Author's Note: Wow, it's 2020 and this story is like five years old... But I love it so much that I want to rewrite it and make it better/longer. I will be taking suggestions for things you guys might want me to add, just PM me or send me an ask on tumblr. Anyway, I should be going into labor within the next week or so and I will be taking time off from work for maternity leave. I hope to update and write as much as I can, but please understand that I will be busy. Thanks for reading, and let's go on this journey of angst and heartbreak once more. (:

Terroriser couldn't sleep. He was too excited, too wound up, too ready to get the hell out of this tiny apartment he'd been living in for god knows how long. There was no space, nowhere for his things, and he needed to get the hell away from his parents before they drove him mad. He was mostly packed already, aside from his gaming set up at the desk, everything else was already stashed away in boxes, suitcases, and other miscellaneous bags. The plane tickets were kept in a safe place, they were practically burning a hole in the Irishman's desk, the date on them coming closer and closer with each moment that passed. Time seemed to be moving in slow motion, and he was antsy to leave. His flight was scheduled in three days, and Brian was so excited to be finally moving, despite all the packing, the expense, and all the hassle, it was well worth it. More than well worth it if he were being honest with himself.

Brian was an opportunist, and LA called his name, of all the times he had visited there, he knew he belonged. His youtube career could flourish, he'd be open to all kinds of other ample career benefits, and he'd be much closer to a lot of his friends whom he played games with. And none of them knew Brian was moving just yet; he had kept it a secret for a very long time, and he was planning on telling them tomorrow. It was sure to be one hell of a surprise. Of course, they all didn't live in LA, but flying to LA would be a lot easier than flying to Ireland. It was just another city, not another country... And his friends were in LA all the time anyway, for gaming conventions, and other youtube related things. It would be much easier for everyone, Brian knew deep down he would be happier there. He could make his dreams come true.

It was already late, and the Irishman knew he needed to rest soon. He had a lot of last minute things to finish up tomorrow, before he was all ready for the move, so with those final thoughts in his head, he rolled over in his tiny bed, and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would overtake his body any minute now. But his thoughts proved otherwise. He couldn't help but to think of the conversation he'd had with his parents, informing them of his leaving.

"Going to america? Are you crazy?"

"I know what's best for me dad, not you."

"Right, of course you do."

He remembered the eye roll from his father, the scared look in his mother's eyes from him being on his own. They weren't happy to say the least. Of course, they'd always tried to be supportive of Brian, but they were old fashioned. They didn't understand his love of youtube, gaming, and other things, especially not his dad. And his mom always followed in his footsteps; Brian was sure it had always been that way and it always would be... But still, they were his parents after all and he loved them nonetheless. With another sigh, he tried to clear his head again. He needed to go to bed.

Morning came quickly, sunlight shining through the frothy curtains of the small apartment, and Brian found that he had overslept. Figures, since he didn't go to bed when he was supposed to. Curse his damned racing mind; he made a mental note to definitely get some melatonin for sleep aid. Checking his iphone, he saw had a few missed texts and calls from the guys, letting him know that he was already late for today's recording session. He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and quickly rose, getting a slight head rush in the process. "Fuck..." He muttered, stumbling around and looking for a shirt to throw on. His apartment was messy, and he wasn't sure if the shirt he did throw on was dirty or clean. Oh well.

Once he was decent, he made his way to the desk, turning his computer and everything else needed on. If he remembered correctly, the guys had said something about playing garry's mod today. He had hoped it was prop hunt, they always got great footage when they played that particular game together. "Well, well, well, look who decided to finally fucking join us," Nogla's voice immediately reached Brian as he sat down and put on his headset, joining the skype call with the majority of the guys in it. "Good afternoon sleeping beauty." He joked with a chuckle afterwards.

Brian sighed, it was way too early to be dealing with Daithi's shit. But the Irishman just laughed in return as well, "Fuck off, I overslept."

"Excuses excuses." Evan added in between mashing buttons on his keyboard.

"What are we playing?" Brian inquired as he started up his game. His computer booted right up and he was ready to dive in to playing whatever game his idiot friends were engaged in. "Something good?" He adjusted his headset so that it was comfortable on his ears.

"Prop hunt." Moo answered. They had already been playing for about an hour now, so Brian was able to join the game already in process.

He decided he wouldn't give them the good news right away, they'd play for a while, and then he would finally tell them. He wished he was able to see the look on their faces when he revealed the big surprise. Previously, it was Mini Ladd who had managed to talk Brian into finally moving. He'd explained the whole process of getting a visa and all of the other stuff he had to take care of. It's not like he wasn't giving it a good amount of thought already, it's just that Mini was the icing on the cake. And he finally took the plunge and went for it, finding another apartment, this one slightly bigger than the one he already lived in, and set a moving date. That was about a month ago, and the date was already here, already so close. It was about damned time - the Terroriser was going to Los Angeles.

After playing for a little while, Marcel picked up on it, "You're being really quiet, Brian."

"Am I?" Brian inquired, not really taking any notice. Maybe his mind was a bit preoccupied though with the whole ordeal; he sure couldn't tell. However, this was as probably a good time if any to tell his friends about moving. He was bubbling with excitement, anticipating their reactions. He knew they would be happy for him.

