Classic Black

Family Problems

Someone was slamming their fists loudly against Classic's door, Blackberry groaned and rolled over catching sight of his phone and bolted up, the realization of who it would be at the door made Black's ribs feel like if he had a gut it would dropped to the floor and made a pool. He snatched his phone cursing quietly and he struggled with the sheets to get free. 'Get to the door before Classic!' He fell off the bed and scrambled to his feet. 

He faltered when he heard Classic open the door.

He cracked the bedroom door and shrank when he saw who exactly was at the door, Edge in all of his tall as fuck, angry, and ever scowling glory.

"Where is he?" Honey snapped from behind of Edge. Blackberry shrunk.

"I assume you mean Black?" Classic tilted his head "That's the only 'he' you would be talking about, right?"

"He's right there." Edge daintily pointed at the cracked door. Black flinched and slinked out of the room, he watched Classic apologetically, he badly wished for a way out of this humiliation.

"I'm sorry for worrying you... I just..." He didn't really have a good explanation for this.

Classic hummed "I met him at the bar, he gave me his number, and I took him to the park after he got off of work, since he was tired I took him here and offered him the guest bedroom as I suggested the idea."

"I don't trust his face... he has an untrustworthy face to me..." Edge ignored Classic.

Blackberry sighed "It's the truth, it was so late I didn't want to wake anyone with a phone call..."

"A text would have sufficed!" Edge snapped and clicked his heels together.

"I was tired..." Black kept himself from growling.

"No excuse! Come let's head home." Edge snapped

Black frowned he didn't move, Classic sighed "Okay, can I ask your names since you are the ones who banged on my door, and it looks like you were ready to barge in." 

"Edge Fell, and Honey Swapfell. In that room is Black Swapfell, and he really needs to get home before his parole officer gets there first." Edge said impatiently. Black tense, he resisted the urge to throttle Edge, but Honey's watchful glare kept that from happening.

Classic looked over, "You still owe me that story."

"I do... you have my number..." Blackberry smiled wimpily as he walked to Edge and Honey at a snail's pace.

"I'll see you later Black." Classic nodded, Honey hugged Black when he grew close enough to be hugged.

"Same here." Black pushed away Honey's hug despite the glare he received from Edge and the pained pout he got from Honey.

Edge gave Classic a final glower and escorted the bunch to their run down red Tundra. 

Blackberry wasn't happy in the slightest, the mood written all over his face as Honey plopped himself in the passenger seat.

Blackberry sank into the uncomfortable back seat. "...You didn't need to do that..." He grumbled.

Edge gripped the steering wheel wanting to be the one to reprimand the adult child in the small backseat.

"We did! We thought you were kidnapped or worse!" Honey rose his voice twisting in his seat so he could get a better look at Black.

"Well I wasn't I would have texted when I woke up!!" Black snapped at Honey.

"Black, you usually text when your going out, to hear that story from... whoever he was said-- the fact you didn't tell us meant that you were kidnapped or hurt!" Honey glared