"I can't believe you're making me do this!" Brian's voice echoed through the quaint house. "You can't tell me who to be with!"

His father clenched his fists angrily, "You'll do whatever I say, Brian, and that's that."

"Really? Are you serious? That's how you're going to be?"

His father furrowed his brows angrily, "I'm not talking about it anymore, Brian. It's done."

They sat up all night on the front steps, talking about old times, memories, whatever popped into their mind and seemed to fit the subject matter of the moment. It was a comfortable exchange. It felt right, being here with one another. It didn't matter how tired they were, it didn't matter that the moving company was coming in the early morning hours either. The only thing that did matter was that they were in LA, together with each other, sharing these moments and making memories.

He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but after Brian had suppressed the urge to kiss Brock, sadness filled him for the rest of the night. Maybe he should have just kissed him... Regret was a feeling that he didn't feel often, but he felt it a lot when he was with his best friend in moments like this. What had gotten into them? These were some oh so strong feelings that Terroriser had never really felt before. It excited and terrified him at the same time. His head and heart were a jumble of emotions.

He didn't know why he had wanted to kiss him either. Or did he? Maybe it was the way he looked in the moonlight, maybe it was the way he was breathing softly through his wet, parted lips. Or maybe it was the simplicity of them just being alone together under the stars. It was the perfect setting, after all, but Brian still couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't make himself kiss Brock, because he knew it would mess everything he had going for himself up. They were friends, that was it. Nothing more, nothing less, and they could never be anything more. It was too complicated. It was a game of love roulette... He wished he could just accept his feelings for Moo and live a happy ever after, but things in life like that never happened. There was always something, or someone rather, holding him back.

He was a horrible person, he concluded, leading Brock on like this when he already had someone he was invested in. Not by his choice, but he couldn't help it; Brock was Brock. Beautiful in every single way possible, and so so appealing. But he knew they could never be what he wanted them to be. It would change things forever. But with the way that the older man looked at him with such softness in his doe eyes, it was completely apparent he wanted the same thing. It made Brian's heart ache to know that he could never make Moo happy in that way. What was he doing? Did it make him a bad person to keep Brock around? He honestly didn't know. Confusion taunted him.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Brock's calm voice brought the younger man from his thoughts.

"Like yesterday." Brian answered in a heartbeat. "I knew right away we'd be close."

"You did?"

The Irishman grinned, "Of course."

Brock smiled in return, "Good to know." It was around four in the morning when they decided to head indoors. "It's late." Moo's thick voice infiltrated the humid night air and hung there for a while, breaking the peaceful silence between them. He had sleep in his eyes and his heart clearly imminent on his sleeve. He was tired to say the least, and Brian led him inside to the tiny blow up bed still in the middle of the living room. Tomorrow would be different, tomorrow he'd be sleeping in a bed, in his bedroom, and he didn't know if Brock would be with him tomorrow night.

There was something not right about the moment and Terroriser could sense it. He could always tell if the vibe was off, and he knew the older man was probably in his head. "Brock?" He spoke quietly.

"Hm?"

He hesitated before he finally got out what he wanted to say, or at least what he was trying to say. "You're my best friend, okay?" It was odd, hearing it said aloud. Both of them knew that, both of them knew of their friendship status, so why was Brian saying these things? Brock was curious if he was being completely honest with himself. But maybe it was just the night talking; that had to be it. It had to be the tiredness seeping through his pores. He was just talking just to be talking. But the older man listened nonetheless, hell, he would listen to every single word Brian had to say, hanging on to every single last syllable regardless of the message.

"Yeah, I know." He answered with a small chuckle. They crawled into bed together, Brock still confused as to what Brian was getting at, however they had been in and out of deep conversations all night, so this small sentence from him was no surprise. They got comfy in the bed, sharing the blankets and finding the right spot to lay in. The older man could barely keep his eyes open, he was so tired. He blinked them slowly, letting them droop as he continued to listen to his best friend's words.

