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Day 1 - Sleepover

Prompts: 18 - Pillow Fort Character: Matt Murdock Word Count: ~800 Warnings: Warm and fuzzy feelings, Matt's childhood Tags: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @yarrystyleeza Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist

Sleepover

“What do you mean, you’ve never had a sleepover?”

The sheer disbelief in that question . . . it was hard not to flinch. Matt hunched his shoulders. “What don’t you understand?”

“I mean, your friends have never invited over to their house for the night? Or came over to your place?”

“Nooo,” Matt answered slowly. He had never had many friends. The few he had made as a child never expended such an invitation prior to the accident. And after the accident, when he returned to regular school, they ignored him entirely. Or joined others in trying to bully him by stealing his cane. He kept his distance from other children after that.

Told himself that he didn’t need friends. He didn’t want friends. Until Foggy had breached those particular walls, worming his way into Matt’s heart.

“Never?” Foggy asked. “Like, never never?”

“Yes . . . wait, does Nelson Christmas count?”

“Well, you do sleep in my room in a sleeping bag,” Foggy said thoughtfully. “So yeah, I suppose so.”

An irritated huff, then he continued, “But it just doesn’t seem right. That you’re first sleepover was Nelson Christmas at my grandma’s upstate.”

Matt shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“I suppose.”

He should have known that Foggy wasn’t letting it go. That wasn’t what Foggy did when he discovered something that he felt Matt had ‘missed out’ on.

And yet, when Foggy asked if he wanted to do a movie night on Thursday, Matt didn’t suspect anything was afoot. He simply agreed. And gave it no further thought than some curiosity about which films Foggy would pick out this time.

Needless to say, Matt was a little surprised when he returned to their dorm after class that Thursday to discover a new . . . structure? Stretched out between the twin beds and made of bedding? Mostly the bedding from both of their respective beds but some smelled like it had come from the Nelson’s . . .

“Hey buddy,” Foggy greeted as he came in. Accompanying him was the unmistakeable smell of pizza.

“Hey Fogs,” Matt said, as Foggy sat down the pizza boxes on one of the desks. “Is that The Pizza Pleaser?”

“It is,” Foggy said. “How’d you know?”

“Their red sauce doesn’t smell like any of the chains,” Matt answered. Which wasn’t the only way he knew which pizzeria but that was the safest answer. “I thought you were stuck with ramen this week?”

“I thought so too,” Foggy said, “But I found some cash hidden in my sock drawer. So tonight, we eat like kings.”

Matt tried to keep the frown off his face. Foggy wasn’t lying. Not exactly. There was truth in that statement but his heart betrayed that it wasn’t the entire truth. But there was no way to call Foggy on it without explaining how he knew so Matt let it go.

Besides, pizza sounded like a nice change from ramen.

“What’s this?” Matt asked, poking at the structure with his cane. “Feels like there is something between our beds.”

“There is. Tonight we are watching movies from the safety of Fort Murdock-Nelson.”

“Fort Murdock-Nelson?” Matt repeated.

“Yep! Made from our finest pillows and blankets.”

“Why?”

“Because sleeping in a pillow fort is something you do at a sleepover.”

“It is?” Matt said. “Is that we are doing tonight? A sleepover?”

“Yep,” Foggy popping the ‘p’. “We’re going to do all the sleepover things. Well minus Mom in her robe telling us to it’s 3 am, go to fucking sleep. Through the RA might do that if we get loud enough.”

“Let’s not,” Matt said. The poor RA had enough to deal with. Some of the student really weren’t used to certain aspects of communal living. Like shared bathrooms. “What movie are we watching?”

“Alien franchise,” Foggy said. “You seen any of them before?”

“No, Dad thought it was too scary for me,” Matt said.

“And I’m guessing the nuns weren’t fans?”

Matt shrugged. “Maybe? I think they were more worried about the littles seeing it and having nightmares.”

“That’s fair,” Foggy said, plating some pizza. “I think Candy kept us awake for a week the first time she saw The Thing.”

“How old was she?”

“Six? She was supposed to be asleep. Only learned she had woke up and came into the living room when she screamed. Took ten years off of my life.”

“I hope not,” Matt said. “I like having you around.”

“Awww,” Foggy said. Matt could tell he was smiling. “Me too buddy.”

None of the films had audio description but Foggy was getting pretty good at providing one. And his added commentary was very entertaining. They’d probably stay up way too late but Matt couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be than right here in this pillow fort, eating pizza and listening to Foggy grumble about how no one listens to Ripley.

Author’s Note

All but Alien (1979) of the franchise seems currently has audio description but for the purpose of this story, let’s say that it wasn’t added until after this sleepover.