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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.

The one thing I have to say I hate about being away from my home in sunny Hollywood when I’m working away on location is the inconsistent contact I get with my nearest and dearest. Because right now as I navigate my way back to the two floor apartment my sister and I have rented for our stay in the windy city, I know there is one person other than her that I know will have answers for me about this little situation I seem to be in with Wentworth. Thank god for webcams and MSN is all I’m saying.

Arriving back at the strangely set out apartment (even though we are close we love our own space, so have set out two apartments contained within one- both of us sharing the kitchen downstairs and the bathroom up) I go upstairs to my half of our little home from home and throw my bag down on the couch in what was supposed to be one giant bedroom (two rooms knocked through I imagine) and move to the corner to switch the TV on. I’m the kind of person who likes space and lots of it but I just couldn’t help thinking how bare this big bedroom looked when we got the keys to the place two weeks ago, so decided so that each of us could have her own space to convert it into a bedroom come lounge, with the bed and dressing table over to one side of the room and a two seat couch and armchair over by the balcony windows and TV at the opposing end. Alex’s downstairs bedroom is what we imagine should be used as a dining room. Grabbing my laptop off the floor where I placed it the previous night I open the screen and with my other hand change the channel over to see a late night repeat of Desperate Housewives, trying not to feel too bitter over the fact that it was show I had applied to work on but failed to obtain the contract for my sister and myself when they had been hiring the crew. I still enjoy the it very much when I have time to tune in. Looking away from the opening credits of the show and back to my laptop I light a cigarette and pull my little green glass ashtray closer while my MSN automatically signs itself in. Immediately a little box flashes up from the very person I want to chat to, my buddy Josh who is currently working the graveyard shift at the mental institution he nurses at.

‘Hello gorgeous! How’s Chicago?’ comes the text, and then a message asking me to accept his webcam connection. Normally of course he wouldn’t even be allowed to use MSN while working let alone add a webcam to that equation too, but since it’s just him and two others there caring for the patients throughout the night then none of his superiors are any the wiser. I press accept and turn my speakers up a little so I can hear him, by now totally used to this form of communication since for the last year I’ve hardly been at home.

‘Can you hear me?’ I ask, just to make sure.

‘Clear as a bell my little lovely!’ he says, waving at me as the visual connection is properly established and he turns his webcam around to point at his face, grinning like an idiot and waving frantically at me, moves I’m of course quick to reciprocate.

‘And yeah Chicago is cool, not that I’ve seen very much of it that isn’t the locations for the shoots though but I plan on doing something about that when we break this Friday. I gotta three day weekend coming my way and I’m quite frankly damn excited about it!’ I reply, watching him clap at that news in his usual OTT way, always happy, bouncy and excited.

‘Oh super! Well you enjoy it girl you sure deserve a little break from painting people’s faces! Oh Ike sends his love by the way’ Josh tells me, referring to his partner of ten years Ike who is also a very good friend of mine.

‘Send love back, and tell him get a haircut too’ I say, making Josh laugh at our little in joke about the current state of Ike’s huge afro hairdo he’s sporting right now after ‘having enough of him yanking my hair into cornrows!’ as he put it last time I visited them, Ike obviously disgruntled at the way Josh yanks on your hair when he braids it. I remember that feeling well, he did mine a few years ago so tight they didn’t care move.

‘I will sweetie’ he begins, laughing still. ‘So how’s everything going on your new job? I know you’re only five days in but what’s the lowdown? Met any nice people?’ he then asks me, picking up his drink to the side of the desk and taking a few sips.

‘Yes lots of lovely cast and crew members, a few I know I’ll miss already when filming has finished too. And well.....................there’s something I wanna talk to you about. About someone I’ve met and...............’ is all I manage to say before Josh lets out a big comic gasp and flaps his hands.

‘Oh my god have you met a guy? I can see it in your face you’ve gone all shy and cute! Okay tell me, tell me! Cast or crew?’ he says frantically.

‘Cast’ I reply, laughing at his little display of excitement.

‘Okay what’s his name? I’m so calling up imdb so I can have a peek!’ he says as I watch him load the page on the computer his end.

‘Wentworth Miller’ I say, watching him nod and type in the name, and then just about burst into hysterics as the page loads and he sees a picture of Went.

‘LORD IN HEAVEN THE MAN IS A TOTAL HOTTIE! WOW GIRL!’ he practically screams, making me laugh more.

‘Shhhhh you’ll wake the patients!’ I reply, still giggling.

