Ghosts

      “Hey, can’t blame me for being curious. You could call it just a friend caring for another one,” James took off his sunglasses and smiled at his ex-girlfriend curiously eyeing the guy who kept walking. Smirking, he returned his gaze on the brunette - he had not seen her in ages, or at least seemed so. “So, what else have I missed in your life except of the new boyfriend?”

He’d been fixated on the image for a few minutes, debating which way to swipe. His heart screamed right, how many times had she walked through that very front door and had he wished it was him he was there to see, not his sister? “Fuck it,” he sighed and swiped. In just a moment a smile bloomed on his face seeing Harper had also decided to swipe right. 

How can I sleep knowing you’re just a few doors down? ;)

As soon as he’d pressed the send button though he couldn’t help but question if she had just swiped that way for his sake. Would it hurt more to go without the match message or to think that she’d actually thought of him that way?

As Harper went to refill the glass, her eyes dropped to her phone. She didn’t have notifications turned on for Tinder, she never thought she really needed them, but in this moment she wished she did. Placing the glass of water down on the counter. Her hand reached for her phone, and she unlocked it, her thumb hovering over the app, but she couldn’t bring herself to check it and quickly re-locked her phone. She didn’t want to know if he replied, or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. But, without even realising it, she was unlocking her phone and clicking the app this time. She felt guilty all over again once she saw the notification that she had an unread message, but quickly swiped over to it. A grin spreading across her lips as she read his reply. She couldn’t help but focus on the winking emoji he had sent.

I’m in the kitchen, actually. 

She pressed send as she bit down on her lip. It mustn’t have been a mistake for him to swipe right and that thought caused her insides to turn with excitement as she realised that he may also have a thing for her. Without waiting for a reply she was typing again. 

         “You’re dating this guy now?” James chuckled upon seeing his ex’s newest boyfriend, hardly believing what he was seeing. If anything, she majorly downgraded.

Penny was on her way back to work when she heard that familiar voice. With an apologetic smile turned to the man who stood beside her, a co worker she was simply having lunch with. “I’ll catch up.” She murmured with a smile, urging him to keep walking. Looking back at James, she shook her head, and sighed at his question. “I think you lost the right to that ask that question a while ago, James. Don’t you?” 

The snapping of twigs and leaves was followed by a small furry body settling by his side and Jude couldn’t help but smile. “Wel hello, little one,” he greeted, running his fingers through her fur. She was cute and did wonders to remind Jude why he wanted a pet as impractical as he knew it would be. 

He rose to his feet when a redheaded woman appeared from the same direction the dog had come barreling only moments before. “She’s fine,” Jude assured the woman. He let his body loosen, camera held at his side. Somehow, he thought this way he could assure the woman that he wasn’t a threat. He had to imagine that was what she want thinking. It had definitely fun through his mind already in relation to her. 

Maddie let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding once she spotted the camera by his side. Her shoulders relaxed and she took a step closer to him, where her puppy still stood. “Seems she may like you more than me.” She hummed, before bending down, and calling the puppy again. “Come on, Bella.” She urged, but the dog wouldn’t budge. With a sigh she stood up again, and took a few more cautious strides towards him. “You’re a photographer?” She questioned, trying to read the situation more before making any more movements. “Bit of a creepy place to come alone.” She stated, her eyes moving from her dog to look at him. 

based on open to f/m/nb

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe when the match logo had popped on his screen. Surely the other, like him, had done it to be nice. You know? The two had practically grown up together. There may have been a time or two when Jamie had thought about them, wondered if they had harbored any feelings too but he didn’t think something like matching on Tinder would tell him anything.

Harper stared at her phone, unsure whether or not to swipe right or left. would be lying if she said she didn’t think he was good looking. She had thought it the first time she had met him in this very house and every time after. But, she didn’t think it was reciprocated. She was young and his sisters best friend, he definitely didn’t notice her like she him.  After another moment or two of staring at the picture on her phone, she decided to swipe right, deciding nothing would come of it and if he swiped left he would never know she swiped right for him. Holding her breath, she waited for a moment to see if she would get a notification but nothing came. With a sigh, Harper moved on, swiping left and right on a few more profiles. Then, a notification popped up on her screen, and she clicked the button to see who she matched with. And, there on the top left hand corner of her screen was his picture. 

Slowly sitting up in the large bed, she peaked over at his sister, who lay beside her fast asleep. She felt bubbles in her stomach both with excitement and nervousness. She felt guilty as if she was betraying the sleeping girl beside her. They had been friends for so long it just felt wrong, but the fact he had swiped right, made her excited and almost giddy. Clicking on his picture to open the chat, she wondered should she write to him or if she should just ignore it. Running a hand through her hair, she bit her lip as she gave in and typed a message. 

Hi :) Are you awake? I’m bored, and your sister fell asleep an hour ago. :( 

A small laugh fell from Gabrielas lips as he spoke. Well, she wasn’t about to complain about that now was she? “I think that I can do that.” She whispered, before she moved a fraction closer to him an once again reached up to kiss him. When she was oliver, she didn’t have to think about what to do…she could just be herself. 

Oliver lifted his head as she moved closer to him and smiled into the kiss. He raised his hand bringing it up and cupping her face as their lips moved together. Pulling away from her, he let his head fall back to the pillow behind, his thumb running across her cheek softly as he stared up at her, his smile never faltering. Then, he finally spoke. “I love you, Els.” His words were soft, but pronounced. Honesty dripping from each word.