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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Four weeks later.
Robert’s POV.
‘How you hanging in there champ?’ I ask AJ, holding her hand as she winces and pulls a face.
‘I’ll be fine as soon as it’s not going over bone, ouch!’ she says through gritted teeth while laughing at the same time. Right now we’re sat in the bright yellow decorated surroundings of Mad Tattoo in Dallas, where she’s having an ornate looking crucifix tattooed onto her leg, right over her shin bone. The girl’s got guts I’ll say this much, but not so much that she can’t ask for a hand to hold while she’s having it done, and since her boyfriend is facing a day of press and interviews on his day off I’ve been drafted in as support, something I don’t mind doing at all.
‘I don’t know how you can put yourself through it, especially right there too! Must be a hell of a sensitive place to get tattooed’ I reply, watching her face become a little less pained when Sherry (the artist working on her) moves the tattoo machine and starts working on flesh covered with a bit more muscle.
‘It is buddy; it is’ she agrees, giving my hand a squeeze whilst smiling that beautiful smile she has at me. I love this girl so much, both she and her sister have totally captured my heart with how genuine and nice they are, and what good friends they’ve become to me. I like to think I get on well with everyone on set I’m working directly with, but AJ and her sister are the two I have the biggest soft spot for. Once we’re done and she’s had her leg dressed we head out of the shop and in the direction of a nearby restaurant where she insists on taking me for lunch as thanks for sitting with her.
While we wait for the food to arrive we sit and talk, mainly about work and the people there more than anything else.
‘So how’s your friend getting on then? She looks like she’s settled into the swing of things from where I’m sitting at least’ I say to her, watching her reapplying a piece of tape that’s worked its way loose across her dressing.
‘Tam’s fine yeah, not that I’ve seen much of her off set recently’ she replies, looking a little gloomy.
‘Am I right in sensing this is something that’s bothering you?’ I ask, unable not to react to the face she pulls.
‘A little, I dunno. It’s not like she’s my best friend and I think we should be chained at the hip or anything like that, but after the first week of her being here if I ask her to come out she says no, and makes up what I’m starting to suspect are just excuses. Like the other day when we all went out for lunch she told me she didn’t have the cash and flatly refused to let me pay for her, but then two days later she brought herself a new suit, which was a couple of hundred dollars too so where’d that money come from? I’ve been wondering if there’s anything I’ve done or said that’s pissed her off but I can’t think of anything, and she’s not being hostile with me, just distant’ AJ replies, looking a little confused. I think I can fill her in on this, I’m not saying she’s stupid but it doesn’t take a genius to realize why Tamara has been a little distant with her.
‘Well, there’s one thing I’ve noticed about your friend. She lacks confidence on a major level, and to be perfectly honest I think she’s become a little intimidated by your success, now that after so long she’s seeing it with her own eyes. And also, I think she’s a little jealous of who you share your bed with each night too. I’ve seen her checking him out, and I’m not saying this because I want to meddle in your friendship my darling, I’m just trying to give you a few answers here’ I tell her while she lights a cigarette.
‘Oh god Rob of course I wouldn’t think that, I understand you’re just being helpful, and I’m used to women staring at him by now so that’s not an issue at all, also the fact I trust her and him so really, not bothered by that. But what else you’ve said makes sense, perhaps she does. I mean I’m not being big headed or anything and saying ‘oh yes that must be the reason, it’s so obvious I’m more successful than she is’ but when she first got here she kept on saying how I had it all and how she feels like she hasn’t done half as well. I suppose it could be lack of confidence that’s stopped her spreading her wings as much as I have, and I really do feel bad that she’s compared our careers and decided hers isn’t as successful because she hasn’t done a huge variety of different jobs like I have. I told her that too’ she replies, inhaling deeply on her cigarette while I sit and have to stop myself reaching for the packet. I promise my Tory I’d quit, and I plan to uphold that promise to my good lady too.
