Plane tickets were purchased, and Brian and Brock were readying to head back to Brian's apartment, back to LA. And Brock had to admit, he was pretty excited to be going back, since his last trip was sort of ruined and cut short by the oncoming events. It was sort of going to be a make up trip, and more time he got to spend with Brian. Once they got to California, preparations would be made for the rest of the guys to come visit as well. Brian had lived in his new apartment for almost two months now, and they had yet to even see it. He was pretty excited about having them come over. All in all, things were going quite well, and they were so glad they were. They would revel in the happiness while they had it, because deep down, Brian didn't know how long it was going to last. It was only a matter of time before... no, he couldn't think like that. Not when things were just starting to go smoothly.

"You got everything packed?" He had asked, watching as Moo shoved the last few items he needed into his suitcase. It was neatly organized, clothes rolled perfectly and toiletries packed away accordingly. He was always tidy.

The older man nodded, "Just about." He answered as he closed the bag. "I'm really excited, honestly." He was excited to just finally be with his boyfriend, no more worries.

"Me too." Terroriser replied. He had always loved LA, and he couldn't wait to spend even more time with Brock there. Having the other guys too, would only make things better than they already were. And Brian was excited to romance the hell out of Brock, take him on more dates, show him more of the city, et cetera... The younger man had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he was pumped to say the least. "Flight leaves pretty soon." He added, helping his boyfriend stuff the suitcases so they could be zipped up.

"I know," Brock answered. "I'm just trying to make sure I don't forget anything." He did a once over in a his head, a mental check list if you will, to make sure he has everything he would need.

Once he was all packed and ready to go, and Brian had his things gathered up as well, they interlaced their fingers together and headed out to the car. A 40 minute drive, and they finally arrived to the airport, excitement running through their veins. It wasn't long before their plane left, so they made their way to the departing flight gate, and boarded the aircraft. The Irishman took the window seat, only because Brock didn't like flying very much. And after that, they waited patiently for the ride to begin. Brian leaned his head on Brock's shoulder, rolling his eyes, "God I'm so bored already." He managed to drawl out, causing the older man to let out a laugh.

"Take a nap," Moo replied nonchalantly, placing a quick kiss on his boyfriend's forehead. It was nice and gentle.

"Good idea." Brian grinned. And the younger man did just that, linking his hands with Brock's as they rested on the armrest, and he drifted into a peaceful sleep while the plane readied for take off. The flight was a short one, which was good. Brock hated being cramped on a plane for too long, so in that moment, he was grateful that Utah wasn't very far from California. In the meantime, he listened to music, played around on his phone to occupy the time, all while Brian breathed easily and slept on his shoulder. Brock never thought he could love like this, love someone this much, but he was wrong. He didn't even like to think of how much he loved Brian, because it honestly scared him, and he hoped Brian felt the same way about him. It was so many emotions wrapped up into so many intense feelings. He didn't mind it.

It wasn't long before the pilot came over the intercom and announced the plane would be landing soon. Moo merely reached over and shook Brian lightly so the man would wake up. "Bri?" He shook him once more. "Wake up, plane's gonna land. We're almost there." He continued, until finally, the Irishman's blue eyes fluttered open, and he stifled a yawn as he sat up in his seat. LA was bright, blue, and sunny like always, and it damn sure felt good to be back as they got off the flight, luggage in tow, as they maneuvered through the crowded airport hand and hand. It felt good to be public with their relationship, it felt good to just be together, and Brock had to admit, he could definitely get used to this. They didn't mind the looks they got from other people, they just enjoyed the fact that they had each other.

They managed to get a cab, and climbed into the back seat together, hands never becoming unlinked. As anticipated, the cab ride was a long one, due to the traffic, but the couple was able to keep themselves easily occupied as they jumped back and forth in simple, easy conversation. The two talked of plans they had made for each other, things they wanted to do. And they were so thankful the weather was nice, the sun sparkled through the cab window and Moo's eyes wandered over the glittering city.

Brock wouldn't admit it out loud, but hurt lingered in the back of his chest, at the bottom of his ribcage as the familiar LA surroundings came into view. They brought back painful memories from the last time he was here, the last time he saw her. He tried not to let it get to him, tried to focus on Brian, because now, they were here together, they were here to make memories with each other, and he was going to be happy and not worry about a thing. At least, that's what he kept telling himself; it was like a mantra in his head over and over again.

