When morning finally made itself present, Brian was the first one to wake up. He stretched his stiff muscles, letting his newly opened crystal blue eyes adjust to the protruding sunlight. It was practically blinding since he hadn't had a chance to hang up curtains in the apartment yet. He rubbed the sleep from them and sat up gently, careful not to stir the sleeping log of a man next to him. The airbed hadn't been as comfortable as he first thought and because of that, his back and neck were pretty sore. He couldn't wait until his damn furniture finally got here so he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable and out of place as he did.

A light snore brought the Irishman out of his thoughts immediately, and a smile instantly surfaced on his face. That's right, Brock was in LA with him after all, and because of that, he didn't feel so alone in his empty apartment. It felt closer to home with Brock here with him, and he was thankful for that. The older man was still fast asleep, soft snores emerging from his lips every now and again, and Brian couldn't help but to stifle a chuckle. Who knew Brock sounded so cute while he snored? His head was buried in the pillow, eyes pressed shut, and his lips slightly parted.

The younger man sighed as he observed Brock. Was it weird to be watching him like this? Did friends watch each other sleep? Brian pushed that thought out of his head immediately. Sure, he had a bit of an inclination that Brock was interested in him in a more than a friend way, but he chose to ignore it. They were close friends, that was it. And whatever feelings that Brian reciprocated towards the older man, he often swallowed them down, didn't let them surface, and he knew deep down it was better off that way. He and Brock would stay close friends, and that was it. He didn't want to mess things up by doing something stupid, and he was so sure that Brock knew that as well. Didn't he? Only time would tell, so Brian chose to leave it at that for now. Plus, he couldn't have feelings for Brock, couldn't let himself succumb to that, not when things were already going so well for him.

Brock still looked so tired even thought they had slept all night. The flight to LA really must have drained him, but of course it would have. He wasn't used to traveling like that, like Brian was. The Irishman decided right then and there that he would let Brock sleep for as long as he needed to, so he pulled out his phone to find something to distract himself while his friend slept. He had a few texts from the guys, one from Evan asking him if he and Brock wanted to have dinner tonight. Of course he wouldn't decline the asian man's offer, so he gladly accepted. After that, he messed around on twitter, until a voice stopped him from his activities. "Good morning." Brock's voice was groggy, his throat a little scratchy when he woke. "Have you been awake long?" He asked a little apologetically as he too, sat up and stretched his muscles, rubbing the sleep from his dark eyes.

"No." Brian shook his head. "I just wanted to let you sleep, you looked tired." He explained.

"Thank you." Brock replied, smiling slightly. "Nice bedhead by the way."

The younger man rolled his eyes, "Shut up."

"No really, it's-"

"Brock." Brian turned giving him a look. "What's with you and the hair jokes? Geez," He trailed off with a grin.

"I can't help it, I like messing with you." He shrugged, smiling. "So...? What's on the agenda today?" Brock inquired, looking over at his best friend with curious eyes. It was his first day in LA with Brian, and he wanted to make it memorable. They definitely had to get out of this empty apartment and do something fun before Brian's stuff came and they'd be busy unpacking and moving furniture together. Not that Brock minded doing that, he just wanted to make some other memories with Brian as well, spend time with him in a different setting.

"Well..." Brian drawled. "Breakfast, sightseeing of course, maybe the beach, and then we've got dinner with Evan." He explained, rambling on about all the different places he and Brock could go. Sightseeing was a must, there was so much stuff in LA, it was always hard to catch it all in one go. And the beach was the perfect plan and idea for the two to pass the time until it was time to go meet Evan. Hell, Brian didn't want Brock to spend all of his time in the empty apartment dying of boredom. He wanted Brock to have fun in LA, wanted the man to experience different stuff, and what better way to do that than the beach?

Brock nodded, "Sounds good. We should get the day started then, yeah?"

"After you." Brian gestured. So after the two got cleaned up and dressed and prepared for the day, they headed to some small café for breakfast. From there they headed to a store to pick up some essentials needed for the beach. Things like towels and swimming trunks and sunscreen. "Gotta protect that Irish skin, eh?" Brian joked, nudging the older man with his elbow.

"I burn easily too." Brock shared nonchalantly as he and the younger man began their way to the beach. It was a hot day in LA, not a cloud in the sky, the sun pestering down on the city with fever. It seemed as if it was the perfect day for beaches. And the ride there didn't take long, both of the men keeping themselves occupied with small talk and banter. It seemed as though these small conversations with Brock would never get old, and Brian was glad for that. He was glad he and Brock were able to keep going, switching from one topic to another with ease. Maybe just maybe, that's why they were best friends in the first place. The older man was already enjoying his time in LA, and it was only the second day.

When they arrived to the beach, they changed in the nearby restrooms and applied a generous amount of sunscreen to their bodies. "Race you to the water!" Brian yelled and he took off running with Brock not far behind him. The sand was hot on their toes, but it was soon relieved when they touched the wet shore. "I win!" The Irishman gloated as he turned around to smirk at Brock.

"You got lucky." Brock rolled his eyes as he pushed the taller man into the water. Even if Brian was faster than him, he was still stronger, and he was going to keep it that way. The younger man came out of the water gasping for breath and the only thing Brock could do was smile at him. He couldn't keep his eyes off his best friend while they were in the water. However, it was a cool distraction from the LA heat, but he was distracted by him in other ways as well. He could tell Brian had been working out since their time away from each other. He didn't say anything about it though, because he knew it would only make things awkward between them. Of course he was attracted to him, that was a given, and all these thoughts only made his prominent feelings for the Irishman come to the front of his mind. So he merely kept his mouth shut and waded to the shore with Brian following close behind him.

They settled in the sand, their feet barely touching the incoming waves, "You haven't been to LA that much, have you?" Brian inquired.

The older man shook his head, "Only for a few conventions. I try not to come here if I don't need to." He explained. It's not that he didn't like what LA had to offer, it was just that the city was not for him. It wasn't something that he was used to, so he'd rather not come out of his comfort zone if need be. But for Brian, he'd come to LA a million times if the man asked him to. He assumed that was only because of his feelings for the younger man, or maybe it was the fact that they were best friends, and that's just what best friends did for each other. He knew that Brian would do the same for him as well if he asked.

"Did you not want to come?"

"I'm here, aren't I?" He retorted, looking over. "For you... And I'm glad you invited me. Today has been a lot of fun." He admitted.

Brian sighed, tilting his head back, absorbing the sun. "At least we're only a state away from each other now, and not an ocean."

His skin glittered from the water and the sunlight, "Hey Brian?" Brock asked, letting the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even register what he was saying. Not now, he mentally scolded himself. You can't confess now. Brian turned to look at him, a questioning look in his eyes as if he knew what Brock was going to say already. The older man sighed, and wracked his brain for something to say, anything but the words he'd been dreading for quite some time now. "We should get ready for dinner, don't you think?" His face fell, and he knew right then and there that he wasn't going to be able to confess during this trip. It was too much, and he didn't want to face the rejection that was bound to come. He didn't want to ruin their friendship.

Brian frowned, finding his phone to look at the time, "I guess you're right... Let's go then."