‘She’s very hard on herself isn’t she? Which is a shame because she’s got the talent needed to go far, I suspect how she views herself is what’s been holding her back and that’s a big shame. But I’m sure she’ll come around, she just needs to realize avoiding someone she feels intimidated by isn’t going to make her feel better about herself’ I reply. And I honestly hope she does too, I have to say she looks a little perplexed over the situation to be honest. And that isn’t right.
‘Yeah, if she’ll ever decide to come out of hiding away in her room or just being ‘busy’ whenever I ask her if she wants to do something’ she replies with a small sigh, pulling an ‘oh well’ kind of face and stubbing out her cigarette just as our food arrives.
‘Do you want me to talk to her for you? I can be very discreet; you know how good I am at worming information out of people. I’ve done it to you enough times’ I tell her.
‘You don’t have to do that’ she says before cutting into her tuna steak.
‘But I will, if it makes you a little happier. Maybe she just needs someone that isn’t you to remind her you’re her friend for who she is, not who she thinks she should be. And that her success in her own right should never be compared to that of others. I’ll choose a moment wisely to have a quiet word with her’ I reply whilst grinding black pepper over my pasta.
‘Thanks Rob, I think that could help’ she replies. I’m glad I can do things for my friends like this, because right now I know little miss pink hair sat in front of me won’t be her usual chipper self until she knows how the land lies with her friend. And no one likes a forlorn AJ, least of all me.
AJ’s POV.
I have to say it’s really sweet of Rob to offer to talk to Tam. Because I know that not only will he be able to find out why she seems to have gone quiet on me (and the rest of our little group to a degree too), but he’ll help her out with however she’s feeling right now too. He’s brilliant at that, making people feel at ease and giving them friendly advice at the same time too.
Like I told him things haven’t been hostile between us on any level, but she’s definitely withdrawn from me a little, and I don’t like that, I don’t want her to feel in any way intimidated or threatened by me. I don’t consider myself a big deal, or the kind of big deal she makes me out to be. After we’ve finished eating our conversation moves on, with me telling Rob about my dad’s new found sobriety. Nine weeks without a drink so far, he’s doing so well.
‘When he really feels the need to drink he just calls one of us, or does something to take his mind off it that involves us, since we are the reason he gave it up. Like the other day he was craving a drink so badly he went out and spent his money on presents for Jack instead, brought him a set of new skateboard wheels he’d been hankering after for ages and a new hoodie, and then actually went to my mother’s house to drop them off’ I say as Rob’s eyes widen. Of course he knows there’s much animosity between my parents, so I didn’t expect him to be shocked at that.
‘And were any words exchanged?’ he asks me.
‘Apparently they sat down and had a chat, and she told him she was very pleased for him that he’d gone sober. I mean that was her original gripe in the first place so I hope that now it’s out of the way they can build some kind of friendship’ I reply, thanking him as he tops up my glass of white wine.
‘At least for the sake of you three, it must have been very hard on you all over the years to see them at each other’s throats, most of all on Jack I can imagine since he was so young when they separated’ he says.
‘It was, and you know since dad’s been sober Jack’s changed so much. When he wasn’t at school before he’d be off skating whenever he could, but now he works doing that and spending time with dad around college. It’s going to be really good for him, having a stable father figure is what he’s needed for a long time, not that he’s ever been a bad kid because he hasn’t. But this’ll enhance him even more, having dad there for him again’ I reply with a smile, feeling very lit up inside when I speak of how happy my family are right now. Jack’s in college and doing well, mum and dad are speaking again and Alex and I are at the top of our profession and very happy with the men we are dating. She and Ian became official about two weeks ago now and I just couldn’t be happier. Life is good.
