NAJ Poth. Senior Year (Discontinued)

Chapter 25

Ink POV:

I was woken by Error getting out of bed, frantically putting on some pants and looking around the floor for a shirt. He picked up my shirt in haste, throwing it on and running to the door after a knock rang throughout the room.

"HeLLo?" He answered the door with his usual grumpy voice.

All I heard was him talking to someone, I couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

"WhAT dO yOU meAn?" I heard Error question before a response from the person.

"HeY Ink, yOU mIghT wAnNA heAr ThIS," Error said sticking his head around the corner, motioning for me to join him.

I did the same thing he did before but gave up just wearing pants. I walked over to the door seeing a student, the student had a lot to say, explaining the loud noise they heard just earlier. They said it came from the penthouse. They said that someone yelled at Goth, they could tell because the person yelled his name. My assumption was it was Palette. I nodded and thanked the student for the information. The student nodded back and went to leave. Before I shut the door completely I turned to Error,

"Hey Error, can I have my shirt back?"

Error scoffed at the tease and blushed slightly.

"You know that kid heard that," he said with slight displeasure.

"I know, that was the plan."

"Wow Ink," Error shook his head in disapproval.

"You love me, and I'm gonna follow through with what I just said, I'm taking my shirt back," I said as I kissed Error to distract him, stripping him of my shirt.

"What the hell Ink, you're so fucked up," Error said grabbing a cushion off our bed and throwing it at me.

"So? But anyway, we gotta get dressed and head up to Palette's room and figure this out," I said looking around the floor for my jeans from hours earlier, "Geez where did you end up throwing my jeans!"

"You mean these ones?" Error said picking up a pair off the floor, "you're not gonna want to wear these, there's a stain on the front but if you want them, let me wear your shirt today,"

"Are you blackmailing me? Also, really? You couldn't have been any cleaner? I swear," I said throwing the shirt at him, "Okay, give me the jeans,"

He threw me the jeans, I looked at the stain on the front with a sigh before putting it a plastic bag and burying it at the bottom of my bag. Searching through said bag for clothes.

Once we were ready we went to the elevator and went to the penthouse floor. Coming in on the right moment seeing Palette ushering people out of his room. Turning and locking his door.

"Ahem," I made myself present.

"Hmm? Oh! Dady! What are you doing up here?" Palette asked in confusion.

"Someone on the lower floor said that someone was yelling," I stated.

"O-oh... yeah, that was me..." He responded.

"And why did you yell?" I questioned.

"I uh- I was yelling at Goth,"

"Yeah? And?"

"Sorry Mr Ink, it was my fault," Goth intervened.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I-I uuhh-" Goth started.

"Geez, I need to do everything! Here, he did this!" Palette said pulling the neck of his shirt down a bit, showing Error and I quite a sight.