Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Decisions

hope you're having an awesome week :) i'm terribly sick with a cold so its not going so great for me, but oh wells xx

The week passed by slowly. Probably because I was waiting in anticipation for the end of the week. I wanted to see Porter, wanted to hear him play music, talk to him, and to get another hug like I did a few days ago.

My days were spent at college, boring classes shrugging by seeming to have no end. A couple nights I spent at Dallas's, the same routine every time. Walk over around 12, have sex, wake up in the morning and come home with $400 dollars in hand. Me and Tess had talked a few times, but we hadn't seen each other in person since the lunch at Taim. She texted me late Thursday night asking if I wanted to go shopping with her, most likely to get an outfit for tomorrow, and I agreed to meet her at 1 at Bloomingdale's. I wasn't a big shopper, and I probably wouldn't get anything for tonight and end up settling on something in my closet that I usually wore out places. 

That afternoon, I pulled on skinny jeans and an oversized sweater, then pulled on my Vans and grabbed my bag and phone. I was walking down the street when my phone rang, and I fished it out of my pocket, fumbling to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Porter." His voice was friendly and deep.

I stopped in my tracks, my heart warming, and my face lighting up. Who gave him my number? I don't remember ever giving it to him.

"Hey," I said, smiling. "How'd you get my number?"

He chuckled on the other end. "I asked Tess. She has Anton's number."

"Oh," I said, mentally facepalming myself. Offff course she would have already moved on that fast with him.

"Anyways, I called to tell you where the club is. It's called Output, and it's over in Brooklyn on Wythe Avenue. I didn't want to get you confused."
I smiled. "Thanks, I think I know where it is. I'll tell Tess."
"Cool." He paused, clearing his throat. "I'll see you tonight?"
"Definitely." I said. We hung up, and I stared down at the phone. God, I'm horrible at making conversation with people.

I stuck my phone back in my pocket, walking quickly to meet up with Tess. I didn't want to leave her waiting.

When I walked inside, she was standing near the entrance, scrolling through her phone. "Hey!" She chirped, throwing her arms around me. "What took you so long?"

"Porter called me and told me where the club is," I stuttered, pushing a tendril of hair out of my face.

"Great," she said, grabbing my by the arm and pulling me towards a rack of sequin dresses. "Please tell me you're not wearing that," I said, cringing.

"Nah, too dressy. I need something cute for Anton, that'll make his eyes really bug out of his head." She said excitedly.

I looked at her, horrified. "That sounds terrifying."
"Not literally, stupid! I want him to see that I have great assets." She ran her hands down her sides, covered in a Dolce & Gabbana slip dress.

"I think he's gonna see you have boobs regardless of what shirt you wear." I said, looking around the section for something maybe I would be interested in, even though I wasn't looking for something.

"Stop being a downer. I will find something cute to wear tonight." She looked in the mirror on the side of a rack, analyzing her appearance. "God, I broke out all over my face overnight."
"You've gotta be kidding me." I said without emotion. Tess was one of the most gorgeous people you'd ever meet, with long, glossy blonde hair past her shoulders, deep tan skin, (which was most certainly blemish free), and a body that most girls would strive for.  I, on the other hand, lacked in the boobs department, and had messy brown hair down my back, and brown eyes, with the occasional noticeable breakout. I was nothing special to look at.

She sighed, moving away from the mirror and pausing at a rack of tops. "What about this one?" She said, pulling out a crop top. "With a skirt and jacket and heels, this would be absolutely adorable." 

I shrugged my shoulders. "Looks good to me."

She clapped her hands, obviously proud of her pick, and went off in search of a skirt. I followed behind her, which was why I crashed into her when she stopped and turned around, shrieking: "This is Anton's song!"

A song flowed out of the speakers of the room, a girls' soulful voice filling the space. "High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time." 

I had to admit, it was a great song. I had heard it countless times on the radio, but had no idea it was his. I was impressed, but I wouldn't let Tess know. She had single-handedly charmed one of the most popular artists in America right now.
"Calm down," I said, as a group of women walking by us turned and looked at overly excited Tess jumping up and down about to pee her pants over a song. The image would've made me roll my eyes, too. 

She quieted, her eyes focusing on a shiny metallic skirt as her expression changed entirely. "Oooo! Alice + Olivia." 

Oh Jesus. Only she would be distracted my a damn skirt, of all things.

Later, I arrived home and flopped down on my bed, staring down at my phone. Porter tweeted about the show tonight, saying he was super pumped and had in mind the perfect songs to play. I cut it off, putting it in my pocket, and kicked my shoes off. Reaching for the remote that turned on my stereo, I saw the digital red letters of the alarm clock next to my bed that said the time 6:43pm. I guess I could get something to eat and meet them over there. Daft Punk's 'Discovery' album began playing through the speakers, and I made my way to the kitchen. 

My phone buzzed, interrupting my search through the fridge for something edible to have as a meal. I slid it across, answering the call. "Hello?"
"Hey, babe. It's Dallas. I was wondering if you would come over tonight."
I almost banged my head against the fridge. Really? Tonight? The one night that I would want to just enjoy and talk to Porter had to be interrupted by Dallas. What the hell should I do? I needed the money of course, but I couldn't just leave in the middle of Porter's set to go have sex for money. That wasn't an appropriate excuse. My brain battled between the two choices, finally deciding.

"I'll meet you there at 12." I sighed.

"Don't be late like last week." He said, hanging up on me.

I looked up at the ceiling, contemplating an excuse to say. I was tired? No, that wouldn't work. I had somewhere to be? No, that wouldn't be right, even if I was being honest. Maybe I could just slip out and hope for the best? I doubt Porter would notice, and Tess and Anton would probably be off somewhere anyways.

I settled on the latter, and pulled out a container of mac n cheese from the cabinet, pouring water in it and sticking it in the microwave. There, nothing would go badly tonight and I'd still have some time to talk to Porter. Nothing would go wrong, I wouldn't let it.