After a few short hours, Brian's flight had finally made its way to LA. It was a little bumpy, but other than that, quite relaxing. The plane landed and the Irishman couldn't wait to get up and stretch his legs. Excitement pulsed through his veins as he exited the plane with his carry on luggage, and maneuvered his way through the crowded airport. He was never a fan of crowds, or airports for that matter, but he traveled a lot so he was used to it. Once he was finally free from the swarm of people, he managed to get a cab just outside the airport, and was on his way to his new apartment, it wasn't far.
Inside the cab, Terroriser breathed a sigh of relief, just finally glad he had made it here. The trip was always long but the destination and what was to come was well worth it. As he sat there, his head throbbed if only slightly, but he had to guess it was because of flying, the altitude differences were always a pain. He made a mental note to grab some tylenol later. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he sent Brock a quick text to let the man know he had finally arrived. Just got into LA, see you soon! Immediately he got a response from the older man - a smiley face.
Brian had missed California dearly, and he had to admit, it felt good to be back. However, he definitely did not miss the awful city traffic. At this rate, it would take him ages to finally get to his apartment. Of course, now that he was here, he wasn't really in a rush, it was just a slight nuisance that he would have to wait even longer to get to his place. So, to kill some much needed time, he dabbled around on twitter for a bit, hoping it would keep him slightly occupied for the time being. He would be at his apartment soon, and he was glad.
Meanwhile, Brock was cooking dinner when his phone buzzed somewhere on the kitchen counter. He tended to the items on the stove before heading over to check it. He figured it would be Brian, because it seemed as of lately, that was the only person who was blowing up his phone, but he didn't mind at all. And his guess was right as he saw the Irishman's name at the top of the screen. He read the text and grinned if only for a second before thumbing back a quick reply. Let me know if you need anything before I catch my flight later. The older man wasn't messing around; when he told Brian he would be there as soon as he got into LA, he wasn't kidding. He had an overnight flight to catch, and that was the only thing keeping him and the other youtuber apart for the moment.
When Brian finally got to his apartment, he was relieved. Although, he didn't know what he was going to do in an empty apartment, because the rest of his stuff and his furniture wouldn't arrive for at least two more days. He had brought his laptop, some clothes, and a blow up bed so he wouldn't be stuck sleeping on the floor, but until Brock got here later that night, he wouldn't have much to do. However, he was content with just relishing in the happiness that came from the new apartment. It was small, but it wasn't as small as the other one he lived in. The living room and kitchen were a pretty good size, as well as a bathroom downstairs, and upstairs there were two bedrooms, and another bathroom as well. He had so much space, he didn't know what to do with it. But in all honesty, Brian would rather have too much space than a lack of space; he had too much stuff he had to find a place for.
And, he was finally away from his parents. He could finally live his life the way that he wanted to without his mom and dad always on his back, or pressuring him to live a different kind of life. The fact that that stress would no longer be bothering him lifted a certain weight off his shoulders. The only thing he had to worry about now was making a life for himself in LA, in his new home. He couldn't wait for the adventure to begin, and he couldn't wait to start it off with Brock, his best friend.
To occupy his time, Terroriser took to twitter to post that he had made it to LA safely so his friends, and his fans would know that he's okay. He got a few smartass replies from Nogla and Marcel, but nevertheless, he was still happy. Things would be different, yet the same too, and the Irishman couldn't anticipate all of the fun times and memories he was bound to create here.
Later that night, Brock had cleaned his home, showered, and prepared for his flight to LA. He and Brian had been texting on and off all day, Brian letting Brock know just how bored he was, which was pretty typical of him in a way. Double checking to make sure he had everything, Moo then headed to the airport with his carry on luggage and phone. A nervous excitement lingered in his belly, because he knew he'd be getting to see Brian soon. It wasn't a long ride to the airport, and he was there before he knew it. Once he was on the plane, he sent a text to Brian, letting him know that he'd see him soon. Time seemed to be going too slow for his liking.
Brock didn't particularly like flying, but he didn't hate it either. He just grew a bit restless sometimes during longer flights. Luckily for him though, this flight was only a few hours long, because he didn't live too far from LA. He played on his phone, listened to music, and texted Brian occasionally to keep him informed on his journey. The older man had to keep reminding himself that he would be reunited with the Irishman soon, and he'd be able to see him again after all the time they had spent apart. That was what he was looking forward to the most.
