The flight was turbulent, Brock noticed. But he tried not to pay any attention to it. He kept his attention, or what little he had left, focused on the fact that he would be arriving in LA soon, the fact that he would be able to see Brian soon. His heart could barely contain his excitement. And he missed Terroriser dearly. He was more than ready to catch up on the things he had missed with his boyfriend while they were apart. No doubt that their time together would be so much fun. Hell, Moo could barely focus by the time the plane was getting ready to touch down; his brain was stuck on Brian, and he didn't know how much longer he could take being away from him.
Because of the delayed flight, it was mid morning when the plane finally touched down in California. Sunny skies and fair weather welcomed the older man with wide open arms. Of course, he was a bit agitated at the fact that the flight was a bit late, but he was finally there, and that was all that mattered. So he grabbed his carry on luggage, and made his way off the plane, and into the busy streets of the city. He and Brian had agreed on not meeting at the airport this time, since Brock sort of knew his way around LA now. He could easily navigate his surrounding areas with the help of a cab driver. And Brock wanted to surprise Brian, so he didn't text the younger man beforehand, to let him know that he had arrived in the city.
The streets and sidewalks were crowded as Moo attempted to get the attention of a cab and a driver. The hustle and bustle of the city was something that the gamer absolutely did not miss. When he finally did manage to get a taxi's attention, he threw his luggage in the trunk and gave Brian's address. Despite all the people, despite all the traffic, he was finally on his way to see his boyfriend. Excitement bubbled up inside of him, he couldn't wait to see Terroriser, couldn't wait to hold him, hell, he couldn't wait to kiss his dumb face.
The cab ride was slow due to detours and traffic, but lucky for Brock, Vanoss called his phone to keep him company, or to annoy him rather. "You here yet?" The asian man asked, gaining a smile from the older man.
"Just got into town, on my way to Brian's now." Brock answered, glancing out the windows of the car to see if he recognized where he was from his trip before. They were getting closer, but still had little ways to go. "He doesn't know I'm here yet." He added, switching the phone to his other ear, waiting and listening for Evan's reply.
"How are you guys doing, anyway?" He inquired, honestly curious from the information that he knew. Of course, Evan and Brock spoke often, but Evan didn't like to pry into Brock's business. He only liked to ask for what the man was willing to share, and he hadn't asked about Brian since Brock had arrived home from his first visit to LA. But Evan was playing a waiting game; he knew it was only a matter of time before everything that the couple had built up, came tumbling down and crushing Moo. Internally, he did still feel a bit guilty for not telling Brock, his friend, this heartbreaking news. And Tom still asked about them too, because after all, he was worried about Brock as well. It was only a matter of time before the inevitable truth came out.
Brock sighed, knowing that Evan was just looking out for him, "We're good." He nodded, as if trying to reassure himself, rather than his friend over the phone. They were good, but the older man would be lying to himself if he said there wasn't anything wrong with their relationship. "I really don't like the distance, and Brian is busy a lot, but I'm just happy we're together." He explained. Busy, he was always busy, always had other things to do, and Brock suffered in silence. He recalled all the times Brian had to leave a gaming session, or hang up a skype call to do something else. It wasn't like him to just blow Brock off, he had been acting out of character recently, and the older man noticed it right away. But he always would. He could read Brian like the palm of his own hand. "I think this visit will really help." He added, as if a last minute after thought.
"Busy?" Evan asked, knowing just what Moo was talking about. Sure, Terroriser was an occupied guy, but Evan knew he was probably even more occupied due to the fact he had a boyfriend and a girlfriend. But, he never said anything... He wanted his friend to find out on his own.
"Yeah." Brock confirmed. "He's got a lot of projects and other stuff going on right now." He was making excuses for him and Evan fucking knew it. The Irishman wasn't man enough to tell his boyfriend that he had a girlfriend, and that thought made Vanoss angry. If he really had feelings and love for Brock, then why the hell was he doing this to him? But then again, if Evan really liked Brock too, wouldn't he tell his friend about his significant other's infidelities? They were both at fault. And of course, the rest of the guys knew of Brian and Brock's relationship, but they didn't know Brian was romantically involved with someone else at the same time. Evan was sure if they did know, they would feel the exact same way he was feeling right about now.
"Oh." Was all the asian could muster. "Well if you have some free time while you're here, we should hang out again."
