A/N: The wait is over! It's finally time for the Terrornuckel multichapter I promised. This is going to be a lengthy story, lots of fluff, lots of angst, you get the picture. Anyway, first chapters always suck because they're mostly intro chapters, but I hope you guys like it, and are prepared to go on this long and emotional ride with me. Be sure to favorite, review, all that other good stuff, and until next time, stay fabulous! Oh! And I almost forgot! The icon for this fanfiction was made by my lovely friend Melina, so be sure to give her some love too! I can't wait to see what y'all think of this story of mine.

Brian couldn't sleep. He was too excited, too wound up, too ready to get the hell out of this tiny apartment he'd been living in for god knows how long. He was mostly packed already, aside from his gaming set up at the desk, everything else was already stashed away in boxes, suitcases, and other miscellaneous bags. The plane tickets were kept in a safe place, the date on them coming closer and closer with each moment that passed. His flight was scheduled in three days, and the Irishman was so excited to be finally moving, despite all the packing, the expense, and all the hassle, it was well worth it.

LA called his name, of all the times he had visited there, he knew he belonged. His youtube career could flourish, he'd be open to all kinds of other ample opportunities, and he'd be closer to a lot of his friends whom he played games with. And none of them knew Brian was moving just yet; he had kept it a secret for a very long time, and he was planning on telling them tomorrow. Of course, they all didn't live in LA, but flying to LA would be a lot easier than flying to Ireland. And his friends were in LA all the time anyway, for gaming conventions, and other youtube related things. It was already late, and Brian knew he needed to fall asleep soon. He had a lot of last minute things to finish up tomorrow, so with those final thoughts in his head, he rolled over in his tiny bed, and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would overtake his body any minute now.

Morning came quickly, sunlight shining through the frothy curtains of the small apartment, and Brian found that he had overslept. Figures, since he didn't go to bed when he was supposed to. He had a few missed texts and calls from the guys, letting him know that he was already late for today's recording session. He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and quickly rose, getting a slight head rush in the process. "Fuck..." He muttered, stumbling around and looking for a shirt to throw on. Once he was decent, he made his way to the desk, turning his computer and everything else needed on. If he remembered correctly, the guys had said something about playing garry's mod today.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to finally fucking join us," Nogla's voice immediately reached Brian as he sat down and put on his headset, joining the skype call with the majority of the guys in it. "Good afternoon sleeping beauty." He joked with some laughter afterwards. Brian sighed, it was way too early to be dealing with Daithi's shit.

Brian laughed, "Fuck off, I overslept."

"Excuses excuses." Evan added.

"What are we playing?" Brian inquired as he started up his game.

"Prop hunt." Moo answered. They had already been playing for about an hour now, so Brian was able to join the game already in process. He decided he wouldn't give them the good news right away, they'd play for a while, and then he would finally tell them. It was Mini Ladd who had managed to talk Brian into finally moving. It's not like he wasn't giving it a good amount of thought already, it's just that Mini was the icing on the cake. And he finally took the plunge and went for it, finding another apartment, this one slightly bigger than the one he already lived in, and set a moving date. That was about a month ago, and the date was already here, already so close.

After playing for a little while, Marcel picked up on it, "You're being really quiet Brian."

"Am I?" Brian inquired, not really taking any notice. Maybe his mind was a bit preoccupied though with the whole ordeal.

"Is something wrong?" Brock asked.

"No, no, nothing's wrong." He quickly reassured. "I've actually got a bit of good news to tell you all." He said, figuring now was a good time as any. He didn't want to keep prolonging it, it was better to get it out and into the open. So all the guys egged him on, wanting to know just exactly what his good news was. "It's finally official, I'm coming to america, for good." Brian let the sentence exit his lips in a bout of excitement, and he felt a smile forming soon after. It felt good to get it off his chest, after all, keeping it a secret had been hell. It was silent for a moment, the guys continuing their game of prop hunt, in which Brian was doing pretty terrible at, but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's honestly about damn time." Evan commented.

"When?" Nogla asked.

"In a few days!" Brian answered excitedly. "I kept it a secret because I wanted to surprise you guys." Instead of being an ocean away, he would only be a few hours away, and that mere thought alone made him so fucking excited he honestly didn't know what to do. In just a few short days, he would be at his new apartment in LA, unpacking and getting all settled in. And a party was definitely a must have; he wanted all his friends to be able to check out his new place as soon as he got everything unpacked and what not. Of course, there was a small part of him that was sure he would miss Ireland and his mother and his father, but he could always go home if he was feeling particularly homesick. His parents were very supportive in his decision to move, and he was glad.

"Dude that's awesome," Marcel added.

"Yeah," Moo said.

They continued discussing the other details and miscellaneous important things as they continued their game of gmod, Brian dying more than he needed to, but he didn't care. He was way too happy to let the guys' jokes and insults get to him today. They played for a few more hours, getting enough footage for each of them to make a video, before deciding to call it a day. One by one, each of them got off skype and exited the game. Brian had some more planning to do if he was being honest with himself, but as soon as he was off skype, his phone began to ring. Brock was calling him. He answered it with a small smile before speaking, "I had a feeling you'd be calling me Moo Moo." He said.

"Oh really?" Brock inquired with a small laugh. "So you're psychic now too?"

"Yes, that was the other good news." Brian chuckled. "What's up?" He asked, getting up from the desk. He and Brock's relationship was a very strange thing. They were closer than most, that was for sure, and the two kind of clung to each other. Vanoss had Delirious, Mini had Wildcat, and Nogla had Lui, so by default, they were sort of stuck together. Not that it was a bad thing, Brock adored Brian, and he was almost certain that the younger man felt the same way, but to make a long story short, they were best friends. They talked more frequently, visited each other more frequently, played together more frequently. Honestly, the two were each other's rock, and both of them were thankful for that. It was nice to have some sort of support system.

Brock sighed, "Well, since you're moving I was going to ask you if you needed help with anything."

"You're too nice." Brian replied in a heartbeat. "But I think I've got everything locked down."

"You're inviting me to your new place first, right?"

"Of course." The younger man laughed. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Brock smiled as he clutched the phone to his ear, "At least you'll be closer, that's so awesome..." He trailed off. Albeit, Utah was a little ways away from LA, but Moo didn't care. He and Brian would literally be a state away from each other, and that was close enough for him. It was so much better than him being in a different country; the excitement was real. "I can't wait." He managed to get out once more. Hell, just thinking of all the things they'd be able to do together, how often they'd be able to hang out made Brock's heartbeat falter if only slightly.

Brian grinned, "I hate to cut you short Brocky, but there's some other things I've got to take care of. I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay." The older man nodded, "I'll call you later." He said before bidding the younger man farewell and hanging up the phone. A sigh escaped his lips, and he knew he was in very big trouble. He was head over heels in love with Brian, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

A/N: To be continued...?