Matthew Gray Gubler imagines

Wildest Dreams* (Part 1)

The last thing you expected to happen was to find someone. We were young and completely dumb as you met them. This was not your first time in California when you met the tall, handsome (as hell) stranger. You could say that you had a certain set of standards for a man, but as you met him, it became clouded. You took one look into those hopeful golden eyes, and any resistance faltered. He showed remorse in his stare before anything had even happened yet. It didn't matter as you had quickly fallen into a trance with his gorgeous dopey smile. It had started with a mutual friend situation, the group of you resigning at a beach house.

The night was young, but you were the only introvert in your group of friends. As you walked out of the house and down to the beach, the smell of salt, water and summer filled your senses. Your hair was unruly against the wind, but you didn't mind. Your mind resembled the dark sky ahead of you: clear, blank. Matthew had decided to follow you out by a hunch in his stomach. The whole night, the two of you had been playing a silent game with your eyes. As you were about to get up, your alluring eyes captured him as you glanced over at the door before offering him a sly smile. You wandered out of the door, and he knew he had no choice but to follow. He had to know what was going on behind those eyes, a shred of what you were thinking about, even. Though this journey could end within certain possibilities you knew one thing that nothing lasts forever and this, whatever could possibly happen, would take you and the last shred of innocence you had down.

"What are you thinking about?" Matthew asked, although he wanted to practically beg for a shred of what was going on inside your head. His eyes had briefly wandered your features as he stood close to you. You knew the look in his eyes, full of hunger, that was disguised behind a confident nice guy facade. He wanted you, and you were picking up on this, but he did 'bad' so well, any other girl would think differently.

"I want to leave." You replied, honestly. There was no point in pretending you were thinking about anything else. Your answer was vague, but anyone who was paying attention to you would understand why, this wasn't your scene. None of this.

He said, "Let's get out of this town, drive out of the city away from the crowds."

"I have no idea who you are." You stated the obvious.

"Neither do I." He countered, as the two of you looked over at each other. His cool brown wavy hair with glimmers of gold fought against the wind. His hands rested in his jean pockets, while his loose blue button up seemed to want to fly away with the wind as it moved against his torso. What would he look like with it off? You thought before looking back to his eyes.

Your naivety landed you in his car, the window down as your hand gilded against the air. The two of you wound up in a nice hotel room with a beautiful view of the ocean. You wanted to question how he found someone so remote and beautiful on the 4th of July, a place where you could look out at the fireworks but not be stuck in the crowds.

You stood on the balcony of the room, eagerly waiting (for the fireworks or Matthew is questionable) before turning around as you heard the bathroom door open and saw Matthew flickering the lights off before sauntering over to you. You leaned against the railing as he opened the French doors before stepping on to the landing. Matthew walked closer to you before looking out at the view. There was no question about what the two of you wanted, the spark flying through the air made goosebumps gather on your skin. You shivered as you looked at the man in front of you, and then his eyes diverted from the sky back to you.

"Can I kiss you?" Matthew asked. Though in our dialogue it came out of nowhere, the tension made the question understandable. Why were we here? To look at the fireworks? To bask in silence? The other shoe just needed to drop.

"You know where that leads." You teased, as your hands moved back to grab onto the railing.

"It doesn't have to lead anywhere." He replied. Was he really this charming? Kind? He didn't just bring you to this hotel room and pounce on you right away, assuming the obvious when two strangers go to a hotel for a night. He was expecting to have sex with you, wasn't he?