The time period after the wedding went slowly, and then sometimes not at all. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months... And the bustling summer turned to fall. Nothing was ever the same. And after all, Brian was sure he could never go back to normal life; at least not without Brock. In all actuality, both of them had been living similar lifestyles; only listening to their bodies and doing everything in their power to block out the ever racing thoughts of their minds. When they were hungry, they ate, when they were tired, they slept, and when they felt like they had to cry, they cried. That was it. That was the method to the madness. A dull routine filled the hours of the day, and it went unchanging.
They missed each other like crazy, but Brock wouldn't admit that to anyone. Hell, he would barely admit it to himself sometimes. He was too stubborn now these days; he was too afraid of getting hurt for the umpteenth time. So he built up his brick wall that Brian had used everything in his power to wear and tear down. He wasn't letting anyone in anymore. It had been too much, too many feelings, too many tears. He didn't want to go through all that again. Brian was the opposite though; he wanted Brock like no other, and he didn't care who knew it, especially after everything he had already been through with his friends and his parents.
Life was slow, desolate, lonely... The two men rarely uploaded videos to their channels, and whenever they did play something with the others, it was never genuine. They were quiet; not really ever in the mood to play. However, Brian connected with their friends; more so than Brock. It was just the way his personality was, while the older man shut out nearly everyone in the world. He didn't want any contact, any means of socialness at all. But despite all of this, all of everything, only one main question lingered.
How do you move on once you've accepted that the love of your life doesn't want you? Brian hadn't. He hadn't accepted it. Brock didn't either. Neither of them had, and that's why they couldn't move on. It was nearly impossible. No doubt, the guys all took notice to it, and it affected each of them differently. Hell, their group of friends were split because of this. Something had to be done. They couldn't keep living like this. It was a complicated game that no one really ever knew the rules to. It left them all guessing. But even their attempts at normal life, left them unhappy, like there was something missing.
"No, no..." Marcel trailed off one day, as Brian attempted to play some prop hunt. "What I wanna know is how in the fuck, did you walk out of your own wedding?" He continued. Evan was in the call, as well as Mini Ladd, and Nogla. In fact, they weren't even really playing anything, just talking of recent events. Brian had been pretty quiet, and not quite the person to share the new details of his life with anyone right now. But, he figured the guys had waited long enough, and that they were his friends, and deserved to know.
"Yeah, we want to know the full story." Mini added.
"Well, I didn't really walk out," Brian retorted as he started.
"Then what happened?" Vanoss asked. Of course, Evan had already heard it from Brock, but he wanted to know Brian's side as well.
"It's a long story," The Irishman got out. "I guess first of all I have to say that I didn't even want to marry that girl. My parents arranged it... And that's why Brock and I had to, you know, break up." It still wasn't easy to talk about Brock. Even after all this time had passed. His name still felt like poison on Brian's tongue; sour to the touch, bitter. So sitting here and telling the guys his story was no simple task. "My parents told me that I had a week to get rid of him, and I had no idea how I was going to do that. I broke his heart; I hurt him." He said sadly.
"That actually explains a lot." Nogla got out. "I'm sorry about that."
"I wanted to make my parents happy... Mostly my father. And I went along with it. But as the wedding got closer, I realized that it wasn't something I wanted. God, all I wanted was Brock... I didn't want my parents to have complete control over my life." Brian trailed off. "So I just never showed up to the wedding. I went to Brock's house. I was stupid for thinking that he would take me back after all the shit I've done to him. My parents practically disowned me, and you know? All of this just is pretty much my fault." He finished, letting out a long sigh afterward. "It's complicated and really dumb, and I'm just so sorry you all have to be involved like this."
"Hey," Vanoss interrupted. "You and Brock are our friends, we're here for you guys."
"Just give Brock time." Mini replied.
"It's been nearly four months," Brian deadpanned. "I'm pretty sure Brock doesn't want anything else to do with me. For good."
Marcel booed, "Don't be so negative!"
"Look guys, I appreciate the support and all... But I'm pretty tired so I think I'm just gonna go to bed." The Irishman got out, rubbing his eyes if only slightly. He had been staring at the computer for too long; been thinking about Brock for too long. It was time to sleep and forget, if only for a moment. He was about to bid them all farewell, when something slipped from his lips. "You guys haven't talked to Brock lately, have you?" It was hesitant when it came out, and Brian almost regretted it. But, he was curious. There was never any mention of him... Not any inclination as to how he was doing, and for lack of better words and terms, the Irishman was worried about him.
"Not for a few weeks, why?" Evan inquired.
"He's probably in worse shape than I am..." Brian trailed off, sighing.
"You still love him, don't you?" Nogla inquired.
Silence before he answered. "Of course I do. I always will." Brian responded, and got no reply. With Brock, it wasn't just a type of love that would go away. It was a one of a kind love; a love that lasted and stayed with you until you were old and gray. Brian would feel it forever, because that's exactly what it was; a forever kind of love. His chest clenched at the thought. He needed to sleep. He needed to dream so he could be with Brock in that way. As sad as that was, it was true, and instantly, it made him miserable. "Goodnight guys." He said, bidding his final farewell, before shutting everything down and heading to his messy, unkempt bed.
Evan made sure he was really gone from the call before he said anything else. "We have to do something."
"Oh shit," Mini commented. "Here we go."
"Actually, I was thinking the same thing." Nogla agreed with Vanoss. "It's been a long time since they've seen each other, I think if we gave them a push in the right direction-" However, he couldn't get the rest of his sentence out.
"They'd get back together!? Are you fucking serious?" Marcel interrupted. "That's stupid. And we'd have to lie to them to get them around each other."
"What's the worse that could happen?" Nogla questioned. "They'd be mad, but that's it. It's not going to make things any more unpleasant than they already are. I think we should do it." He tried to convince his other friends that were still in the call. Hell, this was their job. And after all, it would be fun and give them something to do for the time being. It wasn't like them to meddle, but it was apparent now that both men needed help, and after all, they were all friends, so it shouldn't hurt anything, right?
"It just might work," Evan replied. "They both still love each other, and now that Brian has his shit together, everything would be fine. They'd be happy!"
"Fuck it, I'm in." Mini Ladd answered. "We should call the others so we can plan something."
"Good idea." Vanoss said. "Let operation B and B, commence." And so they did just that. They got Tyler in the call, as well as Lui and Delirious, and a few others to let them know the details of the situation. From there, they made a plan. They sat there in the wee hours of the night to smooth out all of the kinks and make sure nothing would be able to go wrong. Once everything was agreed on, it was Evan who spoke for confirmation. "Alright, so a week from today is when we'll start everything. That good?" He asked and received a unanimous call of yes and sure.
"What if it doesn't work?" Lui asked.
"It's going to work." Vanoss insisted. "Trust me."
"Whatever you say."