‘Not with the amount of knock out pills we feed ‘em honey! So come of what’s the 411 with this guy then?’ he then asks. I feel it’s time to light another cigarette while I go through the talks I’ve had with Went over the last five days, starting to feel a little silly and like I’m making something out of nothing as I go along. But in the same breath I can just feel that perhaps there’s something there. And so I sit back and explain it all to Josh, watching him nodding as he takes it all in and makes the right facial expressions and noises at the right intervals throughout my explanation. And once I’m done he takes a few seconds to digest it all before answering.

‘So you wanna know what I think of it all then? From his point of view?’ he begins, watching me nodding. ‘Okay well I really can’t answer for him but from what you’ve just told me it definitely sounds like he’s interested girl! Ask him out!’ he continues with.

‘Oh I can’t do that! No way, uh-uh!’ I say, putting my hands over my face and cringing at the thought. I don’t ask guys out usually, confident I may be but.....................it’s different with Went. He kinda makes me feel like I’m just this little girl getting lost in his vast shadow, makes me nervous. Something I then explain to Josh as well as the fact that he seems very much a man who is hard to figure out. Once again he digests what he’s been told before he replies.

‘Well I agree with what you just said Alex told you. Play him at his own game and you’ll soon find out his motives! And as for feeling like a little girl, well tiny and cute you may be but you have the attitude of someone three times your size! Use it! And shit honey I’m sorry the alarm just sounded so I have to go, I think we have an escapee on our hands so ill talk to you when I can, I’m sorry again love you bye’ he says all at once, the connection closing on the webcam link.

‘Bye bye, love you too. And thanks for the advice’ I text to him since our lines of communication between computers has been severed. Staying online for a little longer I read my emails before switching my laptop off and curling up on the couch under a throw, feeling my eyelids growing heavy. It’s just turned 12.37am and I have to be up again in four hours for my six am start on set, when I get to spend four hours with Went applying his transfers again. And it’s that excitement to be spending time with him that holds my sleepy eyelids open for a while after I’ve curled up in bed, before sleep takes over and off I go into dream world. And yeah you guessed it, I dreamt of him all night long. Pathetic isn’t it?

The next morning when I arrive at the indoor set of Joliet prison (which is being used as the set of the fictitious Fox River penitentiary) I go straight to the makeup trailer to begin setting out all of the transfers I open the door to see Went already in the chair waiting for me, Robert to his side showing him a newspaper article.

‘Aha! Morning duchess! Knock me a little kiss’ says Robert, ever the charmer as he taps a finger against his cheek. I roll my eyes and reach over to blot a pink stain of lipgloss onto his cheek, making him smile widely and then go and bug my sister for much the same. He really is a sweetheart.

‘Do I get one of those too? At least in return for fetching this for you’ Went says, passing me a huge cup of takeout coffee with a small smile. The way he’s looking at me, god, it’s all I can do not to pounce on him! If of course his presence hadn’t done the usual thing of shooting my nerves to hell.

‘Sure’ I reply, leaning down and quickly pecking his cheek. ‘Thank you’ I then say holding up the coffee and taking a careful sip as I can feel my cheeks starting to burn. Oh god, I really do like him. And I know it’s only been three days but I just can’t help it!

‘You’re welcome, and can you pass me a tissue please so I can remove that sticky crap you just covered my cheek in?’ he says with a smile, referring to my lipgloss.

‘Sorry, and here you go’ I say, passing him a tissue.

‘Don’t be, it was worth it’ he replies, winking quickly at me and making my heart do somersaults in my chest. And just as I begin to get excited about the fact I now have four hours with him to enjoy all the flirting that’s likely to come, it doesn’t happen and once again I feel deflated and confused as he just plugs in his i-pod and listens to music while Alex and I apply his transfers. Halfway through the session my sister is called away to work on the guys already on set, leaving just me and him and a hell of a lot of silence.

‘Play him at his own game’ I hear the joint voices of Alex and Josh saying inside my head, and so I do and don’t initiate any conversation with him as I apply the transfers apart from the usual ‘lift your arm up, stand up now, okay you can sit back down’ routine as I place the transfers around his upper torso. And when I’m finished and begin applying makeup to his face I keep my composure cool, still being very quiet with him and not returning any of the glances he gives me either. Just when I wonder if it’s working, I get my answer.

‘You’ve gone very quiet on me’ he comments, watching me mixing powder in my palette.

‘Have I?’ I say nonchalantly.

‘You know you have AJ’ he replies with a small knowing smile.

‘I’m concentrating’ I tell him with an air of finality he also picks up on, becoming silent for a few moments before speaking again.

‘Have I done something to annoy you? You’re usually a lot more chatty than this’ he asks two or so minutes later.

