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Re: [FILL] Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-12 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)“What do you want to do today?” Franklin asks one morning, staring at the ceiling above his bed.
“I dunno,” Matt mumbles from the floor. “What do you wanna do?”
Franklin shrugs.
“I don’t know.”
They also spend their time discussing the future.
“I want to be a defense attorney,” Franklin comments, taking a sip of his beer.
“Not corporate?” Matt questions, tapping the neck of the bottle to some unknown rhythm.
“Nah, although Rosalind will probably set me up in that direction.”
Matt nods, grabbing some nachos from the plate in the middle of the kitchen island.
“I’ll probably go defense, too. Help out the little guys, y’know?”
That seems to sum up Matt to Franklin in a neat little package. Planning his life around the little guy who needs help.
A couple days later, while Matt is off being mysterious, Marci calls Franklin up over skype.
“Matt’s staying with you?” Marci asks. Franklin nods, absentmindedly thumbing through some car magazine.
“Yeah, he needed a place to crash.”
Marci lowers her sunglasses, peering over them like some famous celebrity. Franklin rolls his eyes at her.
“That’s not like you,” she says, pushing her sunglasses back up her nose.
“And that tan doesn’t goes well with your bleach blonde hair but I’m not saying anything,” he replies and glances out of the corner of his eye to see her reaction. Marci’s lips are in a flat line, which means she’s pissed but knows it’s the truth.
“Can you please stop being an asshole for a minute? You don’t need to impress me.”
Franklin sighs and puts down the magazine.
“What else do you want? He needed a place to crash for the night. Bess saw him and you know how she can’t let a stray puppy go.”
Marci frowns and crosses her arms which draws attention to her bikini-clad boobs. Franklin is not interested at this moment in time.
“Fuck off,” he mutters, flipping back to the Top Gear article he was quite enjoying before Marci called him.
“You like him,” she teases, a slow smirk making it’s appearance. “You really do want to be friends with him.”
“Will that make you happy?” he asks, defiantly staring at Jeremy Clarkson instead of her. “If I just admit that yes, I want to be friends with Matthew Murdock but I’m an asshole who can’t quite get it through my head that I have to be nice to him in order for that to work?”
Marci does a dance on the hotel bed she’s sitting on. It’s mostly her twisting her upper body around, arms swinging wildly around.
“You like him! You want to bone him!”
“Well, that’s going too far,” Franklin mutters. “I don’t want to bone him. Are you drunk?”
Marci scoffs and Skype makes it go electronic which startles Franklin for a second.
“A bit, and high, but not the point. You’re a twenty-four year old bisexual male, of course you want to bone him.”
“Those are not exclusive,” Franklin points out but then Matt is entering his bedroom, hair slicked down from his shower. Only a large, fluffy red towel is wrapped around Matt’s waist allowing his chest to glisten in the sunlight shining through the window.
“Is he there right now? Oh my god!” Marci squeals and it’s like she’s fourteen again and meeting Leonardo Dicaprio at the mall. “Hi Matt!”
Matt’s head turns in the direction of the laptop sitting on Franklin’s bed. A half grin is tugging at his lips and Franklin stares for a fraction too long.
“Sorry, Marce, you’re a robot,” Franklin explains before slamming the laptop shut.
“Marci having a good time?” Matt questions as he turns back to his suitcase on the floor, digging through it and sniffing at a shirt here and there.
“Not at all. She’s miserable without me, but what can ya do,” Franklin answers, once again going back to his magazine and not focusing on Matt changing in the corner. He apparently was wearing briefs underneath the towel so at least Franklin doesn’t catch a glimpse of anything private.
“Right, sure,” Matt chuckles and pulls some jeans on. “So, I overhead that you want to be friends.”
“Oh, God,” Franklin moans and throws his head down into his pillow. “My reputation is ruined.”
Matt sits down on the edge of the bed, by Franklin’s knees, and laughs.
“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”
“That’s what they all say,” Franklin mutters but sits up anyways. “Fine, I want to be friends but we need to be honest with each other one hundred percent of the way.”
Matt looks guilty already and Franklin gives him the stink eye. How much more could the man be hiding.
“Well, then, I should tell you something.” Matt fidgets; his fingers play with the hem of the shirt he pulled on and Franklin holds his breath in preparation of whatever is coming. “I also heard that you want to bone me.”
Franklin groans and flops himself back onto the bed.
“I’m going to kill Marci.” Franklin pushes himself up with an elbow and fixes Matt with a stare he hopes the man can feel. “Are you attractive? Yes, of course, in a handsome wounded duck way. Do I want to bone you?” Franklin can feel the blush radiating up his face. “Okay, fine, yes, I’m not blind like some people in the room. But it’s like fantasizing about Chris Pine or Jennifer Lawrence or something.”
Matt’s facial features rapidly change from happy to embarrassed to confused right on back through guilty to embarrassed again.
