Crazy In Love | Buggy

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Back on the ship, Buggy dug through the spare clown clothes, clearly looking for something in particular. He dramatically threw the clothes that he didn't like up in the air, them almost hitting me multiple times.

We were down where all the crew slept. It made me sort of grateful that I slept in Buggy's bedroom because I wasn't sure if I would be able to sleep down here.

It was lined with multiple bunk beds, a couple trunks for storage (which was what Buggy was digging through), and some weapons scattered around. It was messy. It was insanely messy. I guessed pirates aren't the cleanest.

There was a certain smell in the air. It was like sweat and salt, stagnant. I breathed through my mouth, to lessen the smell.

"Ah-ha!" Buggy cheered, finally seeming to find what he had been looking for.

When he held it out towards me, I got a better look at it. The better look caused me to flush a bright red. The costume was a tight leather material outfit, with red and white checketed squares. It was a one-piece jump suit. Overall, it was just ridiculous. I could tell just by looking at it that it would be skin tight.

I instinctively took a step back from him, putting distance between me and the suit.
"I'm absolutely not wearing that."

Buggy's smile dropped. He furrowed his eyebrows tightly together and shoved the suit aggressively into my arms.

"You absolutely are wearing it."

"You can't make me."

All of a sudden, Buggy was advancing on me. I quickly began stepping backwards, but I wasn't fast enough. Within a couple of steps, he had closed the distance. He ended up grabbing my collar, pulling it towards him so that my face was about an inch away from his. I had to stand on my tiptoes because he was a good bit taller than me.

"Like hell I can't," He whispered, his voice laced with venom. "How many times do I have to remind you that you belong to me?"

I gulped. Having someone say that you 'belonged' to them was absolutely humiliating.

However, he was right. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was. He could absolutely force me to wear the ridiculous outfit. He could force me to do anything that he wanted. I decided to be grateful that he was only asking me to wear a silly outfit.

There was also just no point fighting him on something as small as this. I decided to swallow my pride, and do as he told me

"I'll wear it."

"I know you will."

Buggy walked me back upstairs, into his bedroom. He commanded me to get changed, as he dug through his clown make-up. He had a shocking amount of make-up. It actually made me feel a little jealous.

"Just don't turn around," I told him as I stripped out of my clothes.

"Don't flatter yourself."

I kept all the rude comebacks that came into my mind to myself. I didn't want to give him any ammunition to be more horrible to me.

The outfit was even tighter on than I had thought it would be but, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I decided it could have been worse. That was my attempt at positive thinking.

Although the outfit was tight, it wasn't revealing. The collar came up high, almost right up to my neck. The sleeves were long, as were the legs.

I checked myself out in the mirror, even twirling. Although it was ridiculous, it was also fun. When else would I have the opportunity to dress up as a clown?