Some Things are Harder to Give Up

A/N: Sorry about not updating this story in literally so long. Like, pls don't hate me. 😂 Anyways, I had lost my muse; mostly because it pains me to write Troian; my idol, this way even if she really does live through this. I got it back though! I promise. I do plan to keep writing this story; hopefully until it is done! So let me know how it is! *nervously laughs* Now on to the story.
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               Still Troian's POV

   Hair and makeup was extremely awkward with Keegan's constant gaze burning a hole in my face with an expression of utter worry plastering itself to his features. Neither of us bothered bringing up what had happened at lunch, me being really relieved that the crew was around to make anything Keegan wants to say not pass his brims. As the crew continued to style our faces while others worked on the other details like perfecting our hair and such, I exhale an inaudible sigh as the concerned look continues to swim in his bright blue orbs; shifting my gaze towards him slightly as if saying, 'I'm fine.' As the crew finishes all the final touches; an intercom is turned on and Marlene's frantic tone choruses throughout the studio. "Troian and Keegan are needed on set." I hop out of the seat; stalking towards the set with Keegan hot on my heels.

As we head towards the direction of Marlene and her loud bullhorn, Keegan leans down in order to level himself with me; whispering into my ear. "You need to eat, Troi. You're slipping back into old habits." His voice has a sense of concern ringing throughout it, his orbs locking with mine when he notes how there is a tremble in my step. I brush him off, avoiding eye contact as Marlene frantically calls us over when she spots us. "I am not. I'm just not hungry right now, Keegan, I'm fine." I snap back defensively in a whisper, breaking away from Keegan and instead redirecting myself towards Marlene and the hundreds of other crew members. Keegan follows me over, stopping beside my petite frame as Marlene places her attention on the two of us. "You remember your lines?" She questions both of us; Keegan bobbing his cranium in a nod the same way I do as well. "Okay, good. They're setting up, so take your places." She orders, fleeing toward the camera men.
Keegan and I march towards our marks, which are placed in the Hastings kitchen. Keegan takes a spot on the counter and I remain standing. Spoby is having one of their infamous arguments over Toby's mother in 4x02. "We have five minutes with how long they take to finish setting up, wanna take over snapchat?" Keegan asks with a dazzling smile taking over his features and a suggestive tone lacing his words. I pretend to think it over before a small smile rounds my brims up. "I thought you'd never ask, Mr. Allen." I tease, moving my petite frame forward to be next to the counter. Keegan sticks his arms out, wrapping them around my tiny waist and pulling me up next to him on the granite counter. A small frown appears on his features, locking gazes with me once again. "What?" I ask, curious to why the mood suddenly drastically changed. "You're lighter than you were at the beginning of the week.." He begins, a concerned emotion instead being the most evident one he has at the moment. "When you were on my back posing for pictures with me, you were heavier than this." He concludes matter-of-factly, quirking a perfectly plucked eyebrow; thanks to the makeup artists, in my direction. "Have you even eaten at all today?" He asks, sure he already knows the answer, but doesn't want to jump the gun and assume anything. I pause in hesitation; long enough to confirm his answer without having to use any words. He gives me a knowing look, narrowing his oceanic blue orbs. "Troian.." He warns in a quiet tone, his gaze focused on me. "I just had a really long night going over these lines, that's all. I slept in a little and didn't have time for breakfast, I'll eat later."

Lies.
It was all lies.

"I've heard that before." He responds, his orbs still narrowed at me. "I know you have and I'm sorry, but I promise to eat later." I promise, my mocha brown hues looking back into his blue ones.

I hate lying to my friends; especially Keegan. He has been my best friend ever since I've gotten here, and although I don't always feel like I fit in with these people, he's always around to reassure me that I belong as much as he does. He always knows when I lie, seeing as he knows me better than anybody I know. But although he wants to call me out on it, he can't. Because as soon as his lips depart, Marlene is ready to call action. Keegan and I hop off of the counter, me taking my mark beside it, and him taking his mark across from me.