Brian smiled, a small one, but it was noticeable. "Just whatever happens, I want you to the remember that, okay?" He inquired, looking at the older man through half lidded eyes. He wasn't trying to make excuses for his behavior, or avoid it... Deep down, he just wanted Brock to really know. He cared for him in the deepest way.

Brock laughed, the seriousness too much for him in this moment. "Jesus Brian, you're not dying, are you?" He let the chuckle slip through.

Brian scoffed, tears brimming his eyes as he tried his hardest to stifle a yawn that he'd been holding in for quite some time. "No," He got out through small bouts of soft laughter. "I'm not dying..." He trailed off. "I just want you to know that you're my best friend." He continued, turning over in the very small bed. He had to admit to himself, these few days in LA with Brock had been an amazing experience. He had grown closer to him, and despite all the lingering and overlapping feelings, he actually felt happy. He was grateful for this time with the older man.

"Okay." Brock nodded, finally not being able to keep his eyes open any longer. "I'm gonna go to sleep now." He managed to mumble out, a sigh escaping through his nose and he could practically feel Brian smiling beside him, he knew him that well. "Goodnight Bri." He yawned. They slept next to each other and Brock wanted to touch him; wanted to reach out and wrap his limbs around the Irishman's slender body and squeeze him tight. He wanted to breathe him in like his only source of oxygen. But, he knew he couldn't, and he knew he would probably never get to. So he went to sleep with the longing of those feelings in his heart, the gentle sounds of Brian's breath lulling him to sleep, and the rising and falling of his chest almost hypnotizing him.

The two didn't get to sleep long, because just as Brian had predicted, the moving company was knocking at the apartment door bright and early. He scrambled from the bed, jostling Brock in the process, but not waking him. Quickly, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to smooth down his bed hair before answering the door. They were here to drop off his furniture and the rest of his personal belongings, and it would be he and Moo's job to get everything situated around the apartment. The Irishman signed for his stuff, and waited patiently as the movers brought it inside. Couches, beds, tables and desks filled the tiny living room space, as well as boxes packed full of Brian's miscellaneous stuff.

They were almost finished when Brock began to stir from his slumber. "Morning." Brian greeted as the older man sat up in the bed.

He stretched his stiff muscles before turning to Brian, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Relax." Brian shrugged it off, "I haven't done anything yet, they're just bringing my stuff in." Once all the furniture was moved inside, that's when Brian and Brock got to work. They began putting all the movables in the correct rooms, and putting away the younger man's belongings. It was a challenge to get the bed and dressers and desks upstairs, but the two were able to do it. They stopped often, taking breaks for refreshments or just to catch their breath. But so far, the apartment was coming along nicely, and it was starting to feel more like a home since it was no longer empty. "No more sleeping on the air bed." Brian grinned as he collapsed on his mattress after it had been moved upstairs.

Brock laughed and collapsed too, laying beside him in what seemed to look like a bed for a giant compared to the tiny air mattress. They were almost done with the renovations, and the day was nearly coming to a close right before their eyes. "You have a lot of stuff." He commented.

"Not by choice." The Irishman replied. "This apartment is huge compared to my old one. I had to get some stuff to take up the empty space."

"True." Brock replied.

"I have an idea." The younger man stated, before rolling over and propping himself up on his elbow so he could look at Brock. The older man nodded, as if giving him the signal to continue. "How about we call it a night, and go to the store. I'll cook dinner and we can just relax for the rest of the evening." He suggested, knowing that they were too tired to go out and do stuff in the busy LA city. Dinner and staying home sounded very enticing.

"You can cook?" Brock questioned, a grin blessing his face.

"Uh, somewhat." Brian replied with a chortle.

"Alright." The older man agreed. "Dinner, and I've been dying to kick your ass at some fifa." He said as he sat up with a beam of pure lightheartedness stretched across his pretty face. He was thankful that he wasn't going back to Utah tonight, hell, the thought of him going home at all seemed to be all forgotten in their moment of spontaneous plans. They got dressed immediately, and headed to the nearest store, ready to begin the night's imminent adventure.