And when I arrive back at the apartment Went and I are sharing for the duration of filming I find another reason to be happy too. I forgot to take my cell out with me this morning and after flopping down on the couch and reading a few texts from Went I listen to the voicemail that’s waiting for me, left by a production company looking for a makeup artist to work on a video shoot with Kelly Clarkson this coming weekend to fill the vacancy left when the pregnant lady who had been hired went into early labour apparently. And they’ve phoned to tell me I have it, excellent! It’s just a one day job and means I’ll have to fly back to LA for a day, but the $6,000 I’ll be paid for it makes it worth it to lose a precious day off. I’ll just fly back in the small hours of Sunday morning and spend the day in bed when I arrive back.
With nothing to so since my lovely boyfriend won’t be arriving back for a few more hours I decide to take a walk down to the house my sister is sharing with Pam, Katy and Tam, and let them know my good news while showing off my new tattoo as well. But when I arrive I’m not greeted by much cheer when Tam opens the door to let me in.
‘Hey AJ’ she says a little sadly.
‘Ooooh, who pissed on your parade honey? You don’t look happy at all’ I enquire, watching her shrug with a lopsided half smile.
‘Ahhhh it’s nothing, I’m just a little pissed off I lost out on a job I applied for. It was a last minute thing a friend in the trade told me of, video shoot with Kelly Clarkson up in Los Angeles this Saturday but I got called about an hour ago to be told I’d lost out to a girl with ‘more experience’ as they described her’ she says, while inside I wince.
‘Erm, I have to confess Tam. I applied for that job too and it was me who got it. I’m really sorry that you didn’t, and I actually feel quite bad that I’ve been accepted now!’ I say to her, watching her turn and give me a sharp look for a brief moment.
‘I told you I was going after that job’ she says, sounding put out.
‘Did you? I’m sorry honey I don’t remember you saying that’ I reply, honestly I don’t remember her telling me or I’d have probably not bothered going for it. I don’t like to go up against my friends for the same jobs; it can create an atmosphere sometimes. One I sense to be building right this minute.
‘Well I did, and you just went for it anyway, knowing you’d get the job hands down over me. It’s not like I’m much competition compared to you though is it?’ she says a little coldly.
‘Tamara, there’s no way I would have cheated you out of a job so please don’t insinuate that! I honestly do not remember you telling me sweetie, and as for you being no competition well, I’m starting to get a little fed up of you comparing yourself to me and deciding you are worse off when you aren’t! Tam you’re an excellent artist, you wouldn’t have been employed for so long on the Friends crew if you weren’t, so please, just see what everyone else sees. A girl with talent, because that’s what you are’ I tell her gently, but only get met with yet more self bashing.
‘I’m nowhere near the league you’re in, and today proved it. I guess I’ll just have to keep trying harder. I’m sorry I snapped at you AJ, you didn’t deserve the brunt of my bad mood, if you say you forgot I told you then you forgot and it’s as plain as that, I won’t make an issue of it again’ she says, reaching to kiss my cheek before picking up her can of soda and walking away to her room. Okay so now I’m really worried about her, because the way she looks, so crestfallen, is gravely betraying her words. She isn’t fine and I know it, and it’s all because of me.
‘Oh AJ don’t be silly, it’s just bad timing is all. You went for a job she did and it’s not your fault you got picked over her, I don’t want to sound rude but girl, you’re ten times the artist she is and she knows it, that’s why she’s a little sad. And as for what Rob told you well as usual I have to agree with him, I think she does feel a bit inferior to you since you both started at the same time in the business’ Pam says to me quietly in the kitchen a little while later.
‘I know, but I really can’t help but feel bad for her. I just wish she’d realize comparing herself to me won’t do! I told her I’m fed up of her doing it, and if I didn’t know her better I’d say she was just doing it for attention, to have constant affirmations from people that she is talented but that’s just not her. She isn’t like that’ I reply as Pam nods.
‘Well either way she has to pull herself out of it’ she replies as I light a cigarette, hoping that Tam will do just that.
