Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Whenever, Wherever

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xo

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((this chapter contains sexual, adult behavior, so read at your own risk. there's not much of it, but if you're under the age of 14 and feel a little disgusted/scared of it, you have been warned ;) ))

Porter was leaving in a week.

I was trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. He reassured me he would Skype me every day, that I would see him in October when he was traveling from DC to Florida, and we would spend the day together. Then I would come on the remaining part of tour, since I would finally be done with school. The more things he let on about where we were going, the more excited I became, especially when he told me we were traveling to Europe. I completely flipped out. It would only be for a week or so, but just the thought of going and exploring new places with Porter seemed exciting. We hadn't gone anywhere together outside of New York so this would be something different for both of us. 

School had already started which meant textbooks and lectures and me surviving on coffee and 5 hour energy. Ahh, the familiar feeling of getting four hours of sleep and 5 hours of studying. So good. I also had work on most nights, which meant me basically switching from filling up a glass to going back to my textbook. 

Martin was a whole other story.

Ever since he played at Cielo on Friday, he had gotten opportunities from people. Much bigger opportunities than working as a bartender. He had offers to play at incredibly popular clubs, like The Park and Terminal 5, where the biggest DJ's in the world played. The managers of the clubs had called him and asked if he would be willing to be there once a week for double the amount that he played at Cielo for. It wasn't like anything I had ever seen before; I was so proud of him for getting up there in front of everyone and doing what I knew he loved.

He also made a Soundcloud where he was beginning to post original songs made by himself, which received lots of emails and comments praising him and complimenting him on how great the songs were. I'd listened to a few of them myself and could say the same. They had a catchy tune and a good beat, unique enough to be nothing like I'd ever heard by any other producer.

So, yesterday he had resigned from Cielo, leaving me alone with a girl in her late-20's who liked to smack her gum while she poured glasses of vodka. I was regretting my entire life. 

"hope everything works out well :) xx"  I shot off a text to Martin, watching as the new girl, Caitlin, flirted endlessly with a guy who had to be at least 35 sitting alone at the bar. It was sickening.

I went back to mixing a cocktail, stirring it around while humming a little bit to myself. 

"Uh, can I get just a plain Coke?" A deep voice interrupted me from my mixing.

I flew around, almost knocking over the drink and a couple of other glasses beside it. Porter was sitting at the bar, looking at me with admiration and amusement. A couple strands of hair flopped down in front of his face and I felt the urge to brush it aside, restraining myself from running over and practically throwing my arms around him.

Although I was feeling about twenty different emotions at this point, I calmly walked over to Porter and stood in front of him, basking in his exhausted nature and still adorable smile. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep for a few days.