“Oh, well, I-“ Matt tries to says but Franklin holds up a hand and that somehow shuts Matt up. Franklin eyes him suspiciously.
“I’m not looking for a pity fuck, here,” Franklin continues. “Also, can you see my hand?”
Red splashes across Matt’s cheeks as he starts shaking his head so hard Franklin is worried it’s going to go flying off.
“You’re hilarious, I’m blind, I can’t see anything, you’re ridiculous,” Matt babbles, pushing himself off the bed and retracing his steps out of the bedroom.
“Matt,” Foggy says, low, and climbs off the bed as well to follow him. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Nothing, regular blind guy here, so-“ Matt stumbles backwards into the wall opposite Franklin’s bedroom and he looks so spooked Franklin stops advancing.
“Matt,” Franklin repeats, a lot gentler, and raises his hands in what he’s seen in movies as a calming ‘look I’m not going to hurt you’ gesture. “Buddy. What’s going on here? Are you okay?”
Franklin’s words don’t seem to calm Matt down and considering their on again off again friendship up to this point it doesn’t really surprise him.
“Nothing, it’s nothing, I’m fine,” Matt says and then scurries down the hallway towards the kitchen and obviously the front door.
“Oh no you don’t,” Franklin mutters and charges after him, managing to grab onto Matt’s elbow as they enter the living room.
Franklin feels pain for a split second, like his head just cracked open, and everything goes black.
His eyes shoot open to Bess hovering over his body, black hair sticking straight up on one side like she’s been running her hand through it non-stop. Franklin sits up straight, almost head-butting Bess in the process, to look for Matt.
“Where’s Matt?”
“Oh, honey,” Bess coos and Franklin frowns. She never coos at him.
“Where is he?” Franklin asks again, cooling his voice down to a tone he has never used on Bess before.
“He’s gone,” she says sadly, concern and worry clearly written across his face. “He-he punched you and then just left.”
Matt punched Franklin. That explains almost nothing besides that aching pain in his face. It definitely doesn’t explain the skittish way Matt had been acting, like some scared animal trapped in a corner.
“I have to find him,” Franklin says, determined, and already climbing back to his feet. A bag of peas he didn’t notice falls to the floor.
“You need to stay here and rest - not chase after the guy who just assaulted you in your own home,” Bess sternly tells him and while he’s glad she’s no longer treating him like a five year old he can’t be bothered to listen to her.
“Nope, I’m going, can’t stop me,” Franklin declares while shoving his feet into his sneakers. Bess’ voice carries out the front door and into the hall as Franklin decides to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.
Franklin doesn’t find Matt at the Starbucks or the bakery or even Fogwell’s and he’s embarrassed to admit that he doesn’t know where else to look. He stands outside Fogwell’s in a tizzy, kicking at old trash littering the sidewalk, wracking his brain for anywhere Matt might have mentioned in the city.
“Foggy?” comes a sweet, female voice from in front of him and he curses when he sees whose approaching him.
“Hello, Anna,” he dutifully says, returning the hug she happily gives him.
“What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Anna asks and Franklin doesn’t hate her, he truly doesn’t. He grew out of that years ago. It was the moment he called Anna a bitch to her face and she couldn’t keep the tears from spilling or the heartbreak from showing on her face. It was that moment in time Franklin realized how much of an influence Rosalind truly had on him and he then started to hate himself instead.
“I’m fine. I’m looking for a friend of mine, Matt Murdock,” Franklin tells her truthfully incase she might know something. It’s a long shot and one that doesn’t pay off once she starts shaking her head mournfully.
“No, sorry, honey,” she says while shifting some grocery bags around in her arms to try and redistribute some of the weight. Anna continues to eye his swollen face with unease.
“Here, let me,” Franklin says and grabs some of the bags from her. They walk back to her house, his father’s home, in silence. They reach the brownstone and Anna pauses one step up.
“He misses you,” she says softly and Franklin thinks for a brief, stupid, second she’s talking about Matt when he realizes she means his father.
“I still visit,” he replies, handing back her bags of groceries.
“Not nearly enough,” Anna tells him.
She thanks him as she makes her way up and into the house. Franklin stares up at the building his father had always lived in for as long as Franklin had been alive. Two thoughts hit him at once: St. Agnes and church.
St. Agnes is a bust, which Franklin kind of expected. His next hope in finding Matt is the church Matt attends which Franklin doesn’t know the name of or the general vicinity it could be in. There end up being a lot of churches in Hell’s Kitchen.
Finally, after what Franklin is pretty sure is two hours of searching, he comes across Matt sitting on a bench outside The Church of the Holy Cross.
“What are you doing here?” Matt asks as Franklin sits down but there’s nothing in his tone that suggests Franklin is unwanted.
“Looking for you and guess what?” Franklin pauses, nudging Matt lightly with his shoulder. “I found you.”
“Lucky you,” Matt mutters and grips his cane a little bit tighter.
