Brock was tapping his pen on the dining room table, for once, he decided to see if writing on paper would help his writer's block. Staring ahead, he continued tapping. Whatever he was doing, it seemed to be to no avail, and he was becoming frustrated with each second that passed and he wasn't writing; just lost in his thoughts. Nogla was next to him, eating some sort of soup. He went from staring at his food to looking over at the pen. He looked up to see his friend was completely zoning out. He reached out and grabbed the pen before setting it down in relief. "What are you thinking about?"

Brock blinked and looked down at his blank paper. He then sighed, "I guess everything... I'm too busy thinking about stupid things that I can't concentrate on writing." He confessed with a groan. He didn't want to admit it, but it was the absolute truth in things.

The other nodded, "Okay… But… What are you thinking?" He asked again.

Brock sat back, "It's been four days Nogla. Four." Seeing his friends questionable look, he rested his head on the table. "Brian was suppose to call me but I have yet to hear from him." And these four days had been unbearably long; and because of his preoccupied thoughts, Brock had yet to get any writing done. They ended on good terms, didn't they? When they bid farewell just four days ago? He remembered Brian's white smile so easily when drove away. What in the world was going on?

Nogla took a bite of his soup, "Maybe you did something wrong." He suggested casually.

He sat there for a moment before snapping his head up. "My book. That has to be it!" Sitting up, he shook his head. "I'm an idiot. I gave him my book and now he is disgusted with me." He was used to over thinking things, but this actually made perfect sense. Brian read the book, and now he was avoiding Brock; that had to be it.

Nogla nodded, "Yep. Has to be it."

Brock glared at him, "You're an asshole."

"Hey," Nogla interjected. "I'm just trying to help! Besides… Four days isn't that long, maybe he's just busy?" He continued to add suggestions. "Maybe he really likes you, and doesn't want to seem so eager to see you again." He shrugged, spooning another bite of soup into his mouth, slurping it down. "Maybe… He's dead."

"Daithi!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He laughed. "But seriously, you shouldn't be so worried Brock. I'm sure everything's fine. Just try to get some writing done, that's what you're here for, right?" He was just trying to be a good friend and ease the older man's nerves, and he liked to think he was doing a pretty good job at it.

Brock nodded, "You're right! I came here to write, not to chase cute Irishmen." He got out, beginning to tap his pen on the table again.

Nogla shook his head, grimacing at his roommate, "God… You're too much for me sometimes."

Brock laughed and decided maybe he should just write down some characters to start off. Alright. He began scribbling until he had a full description. He slid his notebook to Nogla, "Tell me if you think this guy would be attractive." He said, hoping the Irishman would be of some help.

Nogla glanced up, "Seriously?" Seeing his friend eagerly nodding, he sighed heavily through his nose. Looking down at the messy handwriting, it took him a moment to be able to understand what it said. "Tall, alright. You want to be able to look up at the guy. Some stubble? Okay. Blue eyes… Brock, I feel uncomfortable." He got out as he continued to glance over the list.

Brock was listening for a moment before taking his notebook back. He stared at the description before sighing. Hair swept to the side, a thick Irish accent. It was Brian… The character he was describing was Brian. But of course it would be; he hard charm and good looks, wit for days, and the guy hadn't even called yet. Grabbing the paper, he tore it out and crumpled it up before throwing it to the side. "Something is seriously wrong with me man." He groaned. "Love like this isn't real, it's just in books! Love at first sight isn't real." He tried to persuade himself.

Nogla finished his soup and sat back, rubbing his now full stomach. "Why don't you just use your experiences and use it in a book. That's why you came here, right?" He suggested with a shrug.

Brock grabbed the paper he just crumpled and opened it up once more. He continued staring down at it, an odd feeling in his gut. It wasn't right. Plus, he didn't even know how much he really liked Brian, if at all! Or if Brian liked him! "I came to write a book, not to fall in love." He said once again, still trying to persuade himself rather than Nogla.

"Why not both?" Nogla questioned. "What's that saying? Have your cake and eat it too? Isn't that how it goes?" He continued to try and help Brock, but the older man was just staring at him, ridiculing his every word. "You can do both, Brock, I believe in you." He encouraged. After all, he didn't know just how long he was staying in Ireland; enough time to write a book, but how much time was that? "You can stay here as long as you need." Daithi added, hoping it would help. He hated seeing his friend distressed as much as he liked picking on him.

