I had just finished working and was waiting for Jordan to pick me up for the date he planned. Since he told me to dress casual, I was in the same clothes I came to work in - denim shorts, a loose marvel t-shirt and converse. Just as I finished my shake, Jordan and Denver stepped in. Both of them were in casual clothes as well. We all said our goodbyes to Lana and headed out.

"Where are we going?" I asked them, curious about our second date.

"Somewhere," Denver spoke as he opened the back door for me.

"So you know the place?" I raise my brow at him.

"Of course I do," he says and I scoff, stepping in. We all settle and Jordan drives to wherever he decided we're going.

I tried to look for familiar places or routes so that I could figure out if he's taking us to a favorite place or a new one but I couldn't figure it out.

The drive lasted about 10 minutes and when Jordan parked the car I just became more confused.

"Canada Place?" I questioned, my forehead creasing. There are so many things here, what are we going to do?

"Mhm," Jordan just hums and gets out, opening my door.

I follow them as they make their way around the building to where Fly Over Canada takes place. This only confuses me more.

"I've already been here," I tell him, not wanting to say that repeating it would just be boring since I don't want to hurt him.

"No you haven't," Jordan says, focusing on his steps.

What?

We finally arrive near the entrance and I see the poster that usually isn't here. When I read it over and over again, I finally take in what's happening.

Wow.

"Guys.." I turn around, looking at the smiles they have on their faces. I'm pretty sure my eyes are wide.

"We're going in right?" I question them. We were standing outside the Vancouver Convention Centre that was currently exhibiting Imagine Van Gogh. Art has always been something close to me and little things like these bring me happiness. It's an exhibition with descriptions about Van Gogh's work and then there's this huge room with his work projecting on the walls. Like walking into his paintings.

Jordan chuckles, putting his arm over my shoulder, "we are," he smiles at me. Denver takes over the other shoulder and pushes us to walk towards the short line up.

"You guys don't have to," I say making them stop. They drop their arms and step in front of me, giving me the look that says 'you better start talking.'

"I know it can be boring, Reading about Art and just staring at it forever, you guys can wait if you want and I can take a quick look?" I offer, looking anywhere but at them. I don't want the date to be only about me, what if they get bored?

"Roya," Jordan starts but stops.

"Look at me," he says first and his tone holds a command that I cannot deny, when I look at him, I see his eyes are hard but his face is soft. He didn't like what I said but is trying to not show it.

"You love art Roya, and we love you. It's as simple as that," Jordan tells me and I couldn't help but smile at his words.

Fuck these guys are smooth.

"Exactly," Denver shrugs, "If we get bored of staring at the paintings, we'll just stare at you," Denver points out as if that's the solution to everything.

I tilt my head at his idea, scrunching my nose up as he smiles as my expression.

"You're art Roya," he softly mentions as if it was a fact and my eyes stay on his while my heart pounds harder at his words.

"And we get to see you every fucking day," Jordan holds my hand and nudges me forward, "now let's go and look at a dead man's work," he says and I chuckle, wrapping my arm around Denver's as we enter.

The moment we enter the dark hallway it opens up to a dark room with just the screens all placed in it telling us about the man, his life and his art. I kept my left hand in Jordan's and right arm around Denver's as I took my time reading through whatever I wanted to. They didn't mind when I lingered just a little longer at one place. In fact, they themselves read about everything. It was all dark around us, the chill air of the air conditioning keeping the room just the right temperature. There were a few pairs of people here and there, the place wasn't too crowded. There was light instrumental music in the background, to fill the silence.

Peace. That's what I felt. At peace.

When we entered the next room, my heart almost stopped seeing how huge it is. Tall walls running till infinity, a few turns in between and a connected painting covering every inch of the room from the floors, walls and the ceiling. I recognized this piece. Almond Blossoms.

Our steps were slow, taking in everything. we turned with the wall and the room kept extending. The image changed, casting a yellow shade all around instead of the previous blue-grey one. Vase with Twelve Sunflowers. This one had a slightly different display. The painting was repeated on some walls. It all still looked beautiful.

I look to my sides to make sure both of them aren't bored and I see them looking around with really small smiles on their faces. I turn back to the walls, m own smile a little wider. I lead them both a little further, getting to a corner. I step forward, leaving them and touch the screen where the petals of a flower are. I know its a screen but it's too beautiful to resist.

The images change, now to Starry Night Over the Rhone. A bright blue taking over. I love this piece. My eyes shine a little brighter as the place where my hand was now shows just a blue background. The strokes of a brush mixing different hues visible perfectly. I look up and there are stars from the painting above me. Smiling I look back at the guys and see them looking at me with so much love that this moment feels heavy.

The colour around me changes to greens and blues as I keep looking in the grey and black eyes, switching after a few seconds each time. I finally tear my gaze away not wanting to miss the art as I take in the next view. Irises. This, just like the Sunflowers has some walls in different pieces. Van Gogh made this a series and all the pieces cover whatever area they can in the room.

I take a seat on the floor, right where I was standing. Looking up, I see Jordan and Denver looking at me with raised brows, amusement clear on their face under the lights of the screens. I just tap both my sides in invite and lay down, facing up. They soon follow, taking a side each, holding my hand.

We stay there as the next painting takes over. The Starry Night. This is a very famous piece and I now realize why. The shades. They blend in perfectly and yet hold an imperfection. Different strokes in the same direction visible.

This moment, looking at blue swirls with the two people I love feels like a dream. Something I could only imagine actually happening. The serenity of this moment fills my heart.

I turn to Jordan, he's already looking at me.

"Thank you," my voice is low, not wanting to break whatever trance this is. I don't know if I'm thanking him for bringing us here, for loving me or for being him. I don't know if I'm thanking him for not giving up or for letting me be me. But he seems to understand as he nods at me with a look in his eyes that tells me how deep this is.

Soon, we make our way out and the first thing I do is wrap my arms around Jordan. He lightly chuckles as my gesture but holds me tighter.

"I loved it," I mumble in his chest. I look up as he looks down at me.

"I know," he says.

I move back, turning to Denver, doing the same to him.

"Thank you," I say.

"Anything for you Roya," he says and smiles.

"Food?" he asks and I eagerly nod making them laugh.

"What do you feel like eating?" Jordan asks as I look around.

"What are we close to?" I question, knowing there are a couple restaurants here.

"Roya," Denver says and I look at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone.

He licks his lips and continues, "we didn't ask what's near. We asked what do you want to eat."

"But-"

"That's not a place," Jordan interrupts.

"You didn't even let me finish," I almost whine.

"That's not a place either," Denver smirks as I glare at him.

We stare at each other for a while and I huff, giving up. Knowing that I'm not winning this one.

"Okay, I feel like eating Mexican," I answer them and they smile in victory.

"Good choice, let's go," Jordan starts walking towards the parking lot and we follow.

A/N :

Art has always been important to me. No matter what form or type. It's an outlet. Everything from paintings to music to writing is a form of art and there's so much more too. So this chapter is a little more closer to me.

And there actually is a Van Gosh Exhibition at the Vancouver Convention Centre and it's gorgeous as fuck.

Also, I kinda figured what I want the end to look like, I'm not sure how many more chapters but I know what I want.

Love,

The Author