Matthew Gray Gubler One Shots and Scenarios

If These Sheets Were States #4

Obligatory "ignore the All Time Low" bit. 

Also: I know #3 is missing from this set. Chalk it up to technical issues. 

"Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me,

I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again."

The longer days and lack of darkness at night were proving difficult for Y/N. Even with the blackout curtains pulled tight across the window the light still shone in making it hard for her to sleep. It made her days even longer, her nights far shorter and the pit of loneliness she felt only grew deeper with each passing hour. Since agreeing to move across the country to be with Matthew, she had gone from being the life of the party to a secluded prisoner in her daily routine of eat, sleep and work. Not that she could sleep. Having grown up in Baltimore she had been spoiled by it getting dark at a reasonable hour, even during the summer months. Now that she was here in California in the height of summer she was barely surviving on very little sleep that no amount of blackout curtains and sleep masks could rectify. It certainly didn't help that in recent days a street light had been erected right outside of their bedroom window, seemingly needing to be on at full beam though at its darkest the streets barely needed it and without Matthew there to cuddle up to the loneliness that she felt inside intensified. She sat up, having slipped straight past tired and into being an overtired ball of energy. She glanced at the bedside table reading the numbers displayed on the clock. It was only 4am. It was too early for her to get up and make a head start on the chores without waking the neighbours and it was too late for her to call anyone back home despite there only being a three hour time zone difference. Her thoughts of irritation at not being able to sleep for longer than an hour or so at a time drifted towards Matthew. She went over his press tour schedule in her head. By now he would be in Maine. No matter where he was in the USA he would only be three hours behind her too but unlike her family and friends he was more likely to be awake trying to burn off the excess energy that came with the adrenalin from being on stage mere hours before. She picked up her phone from the nightstand but instead of calling or texting him she opened up SnapChat. Picking a filter that made the dark circles under her eyes less prominent and her knotted hair created by tossing and tossing appear to be less wild, she made a miserable face and snapped her shot. She captioned it with 'sad and can't sleep' and sent it to his private account. If he was awake and on the app he would get the notification straight away and if he was asleep it wouldn't wake him up unlike sending a text or calling would. Within seconds her phone was vibrating in her hand, an incoming call from Matthew lighting up the screen. She stifled a giggle. The picture that she had set under his number was of him pulling a funny face, dressed up as a boob – the right one to be exact. It had been part of their couples' Halloween costume from the year before where they had gone as a pair of breasts solely for her to get Matthew to dress as a 'right tit'. It had been a great comedic choice on her part and still to this day made her laugh.

She accepted the call but couldn't speak, trying hard not to wake the neighbours with her laughter.

Matthew's voice came on the line, clearly amused. He had known when he'd called that that picture would pop up, instantly making her feel happier than she had been. "I knew you'd find that funny."

She tried to compose herself, tears rolling down her face. "It's just too hilarious."

"Wanna tell me why you're sad and can't sleep?"

She groaned. She knew she'd get straight to the point. "I think our blackout curtains are faulty. They're still letting in the light so I haven't slept properly in about three days - I'm beyond delirious at this point – and I'm sad because you're not here. It's rather lonely when you're new and don't know anyone and the only person you do know is away."

He sighed. He had been afraid that this would happen.

She took him sighing as him being annoyed. He had every right to be. She had, after all, been on board with the move and had known that it would take some time to settle in. "Don't get me wrong; I love it here. I just need to find something to help me sleep. I'm sure I'll feel so much better once I get a good eight hours or so in. There's no need for us to get into it."

"I wasn't going to. I know I was excited for this move and didn't want to think of the down sides to it but I understand how you feel. I can't sleep either."

"Too wired after your scenes?"

"Nah." He didn't want to lie to her. He couldn't let her feel bad for being human – especially when he hadn't been feeling like himself either. "Well, that and you're not here. I'm so used to you being pressed up next to me that I don't know how to sleep on my own anymore."

"You could go spoon Shemar. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

This made him laugh. "I know you 'ship' us together but it's not going to happen." He was clearly joking.

"Aww, damn." She giggled down the line. Despite them being on a long distance call, just hearing his voice made her feel so much closer to him.

They continued to converse for over two hours, Matthew staying on the line with her until his own eyelids grew tired.

"I hate to break up a good time but I'm in danger of my eyes shutting and falling out of my bunk."

She gave a soft sigh. "Then go to sleep, love. It's nearly half five here anyway so it won't be long until the rest of the outside world wakes up and I can get on with things. I might even go to the gym."

"Call me if you get sad again, OK? I'll get up."

She made him a promise; "... Only if you do the same."

"Deal."

"Sealed?"

"Sealed. Slippery eel?"

Matthew wondered if he'd heard her right. "What the hell does that even mean?"

"I've no idea. I told you; I'm delirious. "

"Go try to nap and don't do any heavy lifting."

"I promise. Now go to sleep." She tried to get him to hang up, finding the to and fro amusing.

"No driving either – get an Uber."

"Yes, sir."

"Y/N?"

"Matthew."

"I love you."

"I love you too."