It was late again, Brian's flight leaving in the early morning, and yet he was so excited he couldn't sleep. It wasn't the fact that he'd be flying, hell, he'd flown multiple times before, airplanes didn't phase him. It was the fact that his life would be different in this new setting, in this new apartment that he was moving into. And the thought of that made him giddy. Things would be easier, he'd get more done, and because of these facts, anticipation brewed in his belly of what was to come. In the morning, he'd be boarding the flight to LA, ready to fully embrace the lifestyle. Of course, maybe he was overthinking things just a bit, but he didn't care, he was excited.

The tiny bed seemed to grow even tinier as he laid restlessly, tossing and turning. Minutes finally turned into an hour, and he knew that sleep wasn't going to come anytime soon as much as he would have liked it to. Brian was too wound up, too anxious. And he knew he needed something to do to keep him busy. So, he grabbed his phone from the charger, and decided to send a text to Brock to see what the older man was up to. You awake? He inquired and laid his phone back down. He had noticed as of lately, that his relationship with Brock had grown quite significantly. Not that that was a problem, after all, he was thankful to have someone like Brock in his life.

A few minutes later, his phone began to ring and he answered it immediately, "Hello?"

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now?" He could hear the smile clearly etched in Brock's voice, and that thought made his heart clench for some unknown reason. There was something about the older man's voice, something about the warming comforting aspect of it all that he just couldn't shake, and it made goosebumps run up and down his pale flesh. Brock was extraordinary, too sweet for his own good.

A chuckle escaped his Irish lips and he sighed, "I can't." He answered, "Plus, I can always sleep on my flight."

"So you call to pester me? Great." Moo joked.

"Only you'll put up with my bullshit Brocky."

"I guess so." The older man laughed, switching the phone to his other ear. Late night phone calls like this were definitely not a new aspect for them. In fact, they talked on the phone most when it was late. And Brock loved it; there was something about the night that made things more intimate, more private, and Brian's sleepy voice mixed with his accent drove him absolutely wild. It was just another thing he loved about the man. He didn't know why he liked to tease himself with it though, knowing he would never be able to call the man his. Unrequited love was a game that he didn't like to play, and it was that, or being stuck in the friend zone for eternity. "You're not all that bad though." He added with a grin, and he knew for a fact that Brian was smiling on the other end of the line.

"Coming from you, I don't really believe it, but alright." Brian cheekily replied. "Are you busy?" He quickly added.

"No, why?" Brock questioned.

"Do you want to play something? Keep me busy?" The Irishman asked.

"Sure." The older man said, and that was all it took for them to hang up the phone and get their gaming stuff all set up for a much needed late night session. And they weren't making a video, weren't going to get any of the other guys involved... It was just going to be those two, playing a game, for recreational purposes and to keep each other busy. And they did this often, as with many other aspects of their relationship. Again, it was different, with it just being the two of them. Most of the time, they didn't even talk, they just played together and listened to each other's breaths over the headset, finding comfort in just knowing someone else was there. Moments later, they were reconnected in a skype call. "What are we playing?" Brock inquired, letting Brian decided the game of his choice for that night.

"I know we probably won't make it very far by ourselves," Brian started, then paused to laugh a bit.

"Speak for yourself, terrible Terroriser," Brock retorted, in a teasing manner.

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding, chill." The older man grinned.

"But we could try zombies?" He offered.

"Yeah, okay." Moo agreed and the two booted up their consoles and began their game with one another. Between witty banter, bad puns, and just curses of frustration between them, hours had passed of the two just playing with each other. And before either of them knew it, they had managed to sit up all night. The sun was freshly rising in the sky. "Doesn't your flight leave in a little bit?" Brock finally pointed out after they had both died in their umpteenth game of zombies. Brian hadn't even been paying attention to the clock, he was having way too much of a good time with his best friend, so when he did finally glance at it once it was brought to attention, he was shocked. His flight left in little more than an hour's time.

"Oh shit, yeah, I guess it does." He replied, grinning sheepishly. Excitement still ran through his veins, but it wasn't only from moving, it was from Brock as well now that they had spent all this time together. "I better get going then." Brian added as he turned his console off. The tiredness was beginning to dawn on him at the moment, and he knew right then and there that he would sleep well on the plane, on his long flight over to LA.

"Have a safe flight, call me when you land Bri." Brock said.

"I will," Brian replied, before the two bid their farewells and disconnected the Skype call. A shower was needed, and that would help wake him up some so he could ride to the airport and actually board the plane. So, the Irishman did that first, and meanwhile, Moo Snuckel was heading to bed. He couldn't believe that Brian had easily kept him up all night. He sighed as he shut everything down and crawled into bed, early sunlight streaming through the frothy curtains of his bedroom. In just a few days he'd be with Brian, in real life, and he didn't know how he was going to manage it.

It had been forever since they'd seen each other, and his developing feelings had only gotten stronger. He never thought he'd be the type of person to fall in love with their best friend, but hell, at this point, anything was possible. But Brian was funny, and attractive, and there was just something about him that drew Brock in. It was a living hell, and Brock had kept these feelings bottled up inside him ever since they had first surfaced, because he knew that there was no way in hell that the Irishman could ever feel the same about him. Had he thought about telling him before? Of course, but he never actually went through with it, instead, he'd go to Vanoss, his only friend that actually knew of his infatuation for Terroriser.

Brock had only slept for a few hours when his phone began to ring, interrupting his sleep and his never ending thoughts of Brian. He picked it up without looking at the screen, wondering just who it could be. "Hello?" His voice was groggy, and he kept his eyes closed because he knew if he didn't, the sunlight would kill him. It was unlike him to sleep during the day.

Evan's voice was on the other line, "Are you still sleeping? What the hell...?"

"No." Brock muttered.

"Brock," The asian pestered. "You were asleep, don't lie... Are you still recording with us today?" He inquired.

The older man rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn, "I can't, I have to queue some videos and pack and stuff so I can go visit Brian. Sorry."

He could practically hear the smile in Evan's voice, "Ah, yes, Brian... And speaking of Brian, is our little Irish friend the reason you were up all night?" Sometimes, Brock regretted telling Vanoss about his feelings, but the teasing was all in good fun, so he didn't take it too hard to heart. In fact, sometimes it was good for him if he was really being honest with himself.

"We played zombies." He answered simply.

"When are you going to tell him?" Evan questioned.

"Evan, we've been through this so many times already." Brock sighed. "I'm not going to tell him, I can't." He shook his head as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes some more. There was no way in hell he'd be able to go back to sleep now. Vanoss had long gone and woken him up, so he sat up in bed, stretching as he switched the phone to his other ear. "He doesn't like me like that." He continued as he got out of bed, ready to begin the late day.

"How do you know that?" Evan retorted.

"Because, I just know."

"Alright, suit yourself." Vanoss shrugged. "I'll talk to you later man, let me know if you need anything."

"See ya." Brock finished before hanging up. First thing's first, he needed to pack.