‘What could you have possibly done to annoy me Went?’ I ask, my tone cool but not stand offish.

‘I really have no clue, that’s why I asked you’ he replies calmly.

‘All done, see you on set in a little while’ I say, smiling warmly yet still not dignifying him with an answer. He smiles back, but behind that smile I can see a frown starting to creep across his brow as he turns and exits the trailer, carefully pulling his shirt back on as he goes. And for the rest of that day whenever I’m in his company I act just as cool with him, not picking up on anything flirtatious he may say or act out towards me, just playing it cool all the way. And it’s the trend for the rest of the week too, not being unfriendly with him but definitely playing hard to get. And I can tell by the time the last filming day of Thursday comes around before the three day break, he’s definitely getting frustrated.

Wentworth’s POV.

Perhaps I was wrong to play games with AJ, because now it would seem she’s definitely gone quiet on me. That nice little rapport we had firing to and fro between us has ceased to exist, and while she isn’t being belligerent towards me, far from it in fact, I can’t help but think she’s retreating a little from me. I guess I have to just be straight with her, and tell her I do actually like her and think that there’s a connection between us and knock this game playing on the head. But you know something? Game playing is like my safety mechanism, just in case I’m ever wrong about someone. Even though I’m a grown man I still feel like a little kid chasing after the prettiest girl in school sometimes, a shyness that somehow hasn’t left me since I was fourteen makes me do it. Well, before she closed up and went quiet on me I can almost certainly say I think she was interested, so now I guess the balls in my court. And I know we have a three day break as of tomorrow so I better do something about it soon, because, stupid as it sounds, I know I’ll miss being away from her for three days. Yeah, I sound like a little love struck kid here but I just can’t help it. She’s fascinating, she’s gorgeous, and she’s just so damn cute it makes me crazy. And as I find out pretty quickly that evening, has so much more about her than meets the eye when I find her crying in the makeup trailer.

‘AJ are you okay there?’ I ask her as soon as I walk in, the sound of Bach playing from the small stereo in the corner.

‘Yes I’m fine’ she sniffs, wiping away her tears and smiling.

‘Well, in my experience people don’t cry unless they’re upset, are you sure you’re alright?’ I ask, walking to her and putting my arm around her shoulder lightly, not really knowing if it’s an appropriate gesture of comfort only having known her for a short time.

‘I just....................god I feel like such an idiot telling you this but.........sometimes music is so beautiful it moves me to tears, and this song always does’ she says shyly, making a huge wave of admiration for her admittance of that fact swell within me. Here she is, loud, brash, heavily tattooed AJ looking like a little tough biker chick, and Air on a G String makes her cry. That’s got to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Told you she was cute.

‘That’s not idiotic, I think it’s very honest of you to admit music sometimes moves you to tears with its beauty. There’s not a lot of people out there who would admit such a thing’ I say, my arm gripping her shoulder a little harder before I remove it and sit down, needing to have some of the transfers applied to my skin earlier touched up a little where they’ve started to peel. And as I sit there, I just hope it takes longer than a few minutes to fix, as I really want to try and get back to where we were before, how we were talking to each other for an hour and a half on that wall three days ago after the fire alarm had driven us all out of the set.

‘So is it just Bach’s music that gets you a little teary?’ I ask her as she looks at where the transfers have peeled back on my wrist.

‘Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven always gets the waterworks going too. I just can’t help it, it’s too beautiful. I wish I could go back in time and sit on the front row at one of his performances and listen to him play. I’d kill to be able to play piano like him. I suck in comparison’ she says.

‘Well I think if you compare your playing to his that is the opinion you’ll come up with no matter how good you are, he was an amazing pianist and writer, one of a kind. So how long have you played piano for then?’ I ask her.

‘Since I was four, I’m classically trained to a high level but I still think I’m awful, no matter what anyone says I always compare myself to the greats and see how much I pale in comparison to them’ she replies, carefully moving where the transfer has come loose and re setting it to the side of my wrist slowly with the aid of a small brush.

‘You know, I find out something new about you every day. And the more I find out the more I wanna know. Like I told you, you’re such an interesting person’ I reply, smiling at her genuinely.

‘Thank you’ she says, smiling the first real wide smile I’ve seen since our time sat out on the wall together.

‘Vous avez un beau sourire’ I tell her, our eye contact not breaking.

‘I know that’s French, but I have no idea what you just said to me’ she says, softly shaking her head and tucking a strand of her neon red hair behind her ear, something I had to practically sit on my hand to stop myself from doing for her.

