𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. matthew gray gubler

↳ vii. let's get a little closer

vii. let's get a little closer
—LOLA NOVAK

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       MATTHEW FREAKING GRAY
Gubler. I completely understand the hype with this man now.

I couldn't help but wonder how he was single. I mean, Matthew was the tiniest bit strange, I had to admit, but he was such a charming human being. He was incredibly kind, humble, handsome, he literally was the FULL package.

The man probably couldn't hurt a fly without crying, and I adored nothing more than that. Soft, is a good word for him.

I couldn't deny that there was something between us, and it was clear to me that I was attracted to Matthew, and not in a friend way. And it was also clear to me that Matthew liked me as well—it was just the way he looked at me; earlier when he paused and stared, I saw his pupils dilate which was probably the biggest sign out there. His eyes were so big that I could see the tiniest of changes in them.

And that made me feel like the prettiest girl on this planet. I knew it was wrong to be flirting with him like this, considering that I was for sure never going to date a celebrity ever again...but I just couldn't stop myself. He was soooo damn cute.

"What do you want?" Matthew asked, turning to me. We were at a Panda Express Drive thru now, after about thirty minutes of being caught in LA traffic.

I paused, leaning over and looking at the menu. I saw how Matthew tensed up, immediately looking away from me which made my heart flutter. He got so shy sometimes it was shocking to me.

"The veggie stir fry." I muttered to the man, turning my head slightly to gaze at him. Matthew met my eyes, and up close I could see his pupil go big once more.

"Okay," Matthew said, his gaze leaving mine before he parroted my order to the voice-box.

I returned to my seat, staring at his unfairly attractive side profile. Matthew had an itty-bitty nose, which curved upwards to a small point. His jawline was so sharp it could probably give me a haircut, his cheekbones high and structured.

His lips were so pretty and pink. I found myself slipping into some unwanted thoughts.

We waited in the car for the food, slipping into a comfortable silence.

"Did you not like modeling?" I asked him, wanting to talk some more. Matthew glanced up at me, nodding his head.

"Yeah." He shrugged, sighing. "I don't know, it's a really degrading industry. I was naturally super skinny back then...and they still put me on diets and stuff for runway shows."

I scrunched up my face, nodding with agreement. "Skinny isn't the only beauty out there. It took me a while to understand that...and I feel like everyone still has that mindset."

"I wish it wasn't like like that, though." Matthew nodded, staring at me. "You're kinda a model though, right?"

"Nah. I just like taking pictures of myself." I said pursing my lips together, "I get scouted for acting and modeling all the time...but I don't want to be famous. Like, ever."

"Why not?" Matthew asked, cocking his head to the side.

I shrugged, "It's a little scary to me. I feel like I'd get obsessed with my self-image and how people see me...and I wouldn't want to change myself to please some fans." I admitted, thinking about the hate I'd been getting from the Evan drama.