The cab was slowing down, and Brock looked out the window, realizing that they were coming up on Brian's apartment complex. He was finally here, and he could feel his heartbeat picking up with fever. "Yeah, I'd love to hang out." He answered Evan's question, realizing he was still on the phone with the younger man. "I'm finally here, so I gotta let you go. I'll call you later, okay? Let you know how everything goes or something." He was rambling because he knew he just wanted to get off the phone. But Evan agreed, and the two hung up their phones. Brock paid the cab driver his fee, and grabbed his luggage, heading to the front door of Brian's apartment. This was it.
His heart hammered in his chest, and he felt like he was going to puke, but it was a good feeling. One that he would embrace with Brian time and time again. He felt as if his feet wouldn't carry him fast enough to his boyfriend's door, but he finally got there, the LA sun beating down on his back on this beautiful day. Slowly, he brought his hand up to knock on the door, and he did so, loudly, while his heartbeat mimicked the sounds. He shifted his weight back and forth, from his right foot, to his left foot, while waiting for Terroriser to answer the door. But Brian didn't answer the door, it was a girl. Did Brock have the right apartment number? Had his memory deceived him? Was he at the right place? He sat his luggage down, feeling as though he was about to faint. His stomach was in knots because he had no idea what was happening.
"Can I help you?" Her voice was melodic.
Moo didn't know what to say at first, he was at a loss... Until finally, he was able to speak. "Is Brian around?" He inquired, his voice hesitant, hoping it would come out strong, but it cheated him, and he sounded unsure, afraid of what this confrontation was; of what it might mean. Who was she? A million questions floated angrily in his mind, anxiety pooling around in his belly, heart beating wildly, going a mile a minute as he was face to face with this stranger, who might not really be all that much of a stranger anyways.
She shifted her weight, "He left for the gym awhile ago, he said he'd be..." But Brock tuned out, ears hot, face flushed as he studied this girl. She was tall, lean, and had long, honey brown hair, almond eyes, and lips that curled ever so slightly into a prominent cheshire grin. She was pretty, no, she was more than pretty, and Brock felt like he was going to vomit, maybe he should have, maybe that would make him feel better. "Oh!" She exclaimed, bringing the older man back out of his consuming thoughts. "You must be Brock!" Her eyes were lit up, she looked happy, and Brock tried to smile at her, but he couldn't. She knew who he was? "Brian talks about you all the time. Do you want to come in?" A question that was so simple, brought tears to the older man's eyes, but he wasn't going to cry, not in front of this stranger, not in front of Brian's girlfriend.
He shook his head, feeling the color drain from his face, "No that's okay..." He mustered. "I'll just go."
"Do you want me to tell Brian you stopped by?" She inquired. "He should be back soon, you could stay."
Brock only shook his head, as he picked up his luggage and turned around to leave. "I'll just call him later, really, you've done enough." She was in the same bed that they shared together, she got to kiss his lips, be with him, while Brock was stuck in Utah. She got to have the relationship that Brock always wanted, the relationship that he craved but could never have. And all he wanted to know was why? Why was Brian doing this?
He wanted to be mad at her, but she had no idea either. Terroriser was duping them both, and Brock had no idea, she had no idea. What the hell was wrong with Brian? Why didn't he tell Brock he had a girlfriend? The older man was lost in his head as he walked out of Brian's apartment complex and down the busy street. He didn't care if he had a cab or not, all he cared about was getting the hell out of there. Brian was his best friend... How long had he and that girl been dating? Why was he keeping her a secret? Why didn't he tell Brock, his best friend? Best friends told each other everything! Why? That was the question that overpowered them all, and he was hurt like no other. He knew that Brian did him dirty.
And finally, Brock was overwhelmed with everything, his chest felt as if though it was caving in on itself, and finally, he cried like he had never cried before. He was able to find a secluded place where nobody would bother him, where nobody would see him, and he let the sobs overcome his body. Hiccups shook him, and crybaby tears ran hot and fast down his red and raw cheeks. His core was breaking, chest throbbing. He was a fool to let himself get in this deep. Kissing him had been a mistake. No wonder why Brian was always so busy, no wonder why he never had time for anything. Brock shook his head as his phone buzzed feverishly in his pocket. He already had too many texts from Brian, but he didn't look at them, he just turned off his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He didn't want to see the Irishman, didn't want to talk to him. The only thing that Brock did want, was to get the hell out of LA and back home where he belonged.
This was too much for him to deal with.