Brian was trying to make the empty apartment at least somewhat presentable for his oncoming company, however, there wasn't much he could do with merely a blow up bed and a laptop. But he made do with what he had, blew up the air bed in the living room, and waited pretty impatiently for his friend's flight. In the meantime, he had managed to order a few pizzas so he and Brock wouldn't go hungry through the night, and played on his phone. He had a bad habit of doing that when he was waiting for something or someone, however, it did help occupy the time, because he had soon received a text from Brock saying that his plane was about to land.
The Irishman had agreed to meet him at the airport, so he headed back into the LA traffic in a cab to get to there. He hoped he would arrive before Brock's plane had touched down, but by the looks of it, and by the looks of the traffic, he wouldn't get there as soon as he would have liked to. He sent Moo a quick text to let him know what was going on, might not get there as soon as you land, the traffic is pretty bad, but I'll be there as soon as I can. It was a simple explanation, and Brock was just getting off the plane when he felt his phone buzzing in his hand. He read through Brian's text quickly, and thumbed a short reply, I'll be waiting. And with that, he found a place to sit, and tried to collect himself and his thoughts before Brian arrived.
He was finally here in LA, and Brian would be here soon, and suddenly... Brock couldn't control the erratic beating of his heart, or his sweating palms. The nerves hit him like a ton of bricks, and he knew it was only because of his imminent feelings for the younger man. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, he knew it was just Brian, but still... That man did something to Brock that no one else had ever done before. So, he took deep breaths and tried to remember Evan's words as he sat there in that busy airport, and he hoped and prayed that the anxiety would go away soon. He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of the other man. Sure, he and Brian hadn't seen each other in a while, but they were best friends for god's sake, the connection would and always would be there. Wouldn't it?
When the cab pulled up in front of the airport, Brian hesitated before getting out. He didn't know why, but there was a weird feeling in his gut. Nervousness? Excitement? A mere combination of the two? He didn't know, so he pushed it away, and headed inside to see the man he'd been so anxiously waiting for. He couldn't wait to see his best friend. I'm here, where are you? He text, crystal blue eyes searching for the shorter man. He wished the airport wasn't so damn crowded. There were so many people!
Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his back pocket, and he pulled it out, knowing it was Brock. "Hello?" He answered.
"You're here?" Brock asked.
"Just walked through the doors, where are you?" The Irishman inquired still searching.
"I'm sitting by the airport cafeteria." Brock answered, and Brian immediately turned in that direction, eyes still scanning for the older man. "I'm wearing one of your shirts if that helps," He added with a small chuckle, and Brian could feel his heartbeat falter if only for a moment. And finally after looking around for a minute or two, he found him, and indeed, he was wearing one of Brian's shirts. Terroriser began maneuvering through the crowd of airport people to make his way to Brock. It seemed as though there were a million steps between he and his best friend, until finally, he was standing right in front of him, grin etched on his pretty face. It was almost as if time had stopped.
"Brocky!" The younger man had exclaimed, and Brock stood up, smiling as he pulled Brian in for a much needed hug. He had missed his clear blue eyes, his white crooked smile, and that damn hair that seemed to be sticking every which way. He looked a damn mess, but he was still adorable to Moo. He tightened his strong arms around the taller man, feeling him, inhaling him until his lungs were full, until he had had enough. "It's good to see you again," Brian said when they had separated from one another, missing the feeling of the warmth.
"Likewise," Brock retorted.
They began to walk, the older man dragging his luggage behind them. "Well, you look good." Brian interrupted the short silence that was carried between them as they walked. "How long has it been? Since we've last seen each other?" He continued to ask as they walked, looking over to the shorter man. But he already knew the answer to that question, too long, it had been too long since the last time they had seen each other, there was no hesitation with that.
Brock wracked his mind to make it look like he hadn't been counting the days since they'd separated, "Uh... Four months I think?" He answered with a raised eyebrow. "And you look good too." He tried to say without blushing, but failed miserably.
"I always look good, what are you talking about?" Brian joked as they finally made it outside and into the cab.
"I think your hair says otherwise." Brock laughed. "It's kind of a mess at the moment."
"You of all people should know that hair jokes are off limits with me." The younger man warned as the cab took off in the LA traffic.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Moo retorted. And just like that, the nerves were gone just as fast as they had come, and Brock felt natural. Evan had been right this whole time, it was just Brian, what did he ever have to worry about it the first place? They were going to have a good time together, feelings for each other, or no feelings for each other put aside in the process... Or at least that's what Brock had hoped for, but he wasn't sure that it was going to be that easy.