When Lovers Meet

Chapter 1: Soon

Sorry in advance for all mistakes.
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"Why are you even here Simone? Don't you have evening classes?" I walked into my living room a while ago, shocked to find my little sister settled on my couch like if she lives here.

"Mom and Dad are on date night tonight, Heather has classes, and I'm not talking to Jude." I go to say something by she stops me.

"I know, I know. I told you so." I watch the girl amused as she waves me off.

"Actually I was going to ask why? But that suits as well." I laugh when she flips me off with her ring finger. I collect my things for my usual evening walk, heading towards to the door, putting on my jacket.

"Want to join me?" I ask her, as she comes to lean against the wall watching me. She screws up her face, looking rather offended that I'll even ask her to walk of all things.

"Never mind. I'll be gone for a while, don't burn down the house till then." I open the door.

"No promises. Be safe."

"Always." I blow her a kiss, walking down the stairs.

The streets of my little hometown, especially around this time, was somewhat peaceful. A few people were outside walking around, having to give a wave here and there.
A couple and a family were walking down the street, most likely heading towards the park, because around this beautiful Autumn time, our famous trademark tree was starting to turn color.

It's a beautiful sight to behold I tell you. The burgundy, yellow and orange colors, was simply beautiful that it just caused you to stop and admire, or for the kids, a good time to jump around and play in the leaves.

"Hey Carlene!" I smile over at the group of women, sitting outside on Mrs. Witmore's porch for their annual evening meet up.

"Hey Mrs. Witmore. Ladies." They all greet back.

Walk faster. Walk faster. I tell myself trying to rush pass the cream house, before they could hold me in a long conversation.

"How's the boyfriend?" I stop turning to look back at them. Seemed they caught on to my escape plan, since they were now all standing.

"Umm...he's good."

"So you do have one. And here I thought I'd have to set you up with my Elton." Mrs. Smith states.
"He's a good boy. Recently got promoted at his job. Six figures salary."

"Oh well that's great for him, Mrs. Smith. I'll talk to you ladies later okay?" I quickly walk off before they could say anything else. Taking out my AirPods, and quickly putting them in my ears, putting on some music to drown out any other questions I know they would ask.

They're a nosy bunch, I can tell you that.

The past year since Dillan and I have been together, our laughs, smiles, tears and even some reports of situations that pissed us off, were spoken over the phone.

We first met on Tinder, and honestly I didn't fully believe in the app. He was the only guy I swiped right on that wasn't looking for sex, and actually held conversation.

He's thirty two, which is great. Only four years older than me. Very successful at his job as an accountant, has a good family background. Well...that's according to what I have been told.

Conversation felt almost to easy with him. The natural response I had to him was slightly frightening.

We talked via text and voice call for about seven months before I actually gave in to video call. Thankfully he looked exactly like his picture, and I wouldn't have to contact Nev to help me find out who it is I was actually talking to.