#tinder

“How did you two meet?”

“Tinder”

Kindly send me a direct message on zangi.1003619209

Telegram @carolina9004

If you are interested

summary: Tinder trend on Paige

genre: fluff, chaos, fun

a/n: i thought this is so Paige coded😭

PB masterlist | masterlist

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Paige is mid-scroll, half-slouched into the couch, one leg stretched out, the other bent, completely relaxed.

You, on the other hand, are locked in.

Phone secretly recording. Heart racing. Trying not to laugh before you even start.

You clear your throat.

“Paige.”

“Yeah?” she hums, eyes still on her phone.

“Oh my god,” you say suddenly. “I just found KK on Tinder.”

Silence.

Paige’s scrolling stops.

“What?” she says, slow and confused.

You stare at your screen like you’re genuinely shocked. “I just saw her profile. Like. Just now.”

Paige sits up a little. “Wait- what?”

You nod seriously. “Yeah. I swear.”

Her eyebrows knit together, confusion written all over her face. “But… she has a girlfriend.”

You shrug. “That’s what I thought too.”

Now she’s fully sitting up, phone forgotten in her lap. “No, there’s no way. Are you sure it was her?”

“I mean,” you tilt your head, pretending to think. “Same face. Same smile. Same vibes. I’m like… 99% sure.”

Paige stares at the wall for a second, processing.

“That’s insane,” she mutters. “Why would she-“

Then she freezes.

Slowly, very slowly, her head turns toward you.

“…what are you doing on Tinder?”

You bite your lip.

“Oh.”

Her eyes narrow. “Oh?”

“I mean-“

“Why do you have Tinder?” she asks, disbelief creeping into her voice. “We literally live together.”

You shrug again, trying to stay serious. “Just, you know. Browsing.”

“Browsing??” she repeats, incredulous. “You’re browsing people?”

“Maybe,” you say lightly.

Paige stares at you, jaw slack. “This is crazy.”

You can practically see her spiraling.

“So not only is KK apparently on Tinder,” she says, counting on her fingers, “but my own girlfriend is also on Tinder?”

You nod solemnly. “Tragic, really.”

She exhales sharply and runs a hand through her hair. “Okay, hold on. Let me see.”

You hesitate. “Uh—”

“Let me see,” she repeats, holding out her hand.

And that’s when you lose it.

You burst out laughing, shoulders shaking, phone lowering as the recording catches every second of her absolute confusion.

“It’s a trend!” you wheeze. “Oh my god, Paige, it’s just a TikTok trend!”

She blinks. “What?”

“I’m not on Tinder,” you gasp. “And KK’s obviously not on Tinder. It’s just this prank where you tell your partner you ‘found’ someone they know and see how they react.”

Paige stares at you.

For a long second, she says nothing.

Then: “You’re evil.”

You laugh harder. “Your face was priceless.”

She groans and flops back onto the couch dramatically. “I literally thought my entire reality just cracked.”

“I wish you could’ve seen yourself.”

“Oh, I felt myself,” she mutters.

You crawl closer, still giggling, and rest your head on her shoulder. “You were about to start a full investigation.”

“Because it made no sense,” she says. “And then I remembered you’d have to be on Tinder to see it and I was like-”

She cuts herself off and squints at you. “Wait. You were really convincing.”

You grin. “Thank you.”

She shakes her head, then suddenly hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into her lap. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You loop your arms around her neck. “You were ready to square up.”

“Always,” she says seriously. “For you.”

You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re cute when you panic.”

She scoffs. “You’re grounded from TikTok.”

Just A Real Conversation I Had On Tinder: The Song