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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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AJ’s POV.
For a second, just for one split second there when I first open my eyes, everything is normal. And then I remember why it isn’t, and why I’m lying alone in my bed at home instead of being on set with my boyfriend. Sorry, ex boyfriend. I’ve never felt anything hurt this much in the whole of my life, be it a bad thing to say or not, not even my parents divorce hurt this way. And as I look over at the nightstand and see a picture of me lying in Went’s arms in this very bed, with Maggie and Mary curled up with us I start to cry again instantly. And even though I know it could be so much worse, they could have informed the authorities, it’s still so bad I can’t begin to fathom how to deal with.
I've cried since I ran out of the apartment and went to stay with my sister and the other girls, I cried as I lay in bed next to my sister and sobbed in her arms, I cried for the whole flight back to California (so quietly nobody noticed), and I cried the entire car ride home after my dad came and collected me from the airport. My mom just went away on vacation so she doesn’t even know yet, and in a way I’m a little glad she is because she’d be fussing over me non stop and when I’m feeling like this, I just want to be left alone. That’s something dad’s always understood better than her, that I need my own time. I’ll let her know when she comes home; I don’t want to ruin her trip with my disastrous news from two days ago. Two days since I last saw Went, and it feels like two years.
I miss him on so many levels that I almost feel like I’m dying without him, dramatic as that may be but it’s how I feel. I’ve lost my constant companion, the man I loved, respected and just valued so much. He’s gone and I can’t bring him back. No more person to confide everything in, no more warmth next to me in bed, no more boyfriend full stop. This hurts more than I ever could have begun to imagine, and doesn’t feel any easier after the four hours of sleep I’ve finally managed since arriving home at 5pm yesterday evening. The first four hours of sleep I’ve had in forty eight, and the only place I want to be right now too because if I’m sleeping I won’t think about it. But of course drifting off again eludes me, and so I get up and take a shower instead.
Standing there under the water I frown at myself when I realize in my gloom and total detachment from everything I’ve left my underwear on, so peel it off and throw it out into the bathtub. It’s then I remember the sex Went and I shared in it on his first morning here, and I start to cry again. Sliding down the wall I sit there under the jet, hardly noticing the hour that slips by while I’m there, crinkly and soaked just crying or staring out of the cubicle with eyes that look dead. And I still feel like shit with the flu, luck be a lady huh? Finally peeling myself up off the floor I switch the shower off and get out, picking up the towel off the rail and drying my face as another reminder of Went makes me feel sick with sadness; the fact I can smell him all over it.
‘Why is this happening to me? Why?’ I cry to no one as I slump down and curl up on the floor, not able to move for my anguish filled sobs for a few moments before I pick myself up and desperately try to stop crying for the sake of my sore eyes and throat. Dropping the towel on the floor, unable to smell the smell of Tommy Hilfiger any longer I grab a fresh one off the shelf stack along with one to wrap my hair in before heading back to the bedroom and lying in bed swathed in towels, putting the TV on and just lying there blankly, not even properly watching what’s on the screen. How can there be someone out there who hates me so much that they’d put me through this pain? And someone I was close too? It just doesn’t make sense to me at all, and the more I try and fathom it out the more I remember what I’ve lost, and the more I cry.
Alex’s POV.
‘I still can’t believe it. No let me rephrase that, I still don’t believe it. She just wouldn’t do this, it’s not her’ Amaury says to me as we sit and enjoy the short break between the morning and afternoon shoot in the sun. Well, I enjoy it as much as I can even though I miss my sister, and just like my Puerto Rican friend believe she’s innocent in all of this too.
‘I know, you, me, Rockmond, Peter, Robert, Pam, Sarah, Tam, Katy and Bill, we’re the only ones who believe her. I still can’t believe everyone else doesn’t believe it, well I can because of the evidence but still, this wasn’t her fault and I know it. And somehow, I’m going to make sure that’s proven too’ I say firmly. I called mom this morning before I came in and told her about it since she had no idea. We both concluded AJ wouldn’t want to be a burden to her while she’s away and that’s why she wasn’t aware, and mom doesn’t believe it either.
‘Have you had any more thoughts on who could have done it? Because that has to be how it happened, someone must have slipped it into her spray bottle when she wasn’t looking; but who? Who would do that to her?’ I say, shaking my head and feeling stuck for any kind of thought towards whom the hell I can pin this to.
‘Someone who wanted the duchess out of the way, that’s the direction you need to look in’ comes the voice of Robert, sitting down next to Amaury and running his hand through his newly bleached hair. He hates it, but if the part calls for it then there’s not much he can do. But with this, I can tell by how he’s been since AJ left he’s determined to do anything to make everyone see she’s been set up.
‘So that narrows it down to how many women who are enamoured with her now ex boyfriend?’ Amaury says with mild sarcasm.
‘I have my suspicions, and they all fall firmly upon one head’ Robert replies, being very naughty and stealing one of my cigarettes while giving me a ‘don’t you dare nag at me for smoking’ look as he does. Before all this he’d been off them for nine weeks.
‘Who?’ Amaury and I ask at the same time before I decide to light up again too.
