare time, and as well as playing baseball and basketball AJ loved her martial arts. A sporty girl it would seem.

‘Oh I have no problem hurting someone who deserves to be hurt! But self defence and fitness mainly, I mean I’m so damn lazy that exercise just doesn’t seem like a task I wanna take on except for playing ball that is, because that’s more fun to me than anything. Nope, AJ no like getting off her butt and exercising, unless it has a dual purpose like Judo of course’ she replies. ‘And I can’t think of many out there that have such a good dual purpose as that’ she then adds. And once again, I don’t resist the chance to jump on that comment and pick her up on it as well as adding a touch of flirting too.

‘I can think of one’ I reply fairly innocently as I hold her gaze.

‘Do enlighten me Wentworth’ she said airily while looking back at her colour palette and dabbing the sponge here and there.

‘Sex’ I reply plainly. Aha, that got me an immediate reaction. Her eyes shot right to mine and then looked away again in an instant, her mouth then dropping open slightly as she takes a deep breath. Okay so if she wasn’t even vaguely interested she wouldn’t have just acted like that I can tell. And it definitely wouldn’t be taking her this long to answer either. Yeah okay so I’m playing games here, but I never said I wasn’t a man without complications to him. And one complication she’ll have to deal with is that I’ll sometimes I like to keep a girl guessing.

‘Well, I erm...................I didn’t have that to fall back on when I was fourteen’ she replies, trying not to look me in the eye.

‘And do you have that now? Or rather someone to fall back on?’ I ask, knowing by now I’m really pressing her buttons.

‘Is that a none so subtle way of inquiring if I have a boyfriend?’ she asks me, her confidence growing again a little it seems.

‘You’re taking up my thing you know, answering a question with a question’ I say. I can see her getting frustrated.

‘You’re so.............................oh just sit there and let me finish making your face even more gorgeous than it already is pretty boy. And no, no boyfriend’ she replies, her voice full of that frustration I could see bubbling up within her and leaving me to be the one stuck for words this time. She thinks I’m gorgeous, cue huge grin.

AJ’s POV.

Oh my lord did I really just say that out loud? This man is really having an effect on me that’s for sure. I just...............oh lord he makes me crazy! For the fifth day running now we’ve fallen into this casual flirtation with each other but still, I just can’t work out if he’s interested or not. To say this man holds his cards close to his chest is an understatement; Wentworth Miller only lets you know the things he wants you to know, and nothing more. That’s become perfectly apparent from other conversations we’ve shared. I really don’t look for prospective dates while I’m at work, but as each moment we have together comes and passes and all those long hours on set in his company, I just feel all the more drawn towards him. He’s the kind of guy I really would like to get to know away from the field of work, intelligent, funny, and quick witted and, well...............totally, totally gorgeous.

‘So you think I’m pretty then? Can’t say I’ve ever heard someone describe me quite like that before’ he says nonchalantly, those sea green but at the same time blue eyes watching me with the kind of intentness I haven’t noticed before.

‘You’re one of the more attractive guys I’ve worked with, that’s for sure’ I reply as I dust his face with power to set the foundation.

‘And you’ve got to be the most interesting makeup lady I’ve ever worked with’ he replies, standing up as I step away from him in indication that he’s all done.

‘How so?’ I ask him.

‘Lots of things, all of which I don’t have time to flatter your ego by going into’ he says with a raise of his eyebrows, using a tone that I just can’t work out whether he was having a dig at me or joking. He’s very much like that it seems. ‘Even though I’ve only known you for five days, it’d take double that to list everything about you I’ve learned so far that interests me. And don’t even get me started on the way you look either’ he adds as he leans in and virtually whispered it into my ear, once again in a tone I can’t work out. Smiling he leans away and walks to the door, not looking back as he exits the trailer and leaves me standing and wondering yet again what his motives towards me actually are.
One minute he seems flirty, the next completely normal and to be honest it’s really starting to throw me through a loop and I hate it when guys have the upper hand over me with things like this. But then again, that could just be him and I’m judging a person I do not yet know based on what I’ve witnessed in just under a week. Why the hell am I acting like this? I mean yeah I know I think he’s hot, super hot in fact and so far personality wise he seems great, but no man for the last ten years has been able to make me feel like this, constantly second guessing his every word or gesture.

‘He likes you, I can see it when he looks at you dude!’ Alex says to me a little later that day as we are patiently waiting by the side of the set to run in and touch up makeup between takes.

‘See that’s what I thought, but he just........................he’s real hard to work out you know? Damn boys!’ I whisper back as my sister nods.

‘Some of them are like that unfortunately little sis. But you wanna know the best piece of advice I can give you? Play him at his own game, that’ll make him show one way or another if he’s interested, raise the bar, step up to the plate, however you wanna word it get in there and find out! It’s about time you had a new man in your life after Adam!’ she replies in hushed tones.