"Is something wrong?" Brock asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

"No, no, nothing's wrong." He quickly reassured. "I've actually got a bit of good news to tell you all." He said, not wanting to keep prolonging it, it was better to get it out and into the open. So all the guys egged him on, wanting to know just exactly what his good news was. Of course some obnoxious jokes were made before Brian could actually tell them, but eventually, he was able to spit it out. "It's finally official, I'm coming to america, for good." He let the sentence exit his lips in a bout of joy, and he felt a smile forming soon after. It felt great to get it off his chest, after all, keeping it a secret had been hell.

It was silent for a moment, the guys continuing their game of prop hunt, in which Brian was doing pretty terrible at, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. But Delirious was the first to break the quiet. "Really?" It was all he could get out.

"Yes." The Irishman confirmed.

"Well, it's honestly about damn time." Evan commented with a slight laugh.

"When?" Nogla asked.

"In a few days!" Brian answered excitedly. "I kept it a secret because I wanted to surprise you guys." Instead of being an ocean away, he would only be a few hours away, and that mere thought alone made him so fucking excited he honestly didn't know what to do. In just a few short days, he would be at his new apartment in LA, unpacking and getting all settled in. He had more space, he would be in LA, he was ready to live it up! And a party was definitely a must have; he wanted all his friends to be able to check out his new place as soon as he got everything unpacked and what not. Of course, there was a small part of him that was sure he would miss Ireland and his mother and his father, but he could always go home if he was feeling particularly homesick. But, he was sure that feeling like that wouldn't be a problem. He was ready to be out on his own.

"Dude that's awesome," Marcel added.

"Yeah," Moo said. "Really awesome." He couldn't hide the smile in his voice about his best friend only being hours away. They continued discussing the other details and miscellaneous important things as they continued their game of gmod, Brian dying more than he needed to, but he didn't care. Footage was still footage... He was way too happy to let the guys' jokes and insults get to him today anyway; it was as though nothing could bring him down.

They played for a few more hours, getting enough footage for each of them to make a video, before deciding to call it a day. One by one, each of them got off skype and exited the game. Brian had some more planning to do if he was being honest with himself, but as soon as he was off skype, his phone began to ring. Brock was calling him. He answered it with a small smile before speaking, "I had a feeling you'd be calling me Moo Moo." He said. Their phone calls had been somewhat of a little routine between them lately, even if it was just to chat for a few minutes.

"Oh really?" Brock inquired with a small laugh. "So you're psychic now too?" Again, he was grinning as he spoke.

"Yes, that was the other good news." Brian chuckled. "What's up?" He asked, getting up from the desk. He and Brock's relationship was a very strange thing, but it seemed to work for them. They were closer than most, that was for sure, and the two kind of clung to each other. Vanoss had Delirious, Mini had Wildcat, and Nogla had Lui, so by default, they were sort of stuck together. Not that it was a bad thing, Brock adored Brian, and he was almost certain that the younger man felt the same way, but to make a long story short, they were best friends. And over time they had grown closer and closer to each other. There was a connection that just wasn't there with their other friends. They talked more frequently, visited each other more frequently, played together more frequently. Honestly, the two were each other's rock, and both of them were thankful for that. It was nice to have some sort of support system.

Brock sighed, "Well, since you're moving I was going to ask you if you needed help with anything." After all, he wanted to help his best friend to make this move as easy and smooth as possible. "Offer my amazing muscles and upper body strength, you know? You've been looking kind of scrawny these days on instagram." He joked with a small chuckle.

"Nice to know you've been checking up on my social media... And I've been busy! I don't have time to go to the gym right now." He exclaimed with some laughter as well.

Brock sighed, "I love giving you a hard time... But seriously, do you need anything?" He asked again.

"You're too nice." Terroriser replied in a heartbeat. "But I think I've got everything locked down." He only had a few minor errands to take care of.

"You're inviting me to your new place first, right?"

"Of course." The younger man laughed. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Brock smiled as he clutched the phone to his ear, talking to Brian always made him feel warm, safe... He wasn't really sure how to explain it. All he knew was that he definitely felt something there. "At least you'll be closer, that's so awesome..." He trailed off. He was already thinking of all their visits and trips. Albeit, Utah was a little ways away from LA, but Moo didn't care. He and Brian would literally be a state away from each other, and that was close enough for him. It was so much better than him being in a different country, all the way across the ocean; the excitement was real. "I can't wait." He managed to get out once more. Hell, just thinking of all the things they'd be able to do together, how often they'd be able to hang out made Brock's heartbeat falter if only slightly. And there was that warmth again.

Brian grinned, "It really is going to be great."

"Yeah."

They talked for a few more minutes until Terroriser realized how late it was in the day already. There were a couple places he needed to go before they closed. "I hate to cut you short Brocky, but there's some other things I've got to take care of." He was already grabbing his jacket and shoes. "I'll talk to you later, yeah? We can play something, I don't know." That would give him something to look forward to.

"Yeah, okay." The older man nodded, "I'll call you later." He said before bidding the younger man farewell and hanging up the phone. A sigh escaped his lips, and he knew he was in very big trouble. He was head over heels in love with Brian, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. This visit would surely be the death of him.

Author's Note: To be continued...?