Someone Like You (A Matthew Gray Gubler Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

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Isabelle looked up and caught him staring down at her hand before his eyes came back up to meet hers. She tugged on his tie, pulling him even closer. She could feel his warm breath and the closer that he got, the harder her heart pounded in her chest. At the last moment, their lips so close, he moved his head, his lips grazing her cheek.

"Isabelle, I had a really wonderful time tonight. I would...I would really like to, well, I'd like to do this again." He stumbled over his words, his nervousness so charming.

"I'd like that very much Spencer. You have my number." Isabelle released his tie, pushing open her front door. "I expect to get a phone call from you. Good Night." She slipped into her apartment, the smile on his face being the last thing she saw.

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"Perfect! That's a wrap people. Call time is 8am tomorrow."

I walked off the set, stopping briefly at my chair to grab my bag and jacket. I was shoving my script into my bag when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around see Matthew standing behind me. "What's up Gubler?"

He appeared nervous, his fingers fidgeting at his sides. "Jamie...I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to go and grab a drink."

I smiled, "I'd love too, but I can't tonight. Got any plans for this weekend?"

His face, which feigned disappointment, quickly changed to a look of hope. "I currently have no plans for Sunday evening."

"Ummm, well I was kind of hoping that you would be free on Saturday."

He nodded his head, "I can do Saturday."

"Great! We can hash out the details tomorrow. I gotta run, but do you have my number?"

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts, "Appears as if I do." He looked up at me, his eyes locking onto mine.

I winked at him, "Good...use it." I turned and walked towards the exit. I had no idea what I had just done. I wasn't interested in Gubler, was I? No...I couldn't be. What would we even talk about? But maybe, just maybe I was wrong. There was an undeniable attraction and I did find him to be awfully cute...he just wasn't my type. However, was there any harm in getting to know him on a more, personal level? I shook my head as I unlocked my car, tossing my bag into the back seat. No, there wasn't anything wrong with having a drink with him...I just needed to make sure that if I truly wasn't interested, that I didn't make the mistake of leading him on. We were working together at the moment, the moment possibly turning into a much longer gig. Not only that, we both worked in the same business and would cross paths again. Nope, leading him on would lead to very bad consequences.

I was on set early the next morning. Wardrobe had called me last night, needing me in earlier than call time to make an adjustment to one of my costumes. I headed to the makeup trailer after the alterations, enjoying the peace and quiet before the flurry of the morning started. I didn't hear him but seeing movement out of the corner of my eye caused me to jump slightly. A giggle broke the stillness of my solitude.

"Good morning Gubler." I raised my coffee to him in salute, "Ready to start the day?"

He caught my eye in the mirror, "You're here early?"

"Wardrobe needed me. When they say jump, you just gotta say, how high."

He smiled, rolling his eyes slightly. "How was your night last night? What were your big plans?"

"I don't remember telling you that I had big plans." I smiled back at him, keeping eye contact. "My team was playing last night. I was with a bunch of friends at a buddy's house.'