The next few days seemed to drag on if Terroriser were being honest with himself. He was anxious to leave, anxious to get away from his parents... Anxious to see Moo; although he definitely wouldn't admit it to himself. So he spent most of his time editing, getting videos ready so that he wasn't distracted by work during his move, he would already be stressed enough, he didn't want to worry about posting content on youtube as well. He wanted all of his focus to be on settling in his new place. And when the Irishman wasn't working, he spent the rest of the time trying to avoid his mom and dad. They were still trying to convince him not to leave, but Brian knew that there was no way in hell he was backing out now. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his last night in Ireland arrived.

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; his life would just be different. 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 as the hours of the night grew later and later. Minutes finally turned into hours, then it was becoming early morning, 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 Moo had grown quite significantly. The Irishman had definitely picked up on them talking and spending more and more time together... Not that that was a problem, after all, he was thankful to have someone like Brock in his life. The older man brought him joy.

A few minutes later, his phone began to ring and he answered it immediately. He didn't even have to look at the caller ID on the screen to know that it was Moo, his best friend. "Hello?" Brian's voice was low from not speaking for so long and trying to go to bed.

"Hey."

"Hey." Terroriser couldn't help the grin that spread.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now?" He could hear the smile clearly etched in Brock's tone, and that thought made his heart clench for some unknown reason. Moo was happy to talk to him. 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 - Brian had always thought that about him.

A chuckle escaped his Irish lips and he sighed, "I can't. I'm too wound up." 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 occupied for a while?" 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 entertained. The two liked playing alone, there was just something special about it. 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?" Moo inquired, letting the younger man 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. He often found himself picking on his friend and challenging his video game skills. He loved to watch the Irishman get all riled up about everything, Brock thought it was funny to piss him off. Funny... And cute if he were being totally honest.

"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. Rounds and rounds of zombies had passed, and before either of them knew it, they had managed to sit up all night. The sun was freshly rising in the sky and Brian felt groggy. "Doesn't your flight leave in a little bit?" Brock finally pointed out after they had both died in their umpteenth game of zombies. Terroriser 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. He most definitely needed to get to the airport and fast.

"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. "See you later?" He asked Moo.

"See you later." The older man confirmed.

"Okay."

"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. It took the Irishman a few moments to snap out of his daze, but when he did he knew he needed to get a move on. 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, Brian did that first, and meanwhile, Moo Snuckel was heading to bed. He couldn't believe that his best friend had easily kept him up all night. That definitely wasn't like him. Moo liked having a routine and schedule, and now? Now he'd be sleeping all day. 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 wasn't sure when it had really started wither. All he knew was that one day he woke up and he knew that Brian made him feel things that no other person had before. It was strange to say the least. 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. They got along well, their conversation always flowed, and even if it didn't they were comfortable with the silence and the company of one another. It had to be meant to be, right?

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. Brian was charming, popular, they were just different people... But that didn't stop Moo from the feelings he had inside 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. But, he was thankful for the asian man; if Evan weren't there to listen to him rant, he was sure that he would go insane.

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 could feel himself jump from his nap, unsure of how long he'd actually been out. He picked up his iphone 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, and his curtains definitely weren't dark enough to handle it.

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, he had forgotten all about recording with his other friends today. Damn him. Quickly, he made up an excuse to get Vanoss off his back. "I can't, I have to queue some videos and pack and stuff so I can go visit Brian. Sorry." Well, it wasn't a total lie, but it didn't exactly get him off the hook for missing the session either.

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, every once in a while it was good for him if he was really being honest with himself, he knew he could take it.

"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. He hated to say it, but he was so sure, he could feel it in his guts.

"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, and he had no idea about what he was about to bring with him to LA. With another sigh, Moo rubbed his eyes... It was going to be a long day.