Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Bad Mistakes

hello everyone! if you're reading this, i really appreciate it and i hope you're enjoying this so far - i do realize there's not many porter fanfictions so i decided to write one :) there's a little story behind both of them that will be addressed in some of the upcoming chapters, including this one. please don't leave criticism in the comments, i don't like it that much lol, i'd rather you leave something nice/encouraging about the story :) thanks so much xx

I wished I would stop thinking abuot this guy.

All through my classes today, in between lectures and meals, I listened to his music through my headphones, nodding along with the catchy beats and lyrics. I had never heard anything like it before; it wasn't my typical genre of music, but I had actually really liked it. 

I went home to get ready for tonight, anxious to hear all the songs live and actually pay attention, instead of like last night. I wondered if Porter would even acknowledge me, he had other things on his mind, like the set he was playing and going home in the next couple of days. At most he would say a quick hello and be on his way. 

Why was I even thinking about this? I was going to see his set and have a little night out, not to have conversations with a music producer/DJ. I was simply going to let off a little steam and to relax from the busy week I was having. 

I got home and was making myself dinner (heating up Easy Mac in the oven, I was never a good cook) when my phone rang. I had been leaning against my counter, waiting for the microwave to beep, when I got the call.

"DALLAS" the screen read.

Shit shit shit shit shit. I closed my eyes, and picked up the phone. My mistake, really.

"Hello?" I said, my voice shaky.

"Hey baby," said the voice on the other line, husky and deep, slurring the words as they were said.

"Dallas," I said. "Hey."

I heard him chuckle on the other end. "I need you tonight. I need you, baby. How much you want tonight? I'll give it to you."

It was taking all my gut not to roll my eyes.

I swallowed, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know about tonight. I have plans."
His voice grew hard. "With some other guy? You fucking someone else for money?"

My heart was pounding in my ears. My voice sounded faint, like I was choking the words out. "No, no I'm not." I sighed, putting my head in my hands. "I'll meet you at 12. Your place?" My voice was barely audible through the phone.

"Yes, baby. Thats perfect." The satisfaction was evident in his voice, as he was pleased with tonight's plans. The line went dead and with shaking hands, I laid my phone on the counter.

I promise I'm not a prostitute. 

For the past few months, I've been running a little low on money, is all. I lost my job at publishing firm because I was always sleep deprived and came into work late, and I couldn't bother to find another one after that, so I just decided to find something easier. I didn't know what though, exactly.
One night this summer, I had went clubbing with a few of my friends. As usual, they left me by myself and went off to find guys, or dance in the large crowd of people. I wasn't really a fan of that honestly, I preferred being on the side, people watching or something. It was just my personality.

But that night, something was a little different in me. I didn't know if the bartender spiked my Coke, or if he slipped something in it, or I just had a sudden personality change, but in an impulsive move, I decided to go on the dancefloor.