Matthew Gray Gubler One Shots and Scenarios

Small Things

Small Things

Cast:

Y/N = Your name

Y/N/N = Your nick name

Y/F/F = your female friend's name

Matthew was a man who rarely got frustrated, so when he started throwing the scatter cushions that had been on the couch across from her onto the floor and cursing out loud rather than under his breath, Y/N knew that something was wrong; majorly wrong. She had never seen him so flustered and she had never dealt with him when he was so visibly upset before. She toyed between asking why he was suddenly playing "Angry Birds" with his décor and ignoring him until he had settled down. She decided to leave him be and went back to perusing the shoe catalogue she had picked up some five minutes ago. She had fallen in love with a pair of gorgeous, grey, mid-ankle boots and was struggling between being an adult and saving up to buy them or severely denting her latest paycheque and living off of beans for the foreseeable future. She was practically drooling over the page when her shoe-filled fantasies where disrupted by a five foot nine inch oaf who had begun to scavenge between the cushion she was sat on and the arm of the chair she was leaning her back against.

Slightly miffed at him, she swatted his hand away. "Matthew; what the fuck are you doing?"

He seemed caught off guard by her sudden questioning, his face flushed bright red.

He mumbled something into the air between them as he turned to the left and began rummaging through the gap that set the cushion she was sitting on and the one her legs were propped on apart from each other, and although he usually was quite soft-spoken, he was practically inaudible.

"What was that?"

His head snapped up, making her slightly aware that his anger was close to erupting and she fully expected him to shout at her. However, as soon as his eyes focused on her, he took a deep breath and immediately seemed to calm down;

"I've lost my wallet."

"I thought you put it in your bag?"

"That's the new one. I'm looking for the old one."

She raised her eyebrows; it was rare for him to get worked up, never mind over something as small as his ratty old wallet. She looked around at the pile of washing that had yet to be done in the corner and the mess he had made whilst looking for it. It was probably around here somewhere. She really didn't see why it was so important for him to find the three-bit, flaking leather object that had long been ripped at the seams and had been repaired with duct tape one too many times.

She lowered the catalogue to get a better view of her muscle-clad boyfriend in an almost too-tight tank top, the red shade of his face fading to a rosy pink. "Why the urgency?"

He chewed on his bottom lip. "There are a couple of things I haven't taken out of it that I need."

"Oh." She sighed, her eyes falling to her wrists and suddenly clocking the time on her purple-strapped watch. "Oh!" She stood up abruptly, throwing the catalogue onto the space she had now vacated.

Matthew's eyes watched her wildly as she slid on her Uggs and put her own wallet into the front pocket of his hoodie that she had borrowed for lounging around in after staying the night.

She pressed a kiss to his lips. "I gotta go! I'm picking up Y/F/F from the airport and if I don't leave now then I'll never make it in time." Her best friend was returning from a business trip to New York and needed a ride home- something they had planned months in advance.