𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. matthew gray gubler

↳ xiii. the paranoia of losing you

xiii. the paranoia of losing you
—LOLA NOVAK

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      "LOLA," MATTHEW'S VOICE
called out softly. "Lola. Wake the hell up."

I groaned, whacking the arm that was shaking me away and burying myself underneath his blanket. It smelled amazing—like him.

Just when I was about to fall back asleep, I felt him tug my hair, annoyance shooting straight through me. I opened my eyes, glaring at the man who was standing before me, his hair ridiculously tousled on his head stupidly, just like his smile.

"Matthew," I fake cried, grabbing his wrist. "Why are you pulling my hair???"

"I was testing it out."

"What? So that you're ready for me to suck your dick?" I snapped, turning away from him and hearing the man snort.

"I mean, if you insist..." Matthew hummed, and I rolled my eyes, biting back a smile.

Oh, I do insist.

"Lola, I have to be at the studio in like, thirty minutes." He complained, shaking me. "Wake up, please."

"I'm so tired." I muttered exasperatedly, groaning as I sat up, sighing heavily. I looked up at Matthew, who snorted at me.

I had probably one of the worst headaches ever, and my mood in comparison to last night was a complete 180. I'd never thought I'd want to punch Matthew Gray Gubler in the face until today.

"Do you wanna get breakfast with me?" Matthew asked shaking my shoulder still. I sighed heavily, leaning my head against his stomach, ready to fall asleep again. "Lola, I asked you a question." He said in a whiny voice, reaching behind my head and running his hand through my hair. The mere action made my heart soar.

"Yes, I want to get breakfast with you." I said irritatedly.

"Well don't be a bitch about it." Matthew shot back.

"I want to punch you so badly right now."

"I've never seen a person with so cranky in the morning." Matthew sighed heavily.

It was quiet for a while as my mind cleared up, reminding me of the events of last night. I did and said somethings that I probably wouldn't have if I was sober. Our little dance moment last night...was something else. It was so romantic, almost too romantic for my taste—and yet I was the one who suggested it and probably enjoyed it more than him.

And then there was that whole thing where I kept asking him sexual questions, which was a big YIKES. I hoped Matthew didn't know that I absolutely did want to fuck him, because that was never going to happen as much as I wanted it to.

"Lola?" Matthew asked softly, making my stomach fill with butterflies.

"Yeah?"

"Get the hell up before I kick your ass."

I groaned in annoyance, thinking something sweet was gonna come out of his mouth. "Fine." I sighed heavily, "I'm going home."

"No you're not, you're getting breakfast with me."

"Matthew, I look like this." I said, gesturing down to my lazy outfit. "I'm not going to work looking like a hobo."

"I think you look good." Matthew said, staring at me with a confused expression.

"Because you're like, obsessed with me." I said lightly, rolling my eyes. Matthew said nothing as I grabbed my bag and keys off the table.

"I'll come with you, and we can go to work together?" Matthew asked.