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rosa_cotton) wrote2008-02-04 12:38 pm
rosa_cotton) wrote2008-02-04 12:38 pm
Entry tags:
hairspray fanfiction
Title: Wishful
Rating: PG (K+)
Previous ficlets: 1, 2
Disclaimer: Hairspray, all characters, places, and related terms are the sole property of Marc Shaiman and New Line Cinema.
Summary: Link kissed Tracy at the end of the Miss Teenage Hairspray Pageant. Surely he’d been tempted to do that sooner. Trink all the way!
~~~
Flashing
Link walked briskly down the sidewalk. His gaze was lowered, hands jammed into his pockets, and mind oblivious to the star-struck gaping fangirls who had been trailing him for fifteen minutes since he brushed past them in front of the drugstore. Biting the inside of his bottom lip, he frowned. It had not been a good day. And the night so far was looking bleak.
For the third day in a row Amber had clung to him like she was his literal shadow. Every girl (and really, it had been every single one) that had so much as glanced, smiled, or tilted her head in a flirtatious or friendly manner at him had received from Amber a glare that could have killed. Today Link had noticed a number of girls had retreated in the opposite direction whenever he and Amber had walked down the halls to their classes.
Her behavior had been annoying, to say the least. It especially irked him during the Corny Collins Show. He found his arm in a tight, possessive grasp whenever he and Amber weren’t dancing. When he tried to smile or make a comment to a fellow female council member, he was none too discreetly jerked away.
The worse part was that he hadn’t exchanged a single word with Tracy in two days. It seemed he and Amber had been as far from her as possible during the tapings and rehearsals. The friendly smiles exchanged had rapidly dwindled to almost none when the results of those silent interactions had been Link’s arm being pinched repeatedly, hard, and Tracy being on the receiving end of Amber’s cold eyes and sharp, sugarcoated tongue. Sadly, he even had to give up staring at her secretly because Amber seemed to have the eyes of a hawk and could tell whenever he watched her.
He didn’t know what to make of Amber. Nor did he know why she had suddenly become all clingy and jealous. Perhaps he should have felt smug or proud of her display. Instead he was incredibly frustrated and confused. He felt like a yoyo. Up…Amber and he were almost inseparable, always together, the couple to the rest of the world. Down…she pushed him away, keeping him at arm’s length before… Up…drew him back to her. Down… Up… Down… Up… And it repeated again and again. Link had just accepted it before, figuring that was the way things worked. But this time… Down… He was bothered. Because of thoughts of Tracy dancing in his mind, and her friendly, warm personality, and chocolate eyes, he wondered was that how a boyfriend was supposed to be treated. These last three days he had felt like he was a toy to Amber, currently wanted yet also discarded at will. He swallowed thickly. Was that how she saw him, had always viewed him? Would things be different if it—
SMACK!
Link jolted as he collided right into someone coming the other way. Instantly his hands flew to the arms of the person in front of him as he took a step back.
“Watch whe—” he started to snap.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
He blinked. “Trace?” he said in a hoarse whisper, air racing from his lungs.
Open mouthed, he gaped down at the girl. It was Tracy but…dressed in a shimmery pink dress that fell to her knees, with high-heeled dancing shoes. Long silvery earrings dangled from her ears. Her ratted hairdo was gone, replaced with a classy up ‘do, complete with tiny pink roses nestled in her hair.
Feeling like he’d been swept off his feet, Link slowly looked her over from head to toe and vice versa. He still hadn’t remembered how to breathe, and his heart was pounding to a rock-and-roll beat. Pink. He’d once secretly liked the color – when he was younger, watching his mom dance about the kitchen in her favorite light pink summer dress, swaying and twirling gracefully. Now seeing Tracy all in pink…his love for the color came back with a bright flash.
“Link...”
Her soft almost questioningly tone caused Link to realize he was still touching her. Without his knowledge he’d taken two steps nearer to her; his inspecting gaze had halted on her pink shiny mouth; their faces seemed close together; and they were on a public sidewalk.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, backing away, trying not to miss the feel of her skin against his and hoping desperately he hadn’t looked a fool staring at her unashamedly. He coughed. “I nearly didn’t recognize you at first.” He felt completely off balance.
Her cheeks turned pink, matching her dress, and Link almost sighed but caught himself just in time. She lowered her head. “Oh!” she said and bent down to retrieve the bags she had dropped.
Standing still for a second, he moved to helped her, and within moments everything had been rescued from the sidewalk.
“Thank you, Link,” she said when he handed her the last bag.
