A/N: Okay, so as an apology, I will post two chapters in one day! Hurray! I mean, this one is so short is barely counts, but I can totally see it happening so, whatever! Also, this story has officially reached double digits! Chapter ten, oh yeah! Thanks to everyone who's stuck with me thus far, reviews and favorites, and follows light up my world and motivate me to actually continue this!

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Classes that day had been a total bitch. The worst part was, Foggy and Matt had different schedules, so Foggy couldn't even complain to him when he got bored, or confused, or bored and confused.

In all honesty, the classes weren't really that bad. Foggy just hated to be without a friend. And in a giant lecture of nearly 500 people, one couldn't really make friends easily. Well, Foggy couldn't make friends easily. He had a huge neon sign shouting the word 'AWKWARD' hanging around his neck and flashing for the amusement of the entire world. He'd just been lucky enough to be blessed with a roommate who was unable to see it.

So, needless to say, lunch was probably his favorite time of day. He and Matt always met up for lunch, that way neither of them had to eat alone. Also Foggy could tell Matt what selections for food they had, and which selections actually looked edible. And while Foggy was fairly certain Matt could distinguish his options on his own, he knew having Foggy just tell him was much easier.

Unfortunately, the dining hall on campus was packed, like, barely any room to even maneuver packed. And Foggy had to somehow find his blind friend in the middle of it all.

"Matt?" He called. A few people turned their heads but none were who he was looking for. With a weary sigh Foggy shuffled his way to the middle of the hall, and with a deep breath and no regard to the people around him, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Marco!"

It was a moment before a quieter, weary sounding "Polo" could be heard in reply. Foggy just grinned, making his way towards where the sound had originated.

"Boo." He jested when he finally found his roommate, although he knew for a fact said roommate had been aware of his presence before he got close enough to scare him.

"Seriously, have you no humility?" Matt asked, exasperated.

"Nope." Foggy replied with a shake of his head, popping the 'p' sound with a grin. "How else was I supposed to find you in this crowd?"

"I don't know, maybe the way normal people do it. By looking. I mean, I realize it may sound difficult-"

"You can't do it." Foggy interrupted nonchalantly.

Matt turned in his direction with a disbelieving look on his face before smacking Foggy in the leg with his cane, accurate as fricking ever.

"Ow!" Foggy shouted accusingly, however he didn't need to see the slight grin overtaking Matt's features to know that his friend wasn't offended. They were far enough along in their relationship that Foggy knew what he could say without worrying about hurting Matt's feelings.

"Oh I barely hit you, ya big baby."

"Barely hit me? I'll be lucky if that doesn't bruise!"

"Come on, you have to tell me what food looks like it won't kill me."

"You should probably think twice about injuring your official food surveyor. What happens if I decide to exact my revenge on you by giving you inedible food?"

Matt didn't seem all that concerned, much to Foggy's chagrin. "Need I remind you that if I die, you will lose your lunch-mate? And then what? You'll either have to eat alone or," Matt interjected an exaggerated gasp, "socialize!"

"Oh no, anything but that!" Foggy cried dramatically.

"So no poisoning me."

"Fine, no poisoning you. But who's to say I can't get back at you in some other way?"

"Mr. Nelson, please, feel free to try."

"Mr. Murdock, I welcome the challenge."