When the cab finally arrived to Brian's apartment, the two men shuffled out of the car and headed to the Terroriser's building. "Home sweet home!" He exclaimed, smiling broadly, so happy they had made it to their dwelling.

"Feels weird being back," Brock commented, trying to make conversation as the younger man fumbled with the key in the door. It was right here, on this very step, where Brock got his heart broken, and it was a bit bittersweet if he were being honest with himself. He had to try to fight the deja vu, but nevertheless, things were so different now, and that was such a good thing. He and Brian had an amazing thing going for themselves, and the heartbreak, or the ex girlfriend never had to be brought up again. It was all taken care of, or at least, that's what Brock was hoping for.

"Yeah," The Irishman agreed, but when he opened the door to his apartment, it didn't feel weird at all. This was home, and even to Brock, this was home. The apartment was the exact same as it was two and a half months ago when Brian first moved in and he and Brock had moved the furniture to their liking. This is where they cooked dinner for each other, where they stayed awake into the early morning hours trying to beat each other at video games, where they fell deeper and deeper in love with each other and didn't even know it. It was a dysfunctional type of nostalgia, and Brock could feel a warming feeling coming into his chest, making butterflies swarm in his stomach. God he was so in love sometimes he wondered how these feelings could be so strong.

They sat their luggage down by the front door, shutting it behind them, and that's when Moo pulled Brian in for a quick kiss, lips brushing gently. He didn't know why or what for, but it felt needed, necessary, for him to show some kind of physical affection towards the younger man. The Irishman kissed him back, wrapping his lengthy arms around his boyfriend, savoring the moment. This feeling he was feeling, Brock had never kissed him like that. It was a mixture of different emotions, but it felt beneficent, and right, and raw. When they separated from one another, the older man was blushing. "Sorry," He apologized, a small smile gracing him. He wasn't sure what had taken over him, but he liked it.

Brian chuckled, squeezing him, "Don't apologize Brocky." They kissed once more before finally separating and settling into the apartment.

Evan would be the first to arrive out of their friends, since he lived the closet to them, but he still wasn't coming for another few hours. Brian and Brock had some much needed time to themselves, and if they were being honest with themselves, they were pretty worn out from the flight. So, after a much needed snack, they napped together on the tiny couch, their bodies wrapped around each other so acutely, it was almost a miracle how they fit there on the couches with one another. And this, Brock knew, was something he could get really used to. His whole life with Brian, he could get used to, and Brian felt the exact same way. They were in too deep with each other now, the love too strong. Sometimes, he wondered how it was possible to love someone so much.

The pair slept contently in each other's arms, reveling in the pure bliss that was just them together, alone. A few hours later, Brock was woken up by a sharp knock on the door. His dark eyes fluttered open, and he carefully untangled himself from Brian's arms, before going to answer it. It was nearing the evening time in LA, so it had to be Evan. When Moo opened the door, his assumptions were correct, and it indeed was Vanoss, along with their other mutual friend Wildcat. "Hey, I picked up Tyler." He grinned, before allowing himself to come inside. "And I talked to everyone else already, they are on their way." He continued, shutting the door behind himself and Tyler. It was sure to be a night of shenanigans with all of them there.

Brock stifled a yawn, "Awesome..." He trailed off, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, trying to wake himself up for the sake of his friends. They had plans tonight and were going to go out when the rest of the guys got in from their flights. Dinner was a must. Brock didn't know what else they were going to do tonight, but he didn't care, he was going to be with his friends and boyfriend, and he was going to be happy. It was sure to be a good time.

"Where's Brian?" Evan inquired, and Brock merely gestured to the couch where the Irishman was still very much, fast asleep, snoring loudly.

It was quiet for a few seconds, before Wildcat spoke up. "Oh fuck yes!" He exclaimed, carefully maneuvering his way to Brian. "Let's draw dicks on his face!" He got out through laughter, and Brock laughed along with him. Typical Tyler, but hell, that was to be expected of the tall man. He was childish in his nature.

"Jesus christ Tyler, what are you, twelve?" Vanoss questioned, rolling his eyes.

"Yes." The tall man replied seriously, "Now, gimme a sharpie."