Treegan- loving my best friend

Chapter 18:

I take my phone out, and take a picture of Keegan and I on Instagram. The caption is "T & K = ?😉" I post it and in seconds I have 100's of notifications. The comments are "Treegan?" / "love?" / "soul mates?"

Before I knew it I responded to some fans excitedly. "Wait and see for my next post...😉" I look over at Keegan who is staring at his phone. "Your turn.." I say kissing his cheek. He snaps a picture of just me with the caption "Guess who has a new girlfriend?😉" and posts it, again, in seconds the comments blew up.

People reposting our pictures saying how excited they were about Treegan. "If you haven't guessed it already.. TREEGAN IS OFFICIAL!!" I say in the video I take of Keegan and I on snapchat, and later post it on Twitter and Instagram.

"I can't believe it's out. We're official." I say with a huge grin. "Want to grab your stuff?" He asks me taking my hand, happy he can finally show everyone. I nod my head as we walk to his truck. Right before we get there, Ashley is there by the gate. "Hello, love birds." She says with a stupid grin. "I guess you won't play this game the easy way." She tells us.

"What game? It's over, Ashley. Keegan and I told Marlene, we told the media, we explained everything to everyone. We win and you lose, there is nothing you can possibly do to turn this around." I say pointing my finger in her face smiling. "Rumours spread, Troian..." She says smirking and walking away.

"Keep in mind that you guys won't last, I can feel it." She grins again and walks off. Before I knew it Keegan's lips were on mine and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. "Mhm, we're on set." I whisper scanning the parking lot for witness' of that hot make out session. "We're official so we can do anything now." He smiles.

We walk off to his truck and drive to my house rather quickly. We pack my things together, putting it in boxes, and into the moving truck. "This actually happening." I say smiling looking into my empty house. Keegan's hands slip onto my waist so he slowly pulls me closer and kisses my neck.

"Come on you two we need to get moving." The truck driver yells, chuckling at his own pun. I glance at it one last time before heading out of there hand in hand with the love of my life. We climb into his truck and direct the moving truck to his house. He helps unload the boxes and then it's up to us to move it all inside. "Let's make this interesting." I smile.

"Let's make a bet. Whoever moves the most boxes wins, and the loser has to be the winner's 'slave' for the rest of the night." I say with a huge grin. "Oh, you're on, Bellisario." He smirks. Before we knew it all the boxes has been put into the spare room until we can find a spot to put it all.

Of course in the end I had carried 15 boxes and Keegan had moved 16, so I guess I was his 'slave'. "Well, well, well, miss 'let's make this interesting' ended up being the slave." He smirks pressing his lips to mine. "It's our first night living together, let's make it worth it." I smile kissing him again.

It was now 8:00 pm and I had to make some coffee for the two of us, he didn't make this slave job very hard. I hand him his coffee and sit next to him. We drink our coffee in silence between us, and with just the mumbles of the tv voices in the background. My phone buzzes, so I lay my coffee down and stand up to retrieve it.

"Keegan." I say not taking my eyes off my phone. "Yes sweetheart?" He asks sipping his coffee. "Ashley said something else." I warn him, and he quickly comes over to where I am. "Trending on Instagram, TV actress Troian Bellisario lied about dating and being engaged to star Patrick Adams." I read out loud. "People assume this is right even after everything?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"Keep reading it gets worse.." He mumbles. "Patrick Adams, her so called fiancé confirms that they were never actually dating nor engaged.." I read. "That asshole." I mumble shaking my head. I pick up the phone and dial his number. "What is your problem?" I yell into the phone. "What do you mean?" He asks innocently.

"Instagram." I say angrily. "Oh yeah, Ash, Jasmine and I are working together to put lots of secrets out. Good luck." He tells me and hangs up.

It feels like -A is real and worse than ever.