despite the fact that her room is down the hallway, Ren ends up sleeping on my bed. this is not an unusual occurrence, but I wake up with a stiff neck. my phone alarm blares loudly and I shake my friend's heel, which is digging into my thigh. I don't know how she twists herself up like that in her sleep.
"get up." I groan, massaging my neck as I roll out of bed. sunlight pours through the window and spreads over the wooden floors. she lets out a sleepy noise and lifts her head to see me stumbling around the room.
glancing at my phone, I realize that I have about an hour and a half to get to Matthew's apartment. after showering and selecting a relatively simple outfit, I head out the door and onto the subway. he doesn't live incredibly far, but I really can't be late today.
when I sweep into the apartment, he's nowhere to be found.
"Matthew?" I call out, shrugging off my jacket and hanging it on the strange coatrack by the door. I place the to-go cups of coffee on the counter before starting to poke around the place.
"hold on!" he replies from the general direction of the bedroom. I frown and glimpse myself in the old, gilded mirror he keeps by the door: my cheeks look gaunt in the snowy light. just as I finish adjusting the neckline of my shirt that keeps slipping just a little too scandalously down my chest, Matthew emerges from the bedroom.
his fingers are covered in paint and so is the white t-shirt he's wearing.
"how are you, Ophelia?" he asks me as he wipes his hands on an old rag.
"I'm okay," I peek nosily over his shoulder. "what were you working on?"
"just some new paintings." he replies.
"oh, cool. can I see?" he takes a second, nods, and I follow him back into the room. sitting by the window is an antique desk covered in paintbrushes, water cups for cleaning them, and watercolor paper. a fake skull stares at me from the corner. he sifts through the papers and pulls out one of a dark-haired woman with strange features.
it's an exercise in distortion, really, the page slightly warped from the way the paint seeps through. he's written in a little caption by her claw-like fingers.
Paget picking at her fingernails.
"this is awesome." I lean in to inspect it more closely.
"thanks." he smiles.
"are these all recent?" I don't touch any, but my eyes wander over the pile of works.
"this week. I usually end up storing them away, but I think I'll give this one to her." he sets it down.
"where'd you get the skull?" I nod at the thing.
"an old Halloween store in Albany. you wanna hold it?" he offers it. I take the thing with a grudging smile.
"spooky." I poke my finger into one of the eye sockets before setting it back down. he's quiet. "do you ever sell these?"
"sell? no. I mostly make art for my friends or myself. or I share it on Instagram. people seem to like that." he shrugs with humility and I feel myself soften a bit. something about him feels very uncharacteristically genuine. based on the stories I'd heard, professional actors can be exceedingly difficult. then again, there are exceptions to every rule.
I want to ask him more about his art, but then I notice that he seems to be a bit uncomfortable. maybe my nosiness is unappreciated; we still barely know each other.
"do you not want me to look at these?" I ask gently, instinctively taking a step back from the mess. he frowns.
"no, no. it's just hard seeing people look at my work."
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FanfictionOphelia doesn't know what to expect after Matthew Gray Gubler hires her as his new assistant. on top of grad school and trying to get ahead in the film industry, things get more complicated between the two.