‘Leave that one with me for a while young ones; I want to gather my proof before I go in guns blazing. Give me two days and I’ll catch them out. Something I have to admit I have in common with T Bag is that we’re both good at being sly, and we’re both good at worming information out of people. Give me two days’ is all he says before he gets up and walks off with a nod and a smile that says ‘trust me’. Right now I’ve got few other options but to trust him, and somehow hope he’ll be able to come good on his word.
‘You know, if he only does this for one person, no offence, but I hope he does it for him. Look at him, there sits a broken man’ says Amaury after a few moments of silence. He’s pointing at Went, sat in a chair in the distance outside his trailer looking exactly the same as he has for the last two days; blank. He pulls himself together for his scenes, but other than that he’s very, very quiet. I know why too, it’s because he honestly didn’t want to leave my sister. Not that that’s much comfort to her since he went ahead and left her anyway. I can’t help but be a little mad for him for it, that he couldn’t give her the benefit of the doubt like so many of us did. But then again I know how he thinks, he’s swayed by fact and logic and reason and he’s going to have seen those test results in pure black and white.
‘I know, and I know how he’s seeing it too. That the test results are set in stone and that’s that. Even though I’m mad at him a little I kept help but at least give him that. It’s not his fault he doesn’t know her as well as me’ I say, just before a second but also not unwelcome disturbance to our conversation sits down again next to Amaury. Do I smell or something?
‘Or as well as I did’ says Tam as she sits down
‘Hey pixie, how you doing?’ he asks, using his new little nickname for her. He confessed to me the other day if it wasn’t for his girlfriend Danielle he’d definitely make a play for her. I can’t say I blame him; she’s so pretty and so very sweet too.
‘I miss my buddy’ she replies, poking out her bottom lip. ‘This just isn’t fair; I mean she wouldn’t do this! It’s just not in her nature, she hates drugs so much she helped get me off them so why would she suddenly start to take them herself?’ she then adds, questioning out loud what we’re all thinking.
‘I know sweetie, I know’ I say before we all fall silent for a few moments before changing the subject, trying to just carry on as normal even though speaking for myself at least, things are far from it.
Wentworth’s POV.
Leaving the set at just after midnight I take the long drive home alone for the second time, wishing it was different and she was sitting there next to me in the passenger seat. If she’d have just admitted it things could have been so different. Regardless of what happened with her job I’d have found us another place to rent and kept her here with me, got her off the drugs, helped her get better again. But she just couldn’t be straight with me, and I couldn’t stay with her because of that. It isn’t as cut and dry as that though, because underneath no matter what I said, I still don’t want to believe this and I still hope with everything I have that I’m proven wrong in what I think right now. I don’t want to ever think badly about her, but at the moment the fact that she lied to me has soured me. But still, at the same time, I can’t switch off the fact that I’m in love with her, and will remain that way for a long time yet. Why the hell I never told her that when I was with her I’ll never fucking know, I guess I was waiting for her to say it first. How stupid and coward like is that? Very, yes I know, I know.
And now, she’s gone. Gone because I had no choice but to separate myself from her, because if she lied about something this big what the hell else would she or has she lied about to me about? I just.........................................I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel right now, I ended this yet I feel like shit because of it. I can’t win, I want her but I want honesty. I miss her so much it’s like this constant dull ache, like the emptiness I feel when I peel back the sheets and get into bed without her there is exact in magnitude to the way I feel inside all of the time. Why? Why her? Why not some bullshit girlfriend I had in my twenties that I didn’t really give a shit about? Why the only woman I’ve ever loved to this extent? Why my AJ?
I can lie here and ask questions until I’m blue in the face and sleep deprived even more than I already am (ten hours sleep in forty eight), but it will serve no use. All that any of it boils down to is thus; she isn’t in my life anymore, and that hurts more than I could ever imagine. Turning over I rest my head against the pillow she used, and smell the scent of her shampoo all over it. It makes me feel so sick with sadness I throw it from the bed across the room and turn back over onto the other one, muffling my face into it and letting out a long sigh. It’s going to take me a long time to get over her, and right now I really don’t know where to even begin so I just lie there and watch 1am roll around, then two, then three, then four. God knows what time I got to sleep, but I don’t remember seeing in 5am, just the piercing shrill of the alarm waking me at 6am from a sleep I could hardly settle into.
AJ’s POV.
Looking at my clock I can’t believe I’ve been lying here more or less in the same position as I was ten hours ago when I took to my bed again at 8pm last night, too overcome with sadness to want to do anything else. But for the three hours that preceded my return to bed I sat in the lounge with every single photograph I have of Went and I, and tore them all in two. I just can’t bear to see them, how happy I was when now I’ve lost that happiness forever, just like I can’t bear to look at the silver cuff bracelet he brought me for my birthday or any of the other gifts he gave me during our seven month long relationship, it’s too painful so I put them all in an old cardboard box, taped it up and hid it away from sight in the kitchen before going back through to the lounge and throwing all the photograph halves onto my fire while I cried.
