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I'd yawn a little, then look down at her. "So what do you want to do now?" I figured i asked her first before i suggest anything.

Vivian shrugged. "I don't care." Her mind wandered to the room in her house that she used for painting and just any kind of art. She smiled and looked up at him.

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I would tilt my head, thinking for a while. About a minute later, i finally think of something. "I think we should just spend time together at you house for a while, maybe watch some romance movies or something."

Her eyes glinted and she handed him his helmet before putting hers on and opening the visor, grinning at him. "Alright, sounds fun. Let's go home. I have a room I want to show you that I haven't shown anyone yet. Not even my grandma." She got on the bike and started it up, looking up at him.

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I'd hop on the bike behind her, grabbing around her stomach. "Ready when you are." I really liked riding the motorcycle with Vivian, i thought i was nice to get outside of a car.

Vivian nodded and backed up, switched gears, then drove carefully out of the parking lot before speeding up when they reached the road. They got to her house a few minutes later and Vivian parked the motorcycle in the garage, taking off her helmet and getting off the bike then taking Max's helmet off before he could and bending down to kiss him briefly before turning away to put his helmet on the rack along with her own.

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I'd smile when she took my helmet off and kissed me. After she put up the helmet's on the rack, then i follow her inside the house. "So, what's this room you want to show me?"

"This way," she said, waving at him to follow her as she led the way through the house. She went upstairs and stopped at an old carved oak door. She stopped an looked back at him, her gaze betraying her nervousness. "Please don't think I'm weird or anything..." she said softly, looking at the floor, her hand on the handle of the door.

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I'd sigh a little, and put a arm over her, pulling her into me. "If i thought you were weird, then i wouldn't be here." I'd say, look down at her. "Trust me, i won't think you are weird."

She nodded and hugged him for a moment before stepping back and taking her keys out of her pocket, selecting a old fashioned looking gold one and inserting it in the lock. She twisted the key and unlocked the door, slowly opening it up. The room was pitch black she motioned for Max to stay where he was as she entered the darkness. A moment later sunlight spilled into the room as she threw back the black-out curtains covering three huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The light revealed what the darkness had hid; the walls were covered with paintings of sunset meadows and sun-dappled forests, sparkling waterfalls and night skies. The whole thing was a gigantic mural that started from the right of the door at sunrise and went around the room, the setting slowly melting into night as it reached the left side of the doorway. Vivian looked at the floor and rubbed her right arm nervously with her left as she waited to hear what Max thought. Paint, cans and tubes, littered the room, along with brushes and a ladder to help her reach the wall near the ceiling. Everything was organized neatly in the back right corner of the room. The paintings seemed to extended out of the wall so it seemed as if you were actually stepping into the forest and the painted sunlight and moonlight seemed to glow and light up the painting.