Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Forgiveness

heyheyhey! aren't you proud of me actually managing to get a chapter in on time?

i just wanna dedicate this to Elle aka martingarrix because she's a fucking awesome writer and you should go read her story Garrix & Me!

also thanks for all the votes and comments I've been getting lately, you guys are incredible.

There were two things that made my shifts at Cielo better: one being Porter coming to visit me, and the other being Martins' critiques of the people in the club.

"See that girl over there?" He nudged his head in the direction of a blonde girl dancing around a tall black guy who was entirely uninterested in her.

I nodded, pulling out a bottle of whiskey for the man sitting at the bar.

"She's a pornstar. Bet you didn't know that."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "The real question is, how did YOU know that?"

Martin didn't even flinch as he continued polishing the glasses beside him, sticking them one by one into the cupboards below the sink. "I know a person when I see one."

I snickered softly, just out of his hearing distance. I had gotten to know Martin as the days wore on, and all about how he was trying to find a job in the music industry because of his love for music, especially dance and EDM. That was one thing we had in common, of course.

Today was a dreary, rainy Thursday, and I had plans with Porter to go get frozen yogurt after my shift ended. I watched the clock anxiously, every few minutes twisting my head around to see how fast time was going.

Too slow.

"If you look at that clock again, I'm gonna take it down and make sure you never get to see that guy again." Martin said from behind me, mixing a martini, the spoon clinking against the glass. "You definitely have a thing for him, don't you?"

My cheeks burned underneath the bright white lights on the ceiling of the bar, and I tried to grimace.

"What? No! You're crazy. I just don't like this job that much, is all."

He looked up from the martini for half a second, before turning back to it. "You'd make an awful actor. Better stick to bartending."

I searched my head for a subject change, and diverted my eyes away from the time. Martin was now standing near the counter, his eyes trained on a girl in front of the bar that was sipping a cocktail. He was laughing and gesturing with his hands, and she giggled flirtatiously, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I heard him say some cheesy pick up line, and then she tilted her cleavage toward him so that he got a whole eye-view of it, taking it all in. A plan formed in my mind, and I walked over to the two of them.

"You know whats funny? Your name is Martin, and you made a martin-i. Ha! Martini. Marteeney tiny. Marteeney tiny di-"

His hand was over my mouth in less than a second, his face burning as the girl burst into laughter from behind us, looking at Martin and me with a mixture of amusement and pity for him.

"That's it. Go meet your little boyfriend and leave me alone. I'll handle the rest."

I stifled a laugh, and reached for my bag on the table by the wall.

"Thanks, Martin. I owe you one."

He muttered something unintelligible, and moved back over to the sink.

When I got out onto the streets, it was just getting ready to pour down. I zipped up my green army jacket around me, and made my way down the street to the fro-yo store. The second I saw a head of brown hair, I paused and exhaled a sigh of happiness. He was sitting at a table, his head down as he looked at something at his phone. I pushed open the door that led inside and felt the rush of the cold air-conditoning against my skin, making goosebumps rise. The rain pattered against the window, creating a cozy atmosphere in the building. Walking over to Porter, I sat down my bag and pulled up a seat to sit next to him.