Matthew Gray Gubler One Shots and Scenarios

How You Get The Girl

How You Get The Girl.

For the first time in months, Matthew was finally home from filming and the first thing he wanted to do, after seeing his parents, was to give Y/N, a call. They had been friends for longer than he could remember, their friendship sealed long before they had even come into the world thanks to their parents being childhood friends. She was in most, if not all, of his favourite memories and was such a prominent part of his life that their parents had often joked about them ending up married one day. The pair was always referred to as Y/N and Matthew or Matthew and Y/N as though they were one entity, two halves to a whole. Where one was, the other was never far behind except for the last six months or so when their invisible elastic bond had been stretched from Nevada to Los Angeles. They had been on the phone for over an hour with Matthew trying to convince her to finally go on a date with him (something he had been doing practically since he had left and had realised how much he actually missed her) when he suddenly heard a smash, followed by a blood-curdling scream and then the sound of the dial tone as the line went dead. In that instant his blood ran cold. He tried desperately to dial her home number again but the call wouldn't connect. He tried her mobile only to be met with her voicemail.

"Answer the phone, answer the phone." He paced around the room, trying the number several times to no avail. Spotting his car keys on a hook beside the fridge, an idea sprung to mind. He grabbed them and without a single thought hurried out of the house to his car. A thunderstorm raged outside. Rain battered down on him but he didn't feel a thing as it made quick of numbing his skin. He flung open the door, jammed the key into the ignition and turned it on. The car coughed and spluttered with no result. He tried again, getting frustrated when the same thing happened. He smashed his hands down onto the steering wheel. Damn it. He drummed on the wheel as he thought of what to do. He stared at the garage. Whoever had last been in there – probably his younger brother, had left the side door slightly ajar. From his seat he could see a metal frame. Was that... a bike? Getting out of the car he ran towards the door, pushing it fully open. Inside was his sister's bright pink messenger bike complete with a flower-topped basket that hadn't seen the light of day in about ten years. He groaned in frustration then sighed. It would have to do. Feeling every shred of dignity leave his body, Matthew swung his left leg over the bike and took off. Although it had only been outside for less than a minute, the seat already had a small puddle, seeping through his jeans. It must've been a sight to see a young man in his late teens riding a Barbie-fied bike in the pouring rain. A bolt of lightning struck through the sky in the distance followed by a row rumble. Matthew counted down the seconds in between the rolls of thunder as he peddled as hard as he could, determined to reach her before the lightning got closer. A single decker bus drove past; pushing a giant puddle upwards and creating a sheet of water large enough to cover up to his neck but still he did not feel a thing. Passengers in the dry laughed yet he did nothing more than continue cycling on. He had something far more important to worry about than bratty school kids getting their jollies from a complete stranger's misfortune. He carried on peddling until his calves burned and then some, still uncaring, his mind set fully on his destination.

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief when he got to her front gate, complete with soaked clothing and chattering teeth. The lights were still on, untouched by the electrical fault that seemed to be taking over the phone lines, and her car was out front. Dumping the bike in the driveway, he dashed over the door and began banging his fists on it. There was no answer. Instead, he ran around to the back of the house and tried the door there. There was still no answer. It was then that he thought to look up. As luck would have it, her bedroom window was wide open. Turning one of the trash cans onto its side to act as a booster, he stepped up onto it and launched himself up onto the next one. Her family garage was next to it so, taking his opportunity, he climbed up onto the roof. Her window was close enough to the garage that he only had to climb through it.

A scream caught him off-guard and he stopped in his tracks, getting a fright in the process. Stood before him was Y/N in nothing more than a towel, the water from her freshly washed hair trickling down her forehead and gathering on the tip of her nose and dropping off. His brain seemed to freeze and his mouth dropped open. He was still only half way in her window, his torso leaning on the window ledge.

She crossed her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow. "Matt? What are you doing?"

"Would you believe I was just hanging out?"

She shook her head in amusement. "Get inside, you idiot."

He pulled the rest of his body through the window, dripping water everywhere. He closed the window over.

"So why are you really here?"

"I just thought you might wanna close your window; you were letting the rain in..."

She raised an eyebrow at him.

His shoulders drooped. "I was just checking that you were OK. I heard something smashing and then you screaming."

"So you came all the way over?"

He nodded. "On a pink bike as well."

She laughed. "Why?"

"The line went dead and there was no answer when I called back. I tried your mobile but you didn't pick up. I thought something bad had happened to you and you needed me."

She smiled to herself, her heart fluttering. "All I needed saving from was the glass of orange juice that I managed to spill all down myself. It was so cold that I got a fright and dropped it. That would've been what you heard smashing. The scream would've been me overacting. I must not have hung up the phone properly." She blushed; she hadn't meant to cause such a hassle.

"So you're OK?"

"Perfectly fine, although slightly mortified that you're seeing me in just a towel."

He went to cover his eyes and she giggled.

"I'll wait outside for you." He moved around her and made a beeline for the door.

"Matthew?"

He turned back to her.

"If your offer still stands I would love to go out with you sometime."