A/N

Are you expecting angst? You're probably in the wrong place. But for laughs, giggles, snorts and a heavy spoonful of feelings, read on, my friend.

Excuse any grammatical errors. English isn't my native language, but I do hope you enjoy!

This was originally a Robsten Fanfic, decided to change it to Edward and Bella so as to fit with the site's policies. If you want to read the original Robsten version, it's over at Wattpad: wattpad-dot-com-slash-user-slash-unfamiliarities , or link in my profile :)

~Bella~

"Bella, What the hell is going on with you?" Rosalie looks at me quizzically from across the couch.

I don't blame her. Even I have no idea with what I'm doing.

"Look, Rose. If you're not going to be supportive, how about you just shut up?" I sigh as I continue to enter my email and mobile number.

"You've gone crazy, haven't you?" Rosalie lets out a laugh. Damn it. "I mean why would you, Bella Swan, of all people, sign up for Tinder?" Rose said the last word with such disdain. I rolled my eyes at her and her theatrics.

"It's not crazy." Of course I sound too defensive. Damn, Bella. You're losing your edge.

Rosalie let out a snort. "Of course not."

I smack my phone against her arm. She yelps at the contact. "Stop being such a bitch and shut up!"

She rubs her shoulder, muttering under her breath. "Fine. I don't see why you have to do it, though. You're beautiful. I've got some hot dudes who'd want to bone you." She wagged her eyebrows.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh at her comment. I grabbed a pillow on the couch and threw it at her. "How crude."

"Come on, isn't that the whole point of Tinder?"

"It's not just a hook-up app. You get to meet new people within the same area as you." I said. It sounded like I was convincing myself as well.

"Yeah, so they can get into your area, if you catch my drift." She started to cackle, and I groaned at her humor.

"Alright! Fine. It's just an experiment. Besides, I highly doubt there are people going to match with me anyway. And even if there were, I wouldn't sleep with them."

"No way, girl. You're hot, single, and ready to dip some Pringles!" Rosalie reached out and grabbed some Pringles, dipping it into some salsa and licking it off lasciviously.

"Really, Rose? Dip some pringles? Are we in the fifth grade? The fuck does that even mean? Eugh. Stop making out with that Pringle. It's disturbing."

She just shrugged and shoved the chips into her mouth. She wiped her hands, and grabbed my phone before I could even react.

"Hey! The fuck, man?" I said, trying to grab it from her.

"You need to up your selfie game if you want the boys swiping right, ya know." I saw her scrolling through my camera roll. It was filled with scenic locations from shoots and fabulous food porn. Selfies were rare, and usually done with my friends or castmates.

I grumbled, but knew that fighting her would be futile.

"Aha!" Rose shoved my phone in front of my face and pointed to the photo displayed. It was a picture of me from a party, winking playfully at the camera. "Make this your profile picture. Sexy, not slutty. Very badass, like you."

I had to admit, I did look good. I grabbed my phone and edited my profile.

Bella. 24. I don't give a damn about my bad reputation.

In a matter of minutes, I was done. I showed it to Rose who nodded approvingly.

"Joan Jett. Nice. Very you."

I loaded up the app and started to view the profiles of other people.

Ugh. Mostly guys with fake tans, creepy old guys, and some unsolicited dick pics. What the fuck was wrong with people?

I kept on swiping left, when I found a familiar face.

"Holy shit. No way. Rose! Come over here."

Rose looked over my shoulder, a grin spreading across her face.

"Oh my god. Bitch, you better swipe right and tap that fine ass, or I will."

"Jesus, Rose. Could you be any more crass?"

It was a guy I met only on red carpets. Sure, we had a chat once or twice, but nothing more. It was crazy that we would cross paths here, of all places.

I held my breath and took a chance.

Swipe Right.

~EDWARD~

"Oi, Eddie. You got a new girl in your life? " Jasper asked, clearly drunk." I swear, it's like you're celibate. Got plans to be a monk, do you?" He laughed, slightly hiccuping in between.

"Fuck off, Jazz. I've just been busy making a living." I down the contents of the bottle of my Heineken. Jasper always had a low tolerance when it came to drinking, so I was stuck with his insufferable ass and had to drive him home to Alice.

"Come on, Ed. We're in LA. Live a little." He said. He pulled me next to him, pointing at the group of ladies at the other side of the pub. The girls were all blonde and young. Are they even legal?

"You twat. I'm bloody sure they're underage." Jazz squinted his eyes and looked closer.

"Holy fuck, Ed. You're right. But you still have to get laid. Why not try that dating app. Whazzit called? Grindr? " Jazz stood up, his words coming out slurred.

"Oi, I'm not gay. I think it's Tinder?" I furrow my eyebrows, searching through the app store. Jesus Christ. Am I actually serious about this?

"Attaboy. You're bloody brilliant, ya know that?" He starts to stand up, but ends up falling back on the seat. The fucker's hammered.

"If I download this app, will you shut the fuck up so I can get you home to Al?" I ask. As much as I enjoy our boys nights out, it sucked having to be the designated driver. I knew we should have booked an Uber. Now I have to drive this douchebag home.

"Alright, mate. Let's set you up a profile so you can meet the lovely ladies of L-A! Woo!" He cheered. I shook my head, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Alright, I need a photo." He took the phone from my hands and waved vaguely. I cocked an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to.

"The fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"Idiot. Pose. Come on."

Do I do a smolder? Or do I try that James Dean bad boy vibe?

I end up smiling, my unruly hair tucked in my beanie, hands tucked in my jacket. It was very candid, and it was good enough for me.

I grabbed my phone and set up my profile. Just in the nick of time, because Jasper suddenly rushed to a garbage bin and heaved his guts out.

"Alright, mate. Time to go home." I grab his arm and put it around my shoulders. "Jesus Christ, you better not mess my car up." Jazz moans in response, barely able to walk.

After driving to his house, Alice thanks me for bringing her husband home. I stay in my car for a few minutes, sobering up so I can drive back to my flat. I finish creating my Tinder profile, and look at the other potential matches.

Fake tits, Big tits, Fake Tan Tits. I snorted at the profiles of the women. Are they serious? What the fuck did I get myself into?
After numerous amounts of swiping left, I end up looking at a profile of a familiar face.
"Huh." I say out loud. It was Bella Swan. Fellow actor, lovely girl, reserved, but was pleasant to have a chat with. "What's she doing on Tinder?"

I swipe right. The next thing I knew, my phone blinked with three words.

It's a match!