‘I’ve just had a thought actually, I’m going to help her look for jobs like this she can get to around our filming rota, that should cheer her up a little. I mean I have a tonne of contacts I can ask, there’s work out there for her so maybe if I try and help her find it she’ll see she’s not as useless as she obviously thinks she is. Getting a few more jobs under her belt will read well on her resume too’ I say, Pam’s face lighting up.
‘Good idea honey, awwww, you really are a lovely girl aren’t you? She’s lucky to have a friend like you’ Pam says.
‘Ahhhh it’s nothing, you know me I like to help where I can’ I say with a smile, thanking her for the cup of tea she passes me.
Tamara’s POV.
So that’s what she thinks of me underneath then? That I’m just some sad little attention seeker wanting praise, and now is going to be all charitable by finding work for me like I’m some halfwit who can’t secure a job as easily as she can? And I know she didn’t forget I told her about the Kelly Clarkson job, she did it purely out of spite just to rub my nose in the fact her life is so much better than mine, that she’s so much of a better person than me. This is what one half of me says. The other half thinks I’m being ridiculous and she’s honestly trying to be helpful, and that she genuinely forgot that I told her; that’s what I want to believe. But, oh god I don’t know, it’s like she always goes one better, I get a junior position because she got offered the senior one, I’m the girl like many who can only dream of having Wentworth Miller, and he’s her devoted boyfriend. I just don’t understand it! Why not me too?
But outside of my jealousy, my own insecurities about having a friend more successful than I, I still can’t forget how she pulled me through a very difficult time in my life, and it’s now as I sit and think about it how I realize, one way or another, this has to stop. And right now I know there’s one thing I have to do in order to even the balance about how I feel a little, so picking up my cell I decide to do it right away.
Wentworth’s POV.
‘Just finishing having dinner with Pam and Alex, I should be home in about half an hour gorgeous xxx’ is the text I receive from AJ as I walk through the door of the house we’re sharing here, trying to see my way around the huge bunch of white lilies and roses I’m carrying in my other hand as I reply to her message. The flowers aren’t from me, but looking at them and how much they must have cost I kinda wish they were. Whoever sent them to my girlfriend obviously wanted to make a grand gesture. I wonder if it was her dad? He sent her and Alex a few presents last week, and I know that it’s been one of his coping techniques when he craves alcohol; to go and buy something for his children with the money he’d spend on the booze.
Ahhh, my beautiful AJ. The woman who’s been on my mind all day without me uttering a word about her to any of the nine journalists I’ve spoken to, three face to face and the remainder over the phone. As predicted every single one of them enquired into my love life, and every single one of them got the same polite reply-
‘Yes I am in a relationship right now, but it’s not something I want to discuss. It’s something I want to protect from the spotlight as much as possible so all I’ll say is I’m very content right now, and that’s as much as anyone needs to know’.
To the point without being acute I thought, and all bar two of them just nodded and took my answer. The journalists from Empire and Heat magazine respectively tried to dig a little more out of me, but I didn’t budge an inch. I’m preparing for the fact that one day soon my notoriety from being on the show is going to mean I get followed by photographers, and inevitably AJ will be in those pictures too, but that’s about as much as I want to expose her to all this. She’s mine, not the public’s and not the medias either, she’s my sanctuary away from everything else and I’m going to try my best to make sure she isn’t picked apart by them like I might well be in due course. No actor can be liked by everyone, and usually the poor woman he’s with is liked by no one. My agent warned me she’d probably come under fire from jealous female fans, and whereas I can’t stop that I can help protect her and what we have from further intrusion by keeping a dignified silence about her.
Walking into the lounge I throw my keys and wallet down on the table before reaching to pick up a large black ceramic vase, carrying it through to the kitchen and pulling the cellophane wrap off the flowers, then find a knife to cut through the elastic twine binding them together before filling the vase with water and putting them in, along with the card on the long plastic holder. I’ll leave her to arrange them, I’m a man, I can’t do things like that properly and to be honest I don’t really have the inkling to either! But what I do want to do right now however is nothing more than run a bath and lie in it for about an hour, and hope that once she arrives home a certain person will jump in with me too.