“Don’t mention it, darlin’,” he responded, starting to feel back in his element. “How you’ve been? Haven’t really seen you around….”
“Yes,” she agreed slowly.
It felt like it had been forever since he’d really seen Tracy. Last Friday he had kept her company as she waited to be picked up by her parents outside the studio, sheltered by an awning from the rain falling heavily. They had joked and laughed, groaned about the hard new dances, and discussed their happiness that it was the weekend. Then Monday had come and Amber.
“I am swell,” she added with a bright smile.
Link smirked in return. “Night on the town?”
She nodded, “Ma and I went shopping and got new dresses and our hair done and are now going to get some ice cream.” She looked herself over and turned slightly, her dress moving with her movement. Then she glanced up at him.
“All dolled up, you look…” beautiful, brushed his mind, “adorable,” he finished. He willed himself not to blush.
Her shyness melted away as she smiled sweetly at him. “Thanks.”
“Tracy!”
Both teenagers turned around, and a woman in a pink dress that almost matched Tracy’s waved from the ice cream parlor three or four shops down.
“My ma,” Tracy said, turning back to Link. “I need to go.”
He tried to hide his sudden disappointment at the end of the moment. “Yeah. Enjoy yourselves.”
“We will. Would…you like to join us?”
Of course he would. He shook his head. “Thanks. But I don’t want to interrupt a girls’ night.”
She smiled again, a new, different smile. His insides were turning to molasses, and he felt like he was standing ten feet tall. “Well, see you tomorrow, then.”
As she started to go, he couldn’t resist asking, “Are you going to wear your hair like that tomorrow?”
“I would like to, but it will probably not hold up with all the dancing.”
He nodded. If she showed up like that, all the guys would be falling over her. Thank goodness for small favors.
“See you, little darlin’.” He waved.
“Bye.” And then she moved through the small crowd to join her mom, and the two disappeared inside the shop.
Link didn’t move until she was gone. Starting to spin on his heels, he turned back when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a flash of pink. Lying on the ground was one of the tiny roses that had been in Tracy’s hair. Slowly he picked it up, his thumb tracing the fabric petals. For one second he touched it to his cheek and sighed dreamily.
He spun around and grinned at the group of teenage girls who quickly parted to let him pass. “Ladies.” And he went off with a skip in his step, the night suddenly looking up, his world full of pink.
~~~
More to come…
Rating: PG (K+)
Previous ficlets: 1, 2
Disclaimer: Hairspray, all characters, places, and related terms are the sole property of Marc Shaiman and New Line Cinema.
Summary: Link kissed Tracy at the end of the Miss Teenage Hairspray Pageant. Surely he’d been tempted to do that sooner. Trink all the way!
~~~
Flashing
Link walked briskly down the sidewalk. His gaze was lowered, hands jammed into his pockets, and mind oblivious to the star-struck gaping fangirls who had been trailing him for fifteen minutes since he brushed past them in front of the drugstore. Biting the inside of his bottom lip, he frowned. It had not been a good day. And the night so far was looking bleak.
For the third day in a row Amber had clung to him like she was his literal shadow. Every girl (and really, it had been every single one) that had so much as glanced, smiled, or tilted her head in a flirtatious or friendly manner at him had received from Amber a glare that could have killed. Today Link had noticed a number of girls had retreated in the opposite direction whenever he and Amber had walked down the halls to their classes.
Her behavior had been annoying, to say the least. It especially irked him during the Corny Collins Show. He found his arm in a tight, possessive grasp whenever he and Amber weren’t dancing. When he tried to smile or make a comment to a fellow female council member, he was none too discreetly jerked away.
The worse part was that he hadn’t exchanged a single word with Tracy in two days. It seemed he and Amber had been as far from her as possible during the tapings and rehearsals. The friendly smiles exchanged had rapidly dwindled to almost none when the results of those silent interactions had been Link’s arm being pinched repeatedly, hard, and Tracy being on the receiving end of Amber’s cold eyes and sharp, sugarcoated tongue. Sadly, he even had to give up staring at her secretly because Amber seemed to have the eyes of a hawk and could tell whenever he watched her.
