Best of friends

Who am I

There's a question I ask myself daily.
Hi there, I am Robyn Jensen, I am 24, and I live in Las Vegas for now. I have my own place, not far from the strip. I am the youngest of 5 children. I am the only girl. My brothers were always very protective of me, growing up. My brothers names are Ross, he's the eldest, Joseph, Chandler, and Michael. Michael's a year older than me, so we are closer to each other. My parents are happily married. They are called Frankie and Elsie.
I have a good circle of friends. Some are still with me from school, other's college, or just a random chat in the ladies' room on a night out, that became a friendship. My oldest and bestest friend is Brendon Urie. Yea, I know, that asshole. We met in middle school. So I knew him when he was still a virgin.
The thing with Brendon, unless you know him really well, the facade he shows others, people think that's the real him. With the jokes and loudness. Some is the ADHD, and sometimes, it's him trying to deflect from a serious or emotional moment. Aside from his family, there's only a handful of people who know the real Brendon. Me being one of them.
I never thought that we would still be friends 13 years later. Especially with Panic! At The Disco , it is hugely popular now. But he always makes time to at least text once a day. He's dating, too. A lady called Sarah. She's nice enough. Brendons head over heels for her. All I want is for him to be happy. And if Sarah is his happiness, then I am glad for him.
I work as a photographer. I have my own studio. I take photos of people mainly. Portrait photos, but I do go out and about and take photos of Vegas and the Nevada desert. Oh, I also did a photo session for Panic! Brendon put me forward to do the photography for their last album. Too weird to live, too rare to die.
I would love to do that side of things full time, but incomes are not guaranteed.
My dream is to have my own studio in LA, and I get commissioned to do model shoots, album covers, pop stars, anything creative, and arty. That's where my passion really is. Portraits pay the bills, though. Brendons in LA now. He moved there a while ago now. I miss him just coming to hang out with the rest of us.
Spencer and I are also really good friends. I do speak with Ryan sometimes, too. Just not as often.
I am 5 foot 5. I have long ginger hair and blue eyes. I have a curvy figure and thick thighs. I love most genres of music, Friends the TV series and comedy films. I have had both boy and girlfriends. I would say I sway more to boys than girls.
Brendon taught me how to make out. He's a good kisser. Well, he was when we were 13 anyway.
At the moment, I am not really seeing anyone. I have a fuck buddy and I see him a couple of times a week. His name is Sullivan. He works as security in one of the casinos, on the strip.
So that's pretty much me in a nutshell. If I think of anything else I will come back here or I might randomly put it in here somewhere.

I was coming through the door as my phone rang out Girls/Girls/Boys; I know, right? I had to. I put my camera and equipment down and dug my phone out of my pocket. It was Brendon.
"Hi Bren." I said, immediately smiling into the phone.
"Hi Rob, how are you?" Brendon asked.
"Tired. I literally just got through the door." I laughed, falling onto the couch.
"Did you just fall onto your couch?"
"Aha, why?" I grinned, knowing exactly what he was going to say.
"Shame, I need a dog pile!" He yelled. I laughed.
"Too bad! You are in LA haha!"
"Am I?" He teased.
"Yes?" I answered, unsure now.
"Course I am! I love messing with you Ro."
"Dammit Bren!" I said. "Wait until I see you next time." I laughed.
"Oh yea?" His voice had a flirty edge to it. My eyebrows raised in surprise at the tone, even though he couldn't see me.
"Yea," I said softly. The line was quiet for a few seconds. Brendon stuttered and started to say something but changed his mind.
"Bren, are you ok?" I asked.
"Me? I am goooooodddd!" He's not ok at all. I know the facade answer when I hear it and Brendon knows I do. I didn't push it for now.
"What are you calling for?" I asked him, sitting up.
"I am flying to Vegas tomorrow night. I am seeing the folks, but I want to talk to you about something too." Brendon explained.
I leant forward now. I was worried.
"I know that you are leaning forward, worried." Brendon chuckled. "It's nothing bad Rob. You know me better than anyone. I will explain when I see you. It will most probably be Saturday afternoon. I will text you." I sighed.
"Ok Bren." I said.
"I love you Rob."
"I love you Bren." And we hung up. I got up and went to make some dinner.

"It's all very mysterious, Vic." I said to my other best friend Victorious. Everyone called her Vic though. Vic was multi racial. Her eyes were big and brown and she could melt any man's heart with them, if she so wished. We met the same day, Brendon and I did.
"He's engaged, to that Sarah. Mark my words." Vic said sipping her beer out of the bottle.
"So what if he is?" I shrugged. " I will be happy for them." Vic looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she took another swig of beer.
"Sure you will." Maya my other friend said. Maya had short blonde hair and blue eyes. I met Maya at college.
"I will!"
"I don't know why you have never made a move, Rob." Vic said.
"Brendon doesn't feel that way towards me." I replied.
"How do you know that?" Vic asked, walking to the fridge and getting another beer.
"He's never made a move on me. So I take that to mean that I am just a friend and nothing more."
Vic and Maya glanced at each other.
"Rob,"Maya started," have you ever thought that he thought the same about you?"
"Nah," I shook my head and drank the rest of my beer. I said , to my friends and headed home.
"Get home safe!" Maya called out as I got to my front steps. I lived next door to Maya.