The music in your room almost shook the building. You couldn't hear anything as you danced across your room, rearranging most of the furniture, leaving a space in the middle of the floor. You didn't have any classes that day, so you used your time to place a cover on the floor, a canvas and paint tubes and brushes scattered across it as you opened one of the tubes and sat down.

You picked up one of the brushes, nodding your head along with the music. You brushed the paint across the canvas, humming along to the music. You were sure to hear someone complain about the music soon but for now, it stayed as loud as it is. You mixed two colours on your hand before brushing them on the canvas again.

A hand clamped down on your shoulder making you scream. You elbowed them before throwing a punch at their face as they doubled over. You stood up and lowered the music.

"Why would you do that?" Warren wheezed out as he looked up at you, holding his nose.

"Why would I do t-Why did you grab my shoulder before turning the music down? I thought I was in danger!"

"Well, at least we know you can take care of yourself." He coughed before placing his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm your boyfriend."

"Still doesn't answer my question."

"I wanted to hang out with you." He stood up, rubbing his face. "What are you doing?" He chuckled as he looked to the floor.

"Painting, dumbass."

"What are you painting?"

"I was just painting, I didn't have an image in mind."

"Sounds like you."

"Meaning?"

"You just go with whatever is happening, you never have a destination, you just do."

"I like adventures, and having a destination kinda ruins it."

"Can I join?" He asks as you sit back down.

"If you want to." You shrugged and picked up another blank canvas. You handed it to him as he sat down.

"Can I paint you?" You paused and looked at him.

"You can try." You laughed and looked back.

"Okay, so take it off."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take. It. Off." He pointed to your shirt.

"Wait, you want to paint on me?"

"Yeah...What did you think I meant?"

"I thought you meant you wanted to try and paint me on the canvas." You pointed to it and looked back at him. "Why would you want to paint me?"

"Before you decide to murder me, let me explain." He held his hands up in surrender. "Just let me do this, just once. I mean it could be worse...I just want to paint you. Couples do that right?"

"Yeah, but why do you want to do it?"

"Could be fun."

"Or stupid."

"Babe, please?" He tilted his head looking at you. You let out a sigh and put your own brush down.

"Fine." You looked at him, rubbing your forehead.

"Great, so take your shirt off."

"Why?"

"I'm painting your back."

"I'm sorry, the paints supposed to go where?" You paused. He held up a clean brush and waved it towards you. You huffed and lifted your shirt off leaving you in a sports bra, you threw it to the side and looked back to him. He smirked and glanced back up to your face.

"Turn around." You rolled your eyes and turned around, tying your hair up. "Actually, lay down, the paint won't drip that way." You groaned and moved to lay down.

"I can't believe you talked me into this." You sighed as he sat over you, lifting the brush from the paint and onto your back. You let out a squeak as the cold paint touched your skin.

"Are you ticklish?"

"It's cold Warren." You rolled your eyes. He let out a laugh before continuing. "So, what are you painting."

"Think of it as an adventure, you don't know the destination." You turned to look at him. "No, don't move." He pushed your shoulders back down. He continued painting, the music faint in the background. Warren was silent as he concentrated on painting on your back.

"Hey, have you seen the...? Oh." Both of you look to the door as saw Scott standing there.

"It's not what it looks like..." Warren told him. "No one needs to know."

"Have you seen the other controller for the TV downstairs?" He spoke slowly.

"Peter hid it in the cookie jar in the kitchen."

"Okay, thanks." He didn't move.

"Well, this is awkward..." Warren mumbled.

"I need you to leave," you told him.

"I second that." Warren nodded.

"I third that." Scott nodded. "Nice wings by the way." He quickly left and closed the door.

"What is he talking about?" Warren paused and stayed silent. "Warren?"

"I painted wings."

"Why?"

"I wanted us to match," he mumbled a reply.

"You're such a dork." You laughed.

"Well you have badly painted wings on your back," he told you. You slapped his leg and he got off of you. You stood up and moved to look at the mirror. Warren stood in front of you as you looked at your back. You stretched your arms seeing the wings spread out over your arms. You smiled and looked back at him.

"It's beautiful." You smiled.

"Like you."