He didn’t know what to make of Amber. Nor did he know why she had suddenly become all clingy and jealous. Perhaps he should have felt smug or proud of her display. Instead he was incredibly frustrated and confused. He felt like a yoyo. Up…Amber and he were almost inseparable, always together, the couple to the rest of the world. Down…she pushed him away, keeping him at arm’s length before… Up…drew him back to her. Down… Up… Down… Up… And it repeated again and again. Link had just accepted it before, figuring that was the way things worked. But this time… Down… He was bothered. Because of thoughts of Tracy dancing in his mind, and her friendly, warm personality, and chocolate eyes, he wondered was that how a boyfriend was supposed to be treated. These last three days he had felt like he was a toy to Amber, currently wanted yet also discarded at will. He swallowed thickly. Was that how she saw him, had always viewed him? Would things be different if it—
SMACK!
Link jolted as he collided right into someone coming the other way. Instantly his hands flew to the arms of the person in front of him as he took a step back.
“Watch whe—” he started to snap.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
He blinked. “Trace?” he said in a hoarse whisper, air racing from his lungs.
Open mouthed, he gaped down at the girl. It was Tracy but…dressed in a shimmery pink dress that fell to her knees, with high-heeled dancing shoes. Long silvery earrings dangled from her ears. Her ratted hairdo was gone, replaced with a classy up ‘do, complete with tiny pink roses nestled in her hair.
Feeling like he’d been swept off his feet, Link slowly looked her over from head to toe and vice versa. He still hadn’t remembered how to breathe, and his heart was pounding to a rock-and-roll beat. Pink. He’d once secretly liked the color – when he was younger, watching his mom dance about the kitchen in her favorite light pink summer dress, swaying and twirling gracefully. Now seeing Tracy all in pink…his love for the color came back with a bright flash.
“Link...”
Her soft almost questioningly tone caused Link to realize he was still touching her. Without his knowledge he’d taken two steps nearer to her; his inspecting gaze had halted on her pink shiny mouth; their faces seemed close together; and they were on a public sidewalk.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, backing away, trying not to miss the feel of her skin against his and hoping desperately he hadn’t looked a fool staring at her unashamedly. He coughed. “I nearly didn’t recognize you at first.” He felt completely off balance.
Her cheeks turned pink, matching her dress, and Link almost sighed but caught himself just in time. She lowered her head. “Oh!” she said and bent down to retrieve the bags she had dropped.
Standing still for a second, he moved to helped her, and within moments everything had been rescued from the sidewalk.
“Thank you, Link,” she said when he handed her the last bag.
“Don’t mention it, darlin’,” he responded, starting to feel back in his element. “How you’ve been? Haven’t really seen you around….”
“Yes,” she agreed slowly.
It felt like it had been forever since he’d really seen Tracy. Last Friday he had kept her company as she waited to be picked up by her parents outside the studio, sheltered by an awning from the rain falling heavily. They had joked and laughed, groaned about the hard new dances, and discussed their happiness that it was the weekend. Then Monday had come and Amber.
“I am swell,” she added with a bright smile.
Link smirked in return. “Night on the town?”
She nodded, “Ma and I went shopping and got new dresses and our hair done and are now going to get some ice cream.” She looked herself over and turned slightly, her dress moving with her movement. Then she glanced up at him.
“All dolled up, you look…” beautiful, brushed his mind, “adorable,” he finished. He willed himself not to blush.
Her shyness melted away as she smiled sweetly at him. “Thanks.”
“Tracy!”
Both teenagers turned around, and a woman in a pink dress that almost matched Tracy’s waved from the ice cream parlor three or four shops down.
“My ma,” Tracy said, turning back to Link. “I need to go.”
He tried to hide his sudden disappointment at the end of the moment. “Yeah. Enjoy yourselves.”
“We will. Would…you like to join us?”
Of course he would. He shook his head. “Thanks. But I don’t want to interrupt a girls’ night.”
She smiled again, a new, different smile. His insides were turning to molasses, and he felt like he was standing ten feet tall. “Well, see you tomorrow, then.”
As she started to go, he couldn’t resist asking, “Are you going to wear your hair like that tomorrow?”
“I would like to, but it will probably not hold up with all the dancing.”
He nodded. If she showed up like that, all the guys would be falling over her. Thank goodness for small favors.
“See you, little darlin’.” He waved.
“Bye.” And then she moved through the small crowd to join her mom, and the two disappeared inside the shop.
Link didn’t move until she was gone. Starting to spin on his heels, he turned back when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a flash of pink. Lying on the ground was one of the tiny roses that had been in Tracy’s hair. Slowly he picked it up, his thumb tracing the fabric petals. For one second he touched it to his cheek and sighed dreamily.
He spun around and grinned at the group of teenage girls who quickly parted to let him pass. “Ladies.” And he went off with a skip in his step, the night suddenly looking up, his world full of pink.
~~~
More to come…