Dating Keegan was odd, to say the least. Just because he treated you like a lover in public but like some stranger in private. It felt like a facade just to keep up with his image, which was good, but you guessed you weren't really in his league.

Of course, he said bittersweet words. They were sweet, even though they were going to end up bitter. Despite portraying a loving boyfriend in public, home alone with him felt like hell. He consistently made rude comments about your appearance and everything else, constantly criticizing you.

Today, Keegan poked at your appearance, judging your outfit despite complimenting it before. "I hate everything about that outfit," He grumbled. "You make me sick." Keegan jested, attempting to make you feel bad.