Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

A New Job

hey guys! here comes spring break - i'm going to see local natives in concert and i absolutely cannot wait 😮 thanks for all the sweet votes and comments - i hope you enjoy this chapter!

My days were spent the same way - go to uni, hang out with Porter, head back to my place with a smile on my face and an ache for him yet again. I looked forward to each day with a yearning that I'd hadn't felt in a long time. He texted me at night, reminding me of inside jokes or just checking up on me and asking how I was, which was incredibly sweet. But every time he hugged me, or looked at me with those deep eyes with floppy hair falling over them, it was like a reminder of a desire I couldn't have. It ached in my bones and settled in my body from my innermost organs down to the tips of my toes.

But I dealt with it. It was the only thing to do in this situation. I couldn't let it get the best of me.

So I found myself watching another of Porter's sets at Cielo, sitting at the bar drinking a Coke, listening the music and observing Porter as he got into the music. I had heard just about every song by him now, but I never got sick of hearing them live. The songs were honestly incredible, the beats just made you want to get up and dance. I knew he was making new music, a whole album, and I couldn't wait for that as well.

I sipped my soda, feeling the tangy fizz on my tongue. March transitioned into April, and it was finally starting to get warmer outside here in New York. I had almost no plans this summer, but Porter said he was staying here and wanted to work on music more, so I became excited about spending more time with him.

I was also nervous though. My checking account was awfully low - I had looked last week and my money had decreased almost half in the matter in a couple of months. I needed to find a job, and quick. Looking through the job advertisements in the paper didn't help though, everything seemed to be not of interest to me, or not worth it. (I wasn't getting a job at McDonalds. I was desperate, but not that desperate. C'mon.) Porter seemed to notice that I was searching for one, and was attempting to help me too.

And as for my last money source, I'm not doing that again... I didn't even consider it. There's no way in hell that I was planning to get myself trapped in that again.

So thats why immediately after his set, he found me and dragged me to the owner's office at the back of the club.

"Porter!" I was saying, trying to loosen his grip on my arm. He seemed intent on getting back there, and pulled me along until we found ourselves in front of a door with the letters "NICOLAS MATAR" on the door.

"This is him." Porter said, grinning and knocking on the door.

I swallowed.

After a few seconds, the door flew open. "Can I help you?" A man was standing at the door, clad in a business suit with a serious expression on his face. His face softened when he noticed Porter, realizing that he had played a set here tonight. My face blanked completely, and I stared at Porter, expecting him to initiate the conversation.

"Yes, actually. I DJ'ed for you guys tonight, and this is my friend Alexa. I was wondering if you had any job offerings here for her that's available. She's an intelligent, reliable person, and I promise you she won't disappoint."

I was still at a loss for words, so I just nodded along.

The man studied my face, then looked at Porter. "Hmm. Well we can't hire her on the spot, obviously. We can make a date for her to come and be interviewed, but i can't promise you that she'll be hired."

I let out a breath I had been holding, and decided to speak.

"That's fine." I said.

He smiled. "Great." He turned, and waved to us. "I'm gonna head back to work. Nice meeting you guys. Porter, if Kevin hasn't give you your check for tonight, he'll mail it to you."