Title: Call me Clyde
Summary: Sometimes the best gifts come in strange wrapping.
Word Count: 497
Rating um whats betwen T and M? lol
Disclaimer: I don't own Clyde or Pac-Man. I do, however, own cherry and strawberry tatts on my lady bits...Wanna come munch on those Pac-Man?
Picture #3..the pac-man pic
"Alice! What did you do!" I cried, staring at my neon-orange hair in the mirror.
"I don't understand...the box said to leave in for 10 minutes for subtle highlights."
"TEN MINUTES! ALICE! YOU LEFT IT IN FOR AN HOUR!"
"Bella...you know I'm not one for subtlety."
"What am I going to do? The costume party starts in two hours! I can't be Xena when my head looks like a pumpkin!"
"Um...I'll fix it...just..uh...let me...just..run to the store... It'll all be ok. Trust me!"
"That's what got me into this mess!"
"Get undressed and meet me in my bedroom Bella. I got the PERFECT costume for you!"
I warily put down my book and followed the psychotic pixie to her room, cringing as I passed the mirror in her bathroom. Undressed, I grabbed the garment bag she passed through the slightly open door. Unzipping it, I stared down at it in confusion. It was a ghost costume. Not a booooooo-scary-white-sheet-with-holes-in-it. No-not even that cool. It was an ..
"I thought it would compliment your hair!"
"Alice! I'm not wearing this! I'll just stay home."
Twenty minutes later I found myself being dragged into the costume party by a mutant-midget dressed like a hooker with cat ears. Yeah, that looks so much like a cat. At least SHE'D get some attention tonight. Well, I'm sure I will get tons too, just not the good type.
The party was pumping and I was sweating to death in my horrid full-body-ghosty-costume. I found it impossible to navigate with my limited vision, so I had spent the night up against the wall. The heat was starting to get to me, so I attempted to make it outside.
"Excuse me. Sorry! Oh sorry about that! Scuse me! Pardon me." I fought my way through the crowd, knocking into bodies, spilling drinks and stepping on feet. I finally made it to the door, but had to turn sideways to get the bulky costume out. Turning to right myself I ran right smack into...
I felt a tingling run through me, gathering in the pit on my stomach. What the hell? We aren't even touching? Its costume-against-costume! I felt Pac-Man hardening against me. Definitely male...Although he felt really good up against me, the tingling sensation was starting to freak me out. I turned to run off, but he followed.
"Clyde's a good choice for someone skittish like you." I stopped dead in my tracks. "The orange ghost-his name's Clyde-he always ran away from Pac-Man."
"I didn't know that."
"Thank God!" he yelled at the sound of my voice.
"You're a girl! I couldn't tell since you're all covered."
"Well...it's just that...um...I have this incredible urge to eat you."
A hour later...
"Holy fuck Pac-Man! That was incredible!"
"You're welcome. By the way, call me Edward."