‘That’s the thing, I try and then he says something that just, I wanna say shocks me but it doesn’t, more surprises me and I’m stumped for words. And besides! Don’t rush things, you getting all hopeful about new men in my life when for all we know he might just be being friendly!’ I say, looking over to where Wentworth is standing talking to Robert between takes, the latter blowing kisses at both my sister and I. He’s so sweet, one of the people I know I’ll wanna take home with me forever when filming wraps up he’s such a nice and funny guy. Worlds apart from the low life murdering paedophile T-Bag he plays on screen.

‘If the way he just looked at you is ‘friendly’ then I really wanna be one of his friends. That’s all I’m saying’ said Alex, holding up her hands and then dropping them by her sides as quiet on the set was yelled at high volume and the fifth take of the scene was filmed. But really, what did I even know about this guy? Wasn’t it all a little too quick to be making assumptions about what he might or might not think of me? It was something I pondered on throughout that morning and well into the night as we shot on the sound stage at way past ten. Pondering away so much I seemed to slip into my own little world, not even registering when the fire alarm went off.

‘C’mon duchess let’s get those little feet moving before we get crispy fried!’ said Robert, who’d been standing a few yards to my left before the bell had begun to toll loudly. Rousing me from my daydream like state I shook my head and picked up my bag, turning and smiling at him before walking out through the rears doors in the parking lot, protocol segregation point in the event of such emergencies.
Walking away from Robert when he paused by some other members of cast and crew I broke away from the main bunch of people, noticing Alex in conversation with another man on our makeup team and deciding to leave her to it as I walk over to the wall lining the parking lot and hoisting myself up to sit atop it when I’m there, hoping that it really was as the floor manager stated and ‘a false alarm’ inside the studio.
Lighting a cigarette I picked at a loose thread on my white and hot pink cotton tube socks and then inspected my short denim skirt for much the same. I was having a dress down day, my usual sky scraper high stripper shoes or high platform boots or New Rocks having the day off in my shoe closet while my battered up old black Converse have a day out instead. Turns out my casual day didn’t go unnoticed to some either, or rather the shortness of my skirt hadn’t gone unnoticed.

‘So, why Dolly Parton on your thigh then? It’s a damn good likeness by the way’ I heard Wentworth say before there was the sound of his feet lifting the floor and body moving through the air as he jumped up on the wall next to me. I looked over to see him looking between my eyes and the portrait of the country singer etched at the side of my thigh, a half smile on his lips.

‘My mom is a huge fan and one year, she dragged Alex and me on vacation to Tennessee and among other places we visited, Dollywood was one of them and we met the lady herself there. And I’ll just never forget how genuinely nice she was to us, such a sweet and nice person and after that I actually started to enjoy her music. So that’s why she’s there’ I replied, reaching out and accepting the cigarette he offered me, pulling my lighter with Jim Morrison’s face embossed into it from my pocket and passing it to him once I was lit.

‘Do you regret any of your tattoos?’ he asked me as he took my black gasoline fuelled lighter from my hand.

‘Absolutely not. I don’t really believe in regrets, apart from one and that’s I wish I’d have learned French at school rather than Spanish. That’s my only regret’ I tell him.

‘I taught myself how to speak French when I was at college, maybe I’ll teach you if you like?’ he then asked, blowing smoke down his nose as he looks back over to the studio briefly.

‘Yeah perhaps, that’d be nice’ I reply, watching the same line of vision as him and seeing more people being evacuated from the building.

‘Doors fan huh?’ he asked after a few moments of, looking at my lighter more closely before passing it back to my outstretched hand.

‘Yeah, gotta love Jim, he’s another portrait I have done, right here actually’ I said as I swung my leg up and pointed to the portrait of Jim on the upper side of my left inner thigh. The most painful tattoo I ever had.

‘You had him put in quite an intimate spot really didn’t you?’ he says, raising an eyebrow as he leans a little closer to look at the etching in my flesh.

‘Yeah, well not really at first until after it had healed up and I noticed that when I held my leg in certain positions it looked like he was, well, er..........looking at my erm.............yeah. You know where’ I floundered, blushing a little and realizing about halfway through my story I’d changed my mind about telling him.

‘I can guess’ he said with a smile, holding my eye contact so intently I really couldn’t look away, that connection between my eyes and his only broken when he looked away with a smile somewhere between amused and just a touch shy I thought. ‘So, your all time favourite song by them. What it is?’ he then asked me, making me feel relieved he’d changed the subject slightly.

‘The End, timeless classic. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine to sit with a big joint and float away listening to this. My dad smokes weed so it’s something I grew up around from afar, I don’t have it often though. More of a red wine gal’ I said.

