Best of friends

Changes ahead

A month after I was discharged from the hospital, I was selling my house. I had gone to LA for a weekend to see Brendon. As we were driving through LA, I saw something that attracted my attention. It was an empty space in the Arts District. It looked ideal for my dream studio. I asked Brendon to slow down so I could get the realtors' details. I was going to make enquiries. I wanted to own the space, not rent it. I had the means to do that from what I was paid on tour plus from the jobs I had done around Vegas.
The realtor was called Betty Hunt. I spoke to her when we got back to Brendons. She told me that the space had been empty for a long time. The owner was willing to sell it at the asking price. I offered a little bit under, and it was accepted. I was so excited. I would have to sell my house in Las Vegas and buy a house in LA. When I went to check the place for myself, I found that there was an apartment above the space. So it was like buy 1 get 1 free.
The house was put on the market, and I started work on my new apartment. I redecorated right through. I had massive windows, so I took advantage of them, allowing as much light as possible. When I had the apartment done, I concentrated on the downstairs space.
I wanted some of my work blown up and put on the walls. Brendon helped me, too. He helped me to choose which pieces to have enlarged.
Once the decisions were made, everything started to come together. Brendon and Is relationship was going from strength to strength as well. Brendon told me that it was Sarah who had fed all that crap to him about Sullivan. I was mad, yes, but I believe in Karma. What goes around comes around.
My house in Las Vegas sold. I was sad to leave Vic and Maya, but it's only an hour on a plane.

As I moved the last of my boxes into my new apartment, I was happy. I had this beautiful space, and my dream was happening right under my feet.
I picked a box up labelled 'Kitchen' and walked into there. My front door was propped open as it was easier right now. Brendon and Spencer were bringing my furniture here from Las Vegas. Yes, I could've bought brand new, but some of the furniture was my grandmother's. It was beautiful and solid. This included my bed.
"Hellooooo?" I heard. I came back through from the kitchen.
"Hi, can I help you?" I asked the man standing in my hallway.
"Hi, my name is Tom Freeman. I am a neighbour. I live next door."
"Hi, I am Robyn Jensen." I said, shaking his hand.
"So where are you from?" He asked.
"Vegas."
"Ohh, what brings you to LA then?" Tom asked, leaning against the wall.
"Well, I saw the space available, and I bought it. I have turned downstairs into my own art studio. I am a photographer." I explained.
"Nice." Tom stood staring
Looking me up and down. It made me feel uncomfortable. "Do you have an Instagram account?"
"Sure." And I gave my business page out. As we chatted, I heard a voice singing up the stairs.
"Robynnnn, your boyfriend has arrived." I laughed and squeezed past Tom to see a handsome man climbing the stairs with a chair.
As he got to the top, he put the chair down and kissed me. He dipped and kissed. Tom stood there observing the scene.
"Oh! Tom, sorry. This is my boyfriend, Brendon, and our friend Spencer. Guys, this is my new neighbour, Tom." They all shook hands, and Tom made his excuses and left.
I went downstairs to help move my things in.

"Finally!" Spencer said, slumping into a couch. We were all exhausted after many trips up and down the stairs.
"Pizza and beer guys?" I offered. They both nodded. I went to the store and bought us all some beer
Then we ordered pizza. We were all starving.
"To my new place." I toasted, and we clinked our bottles together.
There was a knock, and I got up to answer, accepting the pizza. We all dug in. There was silence apart from us eating.
After food, we unpacked, and Brendon and Spencer put my bed back together.i made it and declared that was enough for today. As long as my bed was sorted out, everything else could wait. Brendon wanted to stay the night with me but it wouldn't be fair on Spencer. So he headed home. Besides I wanted to spend my first night in my new home, alone.
I locked the door and ran myself a bath. I relaxed and unwinded after a busy and stressful day.
I got into my pjs and got into bed. I checked my notifications, and I saw that Tom was following my business page on Instagram. He liked every single post and photo on there. I frowned a little as I thought it was pretty odd that he did that. I scrolled through, and then I messaged Brendon goodnight. He said some things that I could not say here, but it ended up with us having phone sex. Better than nothing, I guess.