And after I’d done that I just sat and thought about him, every moment we shared, every kind word he ever said to me, everything. It was then that the injustice hit me all over again, how I’d lost my job and the love of my life through no fault of my own, and so I tried to reach out to him again. I sent him a text telling him once again how I was telling him the truth, and that I’d never lie to him. The response I got two hours after sending the message was thus-
‘Please don’t contact me AJ. One day perhaps we can be friends, but don’t hold your breath. I need to get over you first, and right now I have no idea how long that’ll take. Just leave me alone.’
That’s it; those are his final words to me. He’s gone from my life and the likelihood of him ever coming back into it is very slim, and his tone in the text breaks my heart even more, because he thinks he’s been lied to and he hasn’t, if only he knew I’ve done nothing wrong, if only someone could make him see this to stop us both wallowing in misery without each other...............................
Robert’s POV.
Oh how wrong you were to think you could get away with this, you silly little girl. How stupid you were to think that no one would consider you twice as the guilty party. I’ve considered you once, twice, thrice and beyond Tamara, because I know it was you that set my friend up, that you couldn’t live with the fact she made more of her life than you did of your own, you just couldn’t stand she had everything you ever wanted, but for whatever reason just couldn’t achieve for yourself. And when, because I will, prove it’s you behind this, my god you’re going to be in more trouble than you ever bargained for. I know it will take time to prove it, but it’ll be worth it in the end, getting her out and AJ back in where she belongs, here with the people who care about her in the job she worked hard for. But, on day three now since AJ left as I sit and drink my morning coffee in the makeup trailer by myself quietly reading the paper it seems that I’ll find my proof, or at least a small shred of it a lot quicker than I first expected.
‘You know, one thing that strikes me as off in all of this is thus; how the hell did that person who reported her to the big white chiefs know it was speed she was using huh? White powder is white powder after all, which just adds extra fuel to the fire us lot are stoking and that is that AJ was set up, most likely by the anonymous tip off too’ I say as Pam, Alex and myself quietly discuss it yet again. Even though life on set is normal for those who didn’t know her, for those who call her friend it’s still a bit strange not to have her here, and upsetting because of the circumstances surrounding her dismissal.
‘You’re absolutely right there, how the heck could anyone have told that what she was allegedly putting into the bottle was in fact speed? It’s just so....................nail on the head isn’t it?’ says Pam as Alex nods.
‘Well, I just hope there’s some way it can be proven, some way we can catch the person who did it out. Care to share anything more on your theory you shared with Amaury and I yesterday Rob?’ She says to me as I scratch my chin and recline in my seat. I hate the fact that because my character is on the run it calls for me to have an unshaved face. I don’t like not looking smart.
‘I still suspect one person, but that person’s name will not be revealed until I’ve done a little digging. But don’t worry, I’ll catch them out in the end’ I say, looking over and seeing out of the corner of my eye that Tam’s eyes have just shot away from looking at me and now noticing her facade slipping slightly as she brushes powder across the face of one of the extras. She looks nervous; I saw it right there for a few moments before my attention was distracted back to Pam. And just that, just that little look of dread that she thinks someone might be on to her is enough for me to suspect her even more. Sorry, not suspect, know it was her, because I do. And later that night when we break for half an hour while the rain pours down out of the Texan sky and I take my tired and weary ass off to the makeup trailer to find Alex I find another reason to know it was her. Now what was that old saying they used in World War two? Careless talk costs lives? Well in this case, I think when more solid proof has been dug up; I think it’ll cost someone her job.
‘It worked like a dream, she was fired three days ago and yesterday I was asked to take her place so I got what I wanted all along, and much quicker than I expected too...................oh god no, no one can tie it to me I was careful of that; everyone thinks I love her so why would I be suspected?..........................Yeah, some people are saying they think she was spiked but most just believe what I wanted them to believe, that she’s a speed junkie. I still can’t believe I got her out so easily, all that plotting and planning before I even got here has finally paid off..............................yeah, yeah I know I should have got the job back when I applied for it for season one, but I have it now and that’s all that matters’ I overhear Tam saying quietly on her cell between listening pauses as she walks straight into the makeup trailer and then out again, oblivious to the fact I’m sitting right at the back out of her line of vision, and doubly as oblivious to the fact I stood concealed behind the door to listen in to the rest of her conversation with her mystery friend on the other end of the line. And now I know it was her, now I’ve heard the vicious words soaked in malice towards AJ with my own ears all I have to do is prove it, prove that Tamara came down here with only one thing in mind; to secure herself a job as makeup artist in chief without a second thought to who she had to deceive to get it.
Now, the question is where do I go from here? Do I voice my suspicions to my friends and also what I overheard? Or do I wait until I have more proof? Because even in my mind I have to say an overheard telephone conversation is pretty thin on the evidence grounds. No, I have to leave it and think as goddamned hard as I can to think of any more ways I can shine a light upon Miss Neilson’s guilt, and even though I’m a clever man it still takes me another two days until it hits me like a lightning bolt. The thing that’s sticking in everyone’s mind pertaining to AJ’s guilt are those test results, for people like Wentworth, Dom, Lane and so many more who don’t believe she’s innocent those are the final proof that seals her guilt. But you know something? I think rather than being final, those results are the first place to look.
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