Note: Requested by @HoodiniiClown. I hope you enjoy this one-shot!

Pairing: Terrornuckel

Normally, Brian didn't get involved with drama. Or anything, really. If he saw something going down, he'd just downright ignore it.

As he walked down the hall, he saw a kid getting pushed around by the fuckboy of the school, Tyler. Brian would've ignored it, but something told him that he should help. He didn't know why, but he did. The kid looked absolutely terrified and looked as though he was about to have a panic attack and burst into tears. Something in Brian's head went off, and he stepped in.

"Hey fuckboy! Leave the kid alone, will ya?" He called out. Tyler stopped and turned to look at Brian.

"Aww, is the little Irish bitch sticking up for his boyfriend? How cute," he mused, stepping away from the kid and towards Brian.

"It's funny how talk talk about me having a boyfriend when everyone knows you've already got one." Tyler snorted at the comment.

"And uh, what made you think that, exactly?" He asked, taking another step towards Brian.

"Oh come on, everyone knows you've been fucking the one and only Mini Ladd." Tyler's previous grin fell as a more angry look took place.

"And who the fuck told you that?" He hissed, taking more steps forward.

"Oh, I didn't need to hear it from anyone. I heard you guys in the janitors closet one day. You're pretty fucking loud, you know."

"Alright, that's it-"

"Tyler!" A teacher called. Tyler growled and stopped in his tracks.

"You're lucky, you piece of shit." Brian smirked a little.

"Yeah, I know. Your point being?" Tyler held himself back from beating the living shit out of him and turning around to go talk to whatever teacher had stopped him. Brian's gaze went to the kid who Tyler was previously bullying.

The kid had wide eyes as his mouth hung open. Brian walked up to him and picked up his stuff. "You okay kid?" He asked, handing a binder to him. The kid blinked and looked down at the binder.

"O-oh, um, yeah. Thank you," he said, grabbing it and looking back up at Brian with a small smile on his face.

"No problem." Brian grabbed his own stuff and started walking down the hall to his class.

"W-wait! I never got your name," the kid called behind him. Brian turned around and sighed.

"It's Brian."

"M-mine's Brock." Brian nodded and turned back around to walk to his class.

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Brian normally sat alone at lunch. It was more calming for him, and he could actually think for once. That's why he sat outside; it was quiet enough. He had already finished his lunch and was leaning against the tree with his eyes closed.

That was, until it felt a bit colder than it was a second ago. Brian frowned and opened his eyes too see Brock standing over him. He smiled a little and waved. "Hi," he greeted. Brian sat up, and Brock sat down in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" Brian asked. He thought that Brock would go back to his normal schedule, whatever that was, and forget the whole thing. But here he was, sitting in front of Brian.

"I came to eat lunch with you." Brock said a little too enthusiastically.

"Well, I'm sorry to say this, but I already finished my lunch." Brock giggled at the comment.

"Well, then can I sit with you?"

"I mean, I guess, but don't you have other friends?" Brock frowned at that.

"Well, I mean, kinda, but I wanted to talk to you!" His smile returned right after.

"What do you mean, 'kinda'?"

"Well, I consider them my friends, but I don't know if they consider me their friend. It's a very complicated relationship."

"Okay then... Hey, quick question: Why was Tyler being a dick to you the other day?" Brock's smile faded and a blush grew on his face.

"W-well, uh, I think it's cause he saw my dance bag?" Brian lifted an eyebrow.

"Dance bag?"

Brock's blush grew as he nodded and pointed to one of his bags. "Yeah, I, uh, I take dance." Brian just looked at him before shrugging and leaning back against the tree. Brock let out a silent sigh of relief. "So uh, where are all your friends?" He asked.

"Don't got any." Brock frowned.

"What do you mean you don't have any? You have to be friends with someone." Brian just shook his head.

"Nope." Brock was silent for a moment.

"Then I'll be your friend!" Brian stopped and opened his eyes, looking at Brock who had a big smile on his face.

"What?"

"I said, I'll be your friend." Brian laughed.

"You don't wanna do that."

"Why not?"

"Cause you'll regret it soon after. Trust me on this."

"I highly doubt that. I'm gonna be your friend, no matter what you say." Brian rolled his eyes and sat up, ruffling Brock's hair.

"It's cute how determined you are, but I'm warning you, I'm a handful."

"I don't care! You need friends!" Brian finally sighed and raised his hands in defense.

"Alright, alright, you win. You can be my friend." Brock had the biggest smile on his face once Brian said that.

"Great! And since we're friends, I wanna show you something!" Brock pulled Brian up, getting a groan from the Irishman.

"Oh god, where are you taking me?" Brock rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit.

"Relax, I'm just going to my dance class. I almost forgot that we have practice today."

"Can't you go by yourself?" Brian asked.

"I could, but I wanna take you with me. It'll be fine, trust me! I won't take long, I promise." Brian sighed and let Brock drag him to the dance class.

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Brian had to admit, the dance was actually pretty good. He also hated to admit that Brock looked pretty good in the shorts that he was wearing. Brian mentally scolded himself for thinking that as Brock came up to him. "Well? What'd you think?"

"It was pretty good, I guess." Brock's smile widened as he gave Brian a hug. Brian froze at the contact. He didn't like hugs very much. Brock giggled as he let go, causing Brian to relax.

"Sorry, I'm all sweaty and stuff. But I'm glad you liked it! Imma go get changed real quick so we can talk some more." Brock quickly left the room, leaving Brian with his thoughts. He may not have liked being hugged, but he could probably teach Brock that. He could also maybe get Brock to calm down for once. He seemed easy to teach.

Maybe Brock wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

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Brian rolled his eyes as his phone began to ring. "Hey, Brocky. What's up?"

"Brian! I found out when the concert is! It's this weekend! Can you go?"

Brian rolled his eyes once more and chuckled. "Of course I can go. When am I ever not able to go?"

"True, true. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!"

"Bye." The call ended, and Brian put the date of the concert into his phone. He wasn't going to miss his best friend's concert for the life of him.

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"Hey, Brian!" Brock called as everyone was leaving. Brian stopped and turned around, and held his arms out as Brock ran up to him. Brian was engulfed in a hug as Brock nearly squeezed the life out of him. "Did you like it?" Brock asked excitedly as he pulled back.

'I loved it," Brian smiled, causing Brock's grin to grow.

Brian's smile suddenly faded as a blush began to grow on his face. "Brian, are you okay?" Brock asked, concerned for his friend.

"Uh, yeah. Can you stay here for a moment? I'm gonna go get something real quick." Brock nodded and waited patiently, but nervously.

Brian came back with his hands behind his back, the blush still present on his face. "Will you uh, please be my boyfriend?" He said quickly as he held out a bouquet of flowers. Brock blushed himself as he took them.

"Brian... Of course I will!" Brian blinked before smiling widely.

"Really?"

"Of course! Come here, you." Brock pulled Brian closer and kissed him. Brian's face was a crimson red after Brock pulled back. "You got a little something on your face," Brock giggled.

"Shut up," Brian mumbled. Brian cautiously took Brock's hand in his own, to which Brock grabbed happily.

"Come on, I gotta go backstage to help clean some stuff up." Brian nodded and followed Brock to the stage.