Voices. A Matt Brown story. Alaskan Bush People Fan Fiction

Voices. A Matt Brown story

You watched him from a distance and hoped he couldn't see you. There wasn't a single thing wrong with him that you could see. He was so perfect. You absently pulled on a lock of your thin brown hair as you watched him, wishing again that it was full and glossy like the girls you saw in the magazines.

His hair was brown too, but his was sexy and wild with gray scattered throughout the soft curls. You pushed your glasses back up on your nose and tried to focus on his face. Although his hair was mostly gray, his face was youthful and it was made even more boyish by the fact that he hadn't stopped smiling and laughing in all the time you were watching him.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Who were you kidding? What man as gorgeous as him would ever want to be with someone like you? You looked down at your hands with their short, bitten-off fingernails. Folding your hands together, you turned your fingers inward to hide your nails. But as you glanced back up at him, you felt a familiar aching in your chest. Oh, no! Why were you letting yourself get all worked up about this guy? He was clearly so far out of your league that you weren't even playing the same game.

Sighing heavily, you took one last look at him and began to gather your things. You had been sitting on that hard bench near the pier for so long that your butt was starting to ache. But it was worth it to watch him working on his boat and daydreaming about what a life with him as your man would be like.

You took your time stuffing your books and notepad into your backpack. The remnants of the small lunch you had eaten also went into the backpack. Since you have been trying to lose those last few pounds, you didn't want to waste any bit of food. You definitely would get hungry later and that half of an apple just might hold you until dinnertime. With your head down, you didn't see him running up to the bench.

"Hi!" He yelled before he was even close to you. Looking up, you couldn't believe he was talking to you. Glancing around and behind you, you expected to see the pretty girl he was obviously talking to. But there was no one around except you. Your heart thudded in your chest when you didn't see anyone else around, male or female. He was talking to you!

"Hello?" You smiled tentatively as he skidded to a stop right in front of you. Up close he was even more beautiful and your mind reeled as you tried to figure out what he might want.

"Hi!" He said again, his grin lighting up his face. He was definitely younger than his hair made him look. "I was working as fast as I could." He puffed and you looked quizzically at him, not understanding what he meant.

"I'm sorry?"
"I saw you sitting here but I had to finish what I was doing. Then I saw you getting ready to leave, so I had to just drop everything to get here before you left." He was smiling so openly at you and his bright blue eyes were dancing but you still couldn't wrap your mind around what he was saying.

"Are you sure you mean to be talking to me?" His smile faltered and he seemed a bit unsure. But then his smile immediately returned.

"Well, yes. I saw you watching me. I thought maybe you wanted to meet me. " He looked at you with such an expectant look on his face. "Hi. I'm Matt."

You wanted to be happy and excited but you were absolutely mortified. Realizing that he had seen you watching made you feel so much like a stalker that you wanted to disappear into the ground.

"How embarrassing." It was the only thing you could think of to say and once the words were out of your mouth you were even more embarrassed. But Matt seemed to find that incredibly funny because he let out a crazy laugh that was so loud it made you step back a little.

"Please don't be embarrassed. It's definitely not every day that I have a pretty girl watching me work." He leaned toward you when he said that and you surprised yourself that you didn't pull back. He was so cute. Even if he decided you weren't worth his time, at least you could have the memory of seeing his face up close.