Hey, readers!! This is my first proper fanfic.
This story starts with Troian and Keegan admitting they have feelings for each other, and they stay in love with each other till they die, hense the title of book.
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Troian is 25 at the be...
shoutout to @Nousskins because I forgot about this fanfic and then they reminded me by a notification so this is for you, Nousskins! ❤️
I woke up at about 7:10am in the midst of Keegan's arms. "Morning, baby," he whispered into my ear. "Hey, lovey!" I leaned up to kiss his lips. "What do you wanna do today?" he asked me. "Uhh, I dunno. We have our Treegan party tomorrow, so do you wanna go shopping for our outfits?" I replied, looking hopeful for a possible shopping trip. "Sure. Anything for you, babe," Keegan said softly before he gave me a peck on the lips. "Okay. Well, we'd better get ready for the day then, huh?" I walked into our bathroom, doing my hair which took five minutes, then brushing my teeth and flossing which took five minutes. I finished my makeup (10 minutes) and then walked out of the bathroom and into the walk-in closet to get dressed. Keegan was there, putting some Yeezy sneakers on. "And I thought girls took HOURS to get ready," he said, laughing. "That's sexist!" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Sorry! Will a kiss make it up to you?" he asked. "It would, but - I have to get dressed," I said, him looking disappointed at my response. "But I promise my lips will be yours as soon as I finish getting dressed. Now go brush your teeth, your mouth smells disgusting. And do your hair, it's a mess. And put a nicer sweater on. And we need to get your eyebrows done, they're awful! And- and-" he didn't let me finish because his lips crashed against mine. I pulled away. "Stealing a kiss to shut me up, are we, Mr Allen?" I said, raising my eyebrows. He smiled and walked out the door. I wore a black embroidered linen shirt, my beige coat with black leather sleeves, my favourite pair of denim blue jeans, some horse-back-riding-vibed boots, a fleecy black scarf, and a pair of sunglasses because even though it was cold, the sun was still out and bright. As we got outside of our house Keegan took an #OOTD of me and put it on Instagram.
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@keeonne #OOTD from @sleepinthegardn
"Hey, show me the pic," I said, nodding at him.
"Here," he passed me the phone and then walked behind me, putting his muscular hands around my petite waist.
"Ew, I look so ugly." I said, downgrading myself for probably the 1000th time in my life.
"Hey, don't downgrade yourself. That's probably the 1000th time you've done that in your life," Can he actually read my mind??
"Alright. Well. We should probably go. We have ALOT of shopping to do and only four hours to do it in (we have lunch at 11:30 and then we have chores). I want our outfits to perfect. Nothing less," I informed, my perfectionism streaming out of me like your happy memories stream out of you when a dementor gets to you.
"Jeez T, your perfectionism streams out of you like a dementor sucks out happy memories!" he laughed. He can genuinely read my mind!