Brock sighed and hung his head, fingers still playing with the wrinkled paper… "What if he doesn't like me back? What if he just wants to be friends?" He inquired, glancing up and Nogla with his dark eyes. Surely… That had to have been why Brian hadn't called yet.

The younger man grinned and chuckled, "So now we find out what the real problem is… Brock's afraid of getting rejected."

"I like him." Brock admitted. "And I think I like him a lot."

Nogla waived it off, "You've got too much on your mind and you're over thinking it like you always do. You need to relax." He advised. "Let's go out for some drinks." He joked, laughing slightly.

"Like hell I will," He rolled his eyes. "Alcohol got me into this mess."

"You know what, we really should." Nogla then began to explain. "Drinking has always made you less stressed, I think this would be good for you." He continued to speak.

"I don't want to." Brock huffed, attempting to write on his paper again to no prevail. "You're a bad influence."

Nogla nudged his arm, "Come on man, I promise I won't leave you again." He tried to persuade. "I'll make sure you don't over drink and if you say anything stupid to another cute guy, I'll pull you away." He coaxed his roommate into going to the bar with him, hoping it would work. He knew Brock needed to get this Brian guy off his mind. He seemed like a decent enough guy, so Nogla was curious as to why he hadn't called back yet either.

Brock looked over to see the Irishman's pleading face and sighed. "I hate you." Standing up, he grabbed his supplies. "Give me fifteen to get ready. I swear to god if you break your promise, I will end you." He threatened before twirling around and heading in the direction of his bedroom. Once he got there, he took a glance at his cell phone. Was he overreacting? This guy… He didn't know if he would feel anger or joy when he finally called.

As promised, about fifteen minutes later, Brock came out of his room once more, ready to go to the bar. He and Daithi decided to walk since the pub was so close to their house. Maybe getting drunk wouldn't be so bad… At least that's what Brock hoped. Maybe this time he could drink responsibly, because every time he did get drunk, it never ended up well. "Two beers, please." Nogla said once they got to the bar and took their seats on the stools. It was relatively quiet there tonight, which was a good thing.

"This is kind of relaxing," Brock got out.

"See?" Nogla offered. "I told you it'd be good for you. And maybe you'll get some ideas so you can write later." He added.

"Hopefully," Brock replied, sipping on his beer once the bartender brought it to him.

It was only fifteen or twenty minutes in of their little rendezvous that Brock was feeling miserable, and for once, it wasn't from being drunk. He had only drunk one beer anyway, but still… One was usually enough to get him a bit intoxicated. He was slightly tipsy and that was about it, but now he had his head pressed against the bar, lost in his thoughts. He was sure people felt slightly bad for him, one woman even attempted to get him to buy her a drink but she couldn't even get any flirting out. He was awful.

Nogla was part of the reason why he felt so bad. After he got a bit under the influence, he may have gotten a little emotional and he told Nogla how he felt, like earlier, he was just ranting and raving about everything he was feeling. The Irishman nodded a few times, mentioned something about using the bathroom and hadn't been back since then. He had ditched Brock once more, left him all alone at the bar with his beer and sorrows. Probably couldn't handle some man tears, he didn't blame him. Still, he never came here for this… This was definitely not in his plans.

Lifting his head, he squinted across the bar at the mirror against the wall. He looked absolutely miserable. All of this because of some guy he recently just met. Sitting up more straight, he sniffed and took a sip of his beer. Maybe he should just forget about this Brian guy. He was a very messy guy anyway, it would be for the best. And Nogla would stop getting all jealous about it. Sure, he could forget… But Brock knew there was no way he'd be able to just make his feelings go away, or stop them for that matter. He was already in too deep with Brian, and no matter how many times he told himself he could just forget, he knew he wouldn't be able to.

Sitting there drinking his glass of alcohol, he felt a small vibration coming from his pocket. It was rather late, so he wondered who'd be calling him at this time of night. Looking down, he set down his glass and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Raising his brow at the unknown number, he put the device to his ear. "Hello?" He inquired, slurring if only slightly.

"Hey, is this Brock?" The voice sounded unfamiliar, at least in this state he was in.

"Who's asking?" He slurred even more, slightly.

"It's Brian." The voice replied happily, leaving Brock in shock.