‘There’s no need to justify yourself to me AJ, I don’t judge. I like to sit in my boxers in the same position for hours on end on my days off watching Family Guy if we’re talking guilty pleasures. At least yours has more edge to it than mine’ he laughed softly, while I sat there and thought on the fact that this was perhaps the most honest conversation I’d had with him to date, and also one other resounding thing. This, how he was acting now, was him just being friendly. What I’d experienced before in slight ways had definitely been flirting. And now, I also noticed that although he just spoke to me with nothing loaded behind those words, he looked at me even more intensely than I’d realized before.

‘Hanging around in your undies watching Family Guy, hmmmmmm sounds like a regular Sunday to me. Nice to see there’s other people out there who don’t particularly like getting dressed on a day off either. And those who appreciate the comedy of Peter Griffin’ I replied with a smile.

‘Peter certainly is the funniest character; it’s his laugh that gets me the most. I had a teacher in junior high that used to laugh a lot like he does’ he said, obviously thinking about it and chuckling quietly.

‘Oh my god, I swear I die laughing each time I hear Peter laugh! It just really tickles my funny bone and sends me into hysterics every time I hear it!’ I reply, imagining his laugh and completely cracking up.

‘Did anyone ever tell you that you have the cutest little giggle in the whole world?’ he asked, laughing at me falling apart at the mere mention of the way a particular cartoon character also expressed a humorous response. Okay so my whole system just went on happy overload right there; thinking of something that always makes me laugh and then getting told that my giggle is cute.

‘I think it might have been mentioned before. So, other than Peter Griffin who else makes you laugh?’ I ask after composing myself a little more.

‘The more diverse comedians if that’s what we’re talking here. People like Eddie Izzard because I love how he uses history in his sketches and makes it almost like it’s a laugh and learn experience for his audiences, Dennis Leary because there’s always a special place in my heart for other sarcastic bastards like myself, and Steven Wright, because the guy is so damn dry half the time people just don’t get it, subtle humour I guess you’d call it and the fact that when he performs his stand up he never laughs at his own gags, he’s just straight faced and deadpan all the way through’ he says to me, watching me begin to root around in my bag for my i-pod, hardly able to believe this common ground we share and all ready to surprise him with it too.

‘Okay, so look through the files and go to the one marked stand up comedy’ I say to him, handing him my little bright magenta pink i-pod and watching him take it, curiosity written all over his face. I watch him use the circular dial to navigate to the file, and when he does he starts to laugh as he obviously reads the file names; on that i-pod I have a collection of Dave Chapelle, Chris Rock, Steven Wright, Dennis Leary and Eddie Izzard.

‘Put this in your ear, I’ve gotta forward this to the best joke he’s ever done’ said Wentworth, pushing one of the earphones into his own ear after passing one to me and shuffling a little closer across the wall to me while he searches through the tracks.

‘I played a game of poker last night using tarot cards. I got a full house and three people died’ we both heard down the earphones and completely fell apart laughing.

‘I saw a sign stapled to a lamppost the other day; it said ‘$50 lost, reward offered. If found just keep it’ Stephen’s voice said as we continued to laugh. And oh my god, he has such a lovely laugh, it lights him up completely and takes away any sternness to his demeanour. Not that there’s much there anyway, but there is a certain coolness to him, slightly stern I suppose. But, it’s something about him I find as equally sexy as when he laughs and is joyous too.

And as we sit and wait around to be let back into the studio (which is still being checked over for the source of the fire, or if there even is one) we just continue to talk casually and discover a hell of a lot more about each other. All of which I must say, I really do like and by the end of it I’m clear on one thing. I really do like him. Just talking to him normally, no flirting, no winding each other up, it’s made me see that he really is worth getting to know. And just when I think he really won’t initiate any kind of flirting, he does as we begin to walk back to the studio, where the floor manager is calling us all over to relay the latest news.

‘It’s been good finding out more about you. And I still stand by what I first thought, you’re incredibly interesting’ he tells me as we walk.

‘Thanks, and from what I’ve learned so are you’ I say, wondering where this is leading.

‘And I’ve got to admit something here. I’m really jealous of Jim’ he then says to me, making me pull a confused face.

‘Pardon?’ I say, coming to a stop and watching him pull a slightly thoughtful face with an undertone of amusement.

‘I can imagine the view he gets is pretty nice’ was all he said after slowly leaning in and whispering it into my ear, his hand touching my hip for the briefest of moments before pulling away and walking off on his own, and leaving me standing there with nothing to do but look like a fish out of water. Okay, I think that spells out to me that he’s interested.....................I think..........................hmmmmmm, second opinion time methinks.
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