‘I said you have a beautiful smile. Told you I’d teach you’ I reply, our eyes still locked together and then the most uncomfortable, yet at the same time comfortable silences fall over us and we are just sat looking at each other. And for the first time, I feel brave enough just to think ‘ahh what the fuck’ and reach out and kiss her. Because every time I look at her it’s exactly what I want to do.

‘Wentworth are you finished? We need you back on set for your scene with Dominic’ comes the voice of one of the runners from the door, snapping us both out of our eye lock.

‘Gotta go, and try not to listen to anything that’ll make you cry while I’m not here to hug you’ I say to her, turning to leave.

‘Well, you didn’t exactly hug me last time dude’ she replies, leaving me with only one option.

‘How’s this then?’ I ask, walking back over and folding both my arms around her, and feeling instantly like we are two jigsaw pieces made to fit together perfectly.

‘Lovely’ she says a little dreamily, looking up at me with that same smile before pushing away a little as she colours up at her sweet little confession. Her shyness returns it would seem. It’s like she’s checking herself, putting up a wall between how she wants to act and how she wants me to perceive her. ‘Well I’ll be along on set in a little while, see you in a bit’ she says totally calmly with a small smile, turning her back and pretending to fix something in her makeup bag. I can see she just wants a bit of space so I leave her too it, gentlemanly enough to let he be embarrassed on her own.

AJ’s POV.

Just for a second then, I really, really wanted to reach out and kiss him; he looked so beautiful, so perfect. Damn I have a crush on him! I’m twenty eight years old for the love of god! That’s too old to have a crush on someone but he makes me get butterflies and a tingly feeling all over when I look him in the eyes. And me playing cool just seems to be prompting him to keep taking steps further towards me, it’s definitely working. But now I have to say I do feel a little embarrassed about him walking in on me splashing tears at Bach, but the way he reacted was very sweet. I grab my cigarettes and stand outside of the trailer for the time it takes to smoke it before grabbing my back and heading off to set.
Standing on the side I have to keep reminding myself not to look at Wentworth so intently, stopping myself staring and constantly catching his eye. And then watching him doing the same, and also noticing it’s what I’m doing as well and trying not to laugh as I do the same. But it starts to become impossible as we repeatedly catch each other’s eye between takes and then keep having to pretend not to laugh. And so it kept on escalating until I pulled a face at him and he completely cracked up.

‘Alright Went what’s funny? Asked our director Kevin Hooks.

‘You wouldn’t get it’ he said, biting his lip and trying not to laugh any more as his eyes darted to me and then back at Kevin again.

‘Try me’ Kevin laughed lightly.

‘Jim Morrison’ replied Went, making me fall into embarrassed hysterics on the side line of the set, covering my face with the tattoo magazine I’d been reading while I could hear him laughing and everyone else not getting it at all.

‘I do believe that’s an in joke Wentworth has with the duchess’ remarked Rob, standing and pointing between the pair of us as everyone laughed. I pulled myself together at once and just stood smiling; looking at Went one last time before becoming engrossed in my magazine to hide how much I’m still smiling. In that moment, it felt real for the first time. Like we both know there’s a connection there, no matter how small.
For the rest of the evening until we wrap up it’s all strictly business, mainly because of the emotionally heavy scenes filmed, but once off set and after end of shoot has been called its back to laughing and joking, Amaury Nolasco who plays the character Fernando Sucre telling me a list of jokes about Italian people while I string a list off back at him about Puerto Ricans. I like people who don’t take themselves seriously enough to get offended over comic jibes at their appearance or race; I certainly don’t. I’m a proud Italian American on my mother’s side so I’ve been the brunt of many joke about the Italians over the years, but I’ve always laughed rather than taken offence, something I’m doing right now.
Excusing himself to speak with one of the crew briefly I stand and continue to giggle at the joke he just told me, when suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and a tingling feeling of anticipation at the back of my head.

‘Vous avez un beau rire’ I hear Went say quietly, his voice although deep and sensuous to my ears, also somewhat soothing too. It’s insane how much I like him already.

‘I have a beautiful...........?’ I say, gesturing for him to fill me in on the rest I didn’t know.

‘Laugh, you have a beautiful laugh’ he says, moving around to stand in front of me with a smile I’m growing really used to seeing. And then Alex calls me to talk about our arrangements for hours over the next shooting period and I have to excuse myself. He just nods and smiles a little more as I turn around to walk over to Alex, safe in the knowledge I think he’s going to wait until I’m done talking. Yet when I turn around less than five minutes later he’s gone, and I don’t see him again until we resume filming on Monday. He’s really trying to keep me on my toes this guy, but at the same time I think I can work out what’s happening here. He’s the one playing me again now, waiting for me to make a few steps of my own in his direction.
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