Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Gold Skies

this chapter is probably a little different than the others, it really focuses on Tess and Alexa's friendship and everything its endured and the feelings that they both had in the past few years that they've been friends. also a disclaimer for Petra Collins's photography referenced in this - i'm not affiliated with any of her artwork but i strongly suggest you check it out because its phenomenal.

also a huge thanks for 11k reads almost, you guys are awesome! definitely made my week when I came back from vacation to see that.

last thing:  the worlds stream is leaked and you can listen to the entire album if you just google it, it should be available in most countries on npr.org! i've already listened to the entire thing. flicker + divinity are probably my favorites :) 

happy reading!

 Porter clasped my hand the whole way to Tess's house. I felt an unspoken understanding between the two of us, like we suddenly had become much closer in the past two days. It made sense to be so comfortable next to each other, it just felt right.

The car slowed down next to Tess's apartment, and I looked up, noticing the familiar cavernous brownstone that was a cut above the others on the street. She had spent a large sum of money on it when she first got it a few years back, making sure that it was just right for her. It certainly was. If you ever looked on the inside, it was like looking at the depths of her brain. There were old memories on the walls when you entered, pictures of her and her family, her childhood dog, her old school friends. Sometimes you could catch her glancing at them in the middle of a conversation, beneath the bubbly exterior and laughter there was always something more, something she never went into details about with me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Porter's hand squeezed mine. "Text me if you need anything, okay?"

Nodding, I pushed open the car door, the bright sunshine practically blinding me as I stepped out on the sidewalk. "See you tonight."

He pulled away a few seconds later, leaving me standing in a trance next to her front door. The street was quiet and empty today, the only sign of life a few joggers passing by me, completely oblivious. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked up.

It took her a little while to answer the door, and when she did, I could tell her expression wasn't one of surprise. She looked tired, somewhat glad to see me, but all in all I could tell she was aching for an ounce of sleep judging by the dark circles underneath her eyes. She motioned for me to come inside and I followed her worn-out form into the living room where the television was playing an old episode of Spongebob with no sound. My heart ached as I saw her collapse on the couch and stare up at the pale blue wall covered with pieces of art she bought from a collection we went to last summer. It was Petra Collins' photos, titled 'The Teenage Gaze', framed and printed from an old photography shop in Soho. I remember when we listened to Cashmere Cat and danced around this room, hanging up the photos of a girl dreamily looking out of a window or my favorite, the one of the couple leaning in for a kiss in a car. I remembered thinking that I wouldn't ever get to experience anything like that with anyone, but now I can recall doing it just a few hours ago with Porter.

"You must be thinking about the same thing I'm thinking about." She chuckled, cocking her head towards the photos. "I remember when you spilled vodka on that portrait of the girl of the balcony. That was my favorite one. I was so pissed."

I look down at my feet resting on the hardwood floor beneath me, memories of that day rushing through my head. Tess laughs a little bit more, before growing completely quiet.

"I broke up with Anton," she says softly.

I react immediately. "What?" I choke out, popping up from my place on the couch. "Why would you do that? That doesn't -"