They sit on the bench for a few minutes without another word between them. Franklin watches a little girl across the street successfully con her mother into buying two types of ice cream the street cart is selling.
“I’m sorry,” Matt finally says and Franklin shrugs. He feels like he’s matured as he realizes he doesn’t require an apology for anything. But, he still doesn’t voice that out loud.
“I understand if there’s something bothering you,” Franklin says instead and watches with interest how stiff Matt becomes. “And that you obviously don’t want to share with the class. So,” Franklin takes in a deep breath. “That’s okay and I’m okay with that because friends let friends have secrets.”
“Are you expecting some sort of applause or award for that supposedly selfless statement of yours?” Matt responds without missing a beat.
“No,” Franklin spits out. “I’m trying to be a friend here, excuse me if I’m a bit rusty.”
Matt sighs and slouches down a bit on the bench.
“Sorry,” he repeats, face turned away from Franklin.
“It’s fine,” Franklin mutters and runs a hand over his face, wincing as his fingers prod the probably red and bruising area. “Want to head back?”
Matt shrugs but stands anyways. His fingers catch the crook of Franklin’s elbow, startling Franklin but Matt’s grip just tightens. They’ve never done this before – Franklin has never catered to Matt’s blindness. He doesn’t know if it’s because he was selfish, stubborn, or just ignorant. At least he was generally a neat person before meeting Matt.
They get a couple blocks from the apartment before either of them say anything.
“I trust you,” Matt says. “And I know you’ll never trust me if I’m not honest with you.”
Franklin rolls his eyes and replies, “I trust you just fine.”
Matt’s frame tightens up for a brief second before relaxing.
“You’ll always be second guessing everything I do because you know I’m hiding something and you don’t know what it is,” Matt points out.
“Everybody I interact with is hiding something.”
“And do you trust them?”
Franklin ponders that. He doesn’t, not really. He’s grown up in a world where everybody lies to each other’s faces then goes ahead and gossips behinds their backs, if literal backstabbing is not involved.
“No,” Franklin says slowly, honestly. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t trust you.”
Matt lets go of Franklin’s arm as they reach the front of the apartment building. They stay silent as they ride the elevator up. Franklin peeks in the front door and is thankful to note Bess is nowhere to be found.
“It’s cool,” Franklin says over his shoulder and pulls the door open further for Matt to enter behind him.
Matt sits down on the couch in the living room and Franklin follows suit, sitting opposite of him. The smell of leather wafts up to him and he hates the white couches. Franklin is surprised they’re still around from the amount of times he accidentally-on-purpose spilled crap on them. The spaghetti incident probably still haunts Rosalind.
“Well,” Franklin starts, relaxing as much as he can. “You seem eager to share so out with it.”
Matt doesn’t stop talking for at least ten minutes and his version of his life is much more exciting than any Wikipedia article. Franklin listens and he’s both intrigued and a bit horrified.
“So, you’re really blind?” Franklin follows up with after Matt finishes speaking.
“No light perception,” Matt confirms, nodding.
“But you can still sense where everything is?”
“In a manner, yes. It’s all air currents and vibrations and stuff.” Matt shrugs and seems oddly at ease about this whole conversation. “Sometimes, clicking my tongue helps.”
Franklin lets out a soft laugh at the image of Matt wandering around clicking at walls.
“And that’s it?” Franklin questions.
“What do you mean?” Matt replies, frowning.
“No other big secrets? I mean, you can obviously tell when I’m lying about shit so let’s get it all out.”
“There’s nothing else, I promise,” Matt says with a soft smile.
“Well, alright then, you big freak,” Franklin grins. “I’m starving, let’s eat.”
Franklin stands up and shuffles his way into the kitchen to look for something to snack on.
“Thanks, Franklin,” Matt says with such honest sincerity that Franklin pauses opening a slice of Kraft cheese singles.
“It’s nothing,” Franklin returns. “And, it’s Foggy.”
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Alright, it's finished! Thanks for sticking with me here. This kind of veered off not where I wanted to go but eh. Hope you guys enjoyed! XD
Re: [FILL] Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-12 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-15 05:33 am (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for reading! And yeah, I felt like this Foggy had to be more aware of what everyone was doing since it's hard to trust anybody in that circle. So, I think, despite how asshole-ish Foggy is throughout the story to Matt all he wants is for them to be honest to each other (although, let's be real, about a week afterwards they were totally fighting again).
Re: [FILL] Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-12 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)I would love to know how youw anted the story to go.
Matt dude you dont KO your friend buddy. That was just bad.
Re: [FILL] Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-15 05:35 am (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for reading this! I'm glad you liked it :D
Re: [FILL] Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (5/5)
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(Anonymous) 2015-08-15 05:36 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2015-09-10 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)Also, Matt going, "YOU'RE RIDICULOUS I'M JUST A REGULAR BLIND GUY HERE," over and over nearly made me laugh out loud in the middle of the office. You just summed up the entire series in one moment. Thank you for that little twist of genius.