AJ’s POV.
‘Hey babe I’m back’ I shout as soon as I’ve turned my key in the door and swung it open. No reply from Mr Miller. That means one of three things; he’s either fallen asleep, he’s plugged into his I-pod or he’s in the bath with his head under the water. Hanging my jacket up I walk over to the square raised platform that is the kitchen to the right of the front door, and see a big bunch of flowers there in the previously redundant black vase that was in the lounge. And I assume they’re from Went until I take the card from the black plastic holder and open the tiny white envelope, pulling the pink card out and reading the neat writing on the reverse;
‘AJ,
I’m so sorry about earlier, and for being a bit distant for a few weeks. It’s my stuff not yours, you’re an amazing friend and I’m lucky to have you.
Tam xx
P.s – Remember to get Kelly’s autograph for me!’
‘Awwwww you sweetie’ I say warmly after reading the card, and wondering if she possibly overheard Pam and I discussing it earlier since she seems to have acknowledged her distantness from me. Arranging the flowers in a more neat fashion than the haphazard one Went has obviously stuffed them in there with (he’s male, he doesn’t have a clue about flower arranging!) I leave the kitchen and head into the bedroom first to see if he’s crashed out. Empty, which means only one thing.
‘Mmmmm he’s naked and he’s wet and he’s gorgeous and he’s all mine. Hey baby’ I say as I walk in, sitting on the corner of the bath and leaning down to kiss him while I rest my hands on his chest.
‘And he wants his woman in the bath with him. Who were the flowers from?’ he asks as I stand up and begin to strip off.
‘Tam sent them to me. We had a mini argument earlier on about the Kelly Clarkson job, which I got by the way. She claims she told me she was going for it, but she never did unless I totally forgot. Anyway I was talking to Pam about it in the kitchen afterwards and I think Tam might have heard what was said and decided to apologise for it. And I have to say, those really are some apology flowers sat out there. And in the card she said it was her stuff and not me, so I guess that’s her acknowledging that how she was thinking wasn’t doing her any favours. Thanks for putting them in water by the way’ I say as I peel my underwear off and get into the bath, sitting between his legs and lying back with my head rested on his chest.
‘No problem. And I’m glad she saw in the end that she really wasn’t doing herself any favours as you so correctly put it’ he says, while I nod before putting a hand over my mouth to stifle a couple of sneezes.
‘Ahhh shit, it’s started. I’ve had a scratchy feeling at the back of my throat all day, and I sneezed three times in the elevator on the way up. I think it’s safe to say AJ has a cold coming on’ I sigh, turning around and pulling a sad face at him. He just smiles and kisses me on my head.
‘I’ll go and stock up on cold medicine and the like tomorrow for you, if it’s coming on quick you’ll probably feel like crap in the morning, so I think you should stay in bed and then when I get back I’ll spend the rest of the day in it with you. There’s no point avoiding you, I’ll pick it up sleeping next to you anyway, especially since you have a habit of lying all over me in your sleep. I wake up, turn my head and smack my nose off your forehead because you’ve draped yourself all over me’ he tells me, making me laugh. And come the morning his prediction reins true, I feel like death on a stick. A very shitty stick.
‘There you go, everything you need to make you feel more comfortable, and the requested bottle of diet coke and orange juice. They only had the small ones though so I got two’ Went says to me as he drops the bag down to the side of the bed, undressing and getting back in with me under the covers.
‘Thanks gorgeous, you’re a great boyfriend’ I tell him, turning over and wrapping my arms around him, the tiredness I feel taking hold before I manage to even remove any of the contents of the bag. I lay there asleep for another four hours while Went just lay back with me and watched movies. And yes, when I woke up I found I’d draped myself decoratively across his gorgeous body. He’s not just hot you know, he’s very comfortable to sleep on too.
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