Disclaimer: Hairspray, all characters, places, and related terms are the sole property of Marc Shaiman and New Line Cinema.

Author's Note: Just a short series of ficlets centering on Link, Tracy, and kisses. Plot, what plot?


Wishful

Fluttering

Link briefly wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, slightly caught off guard to be the focus of the girl he'd been admiring just a moment ago and Seaweed. Seeing the black boy cover his amused smile with the back of his hand and the girl's sparkling eyes fill with recognition, he tried to swallow his sudden nervousness and spoke.

"Hey."

As Link walked farther into the classroom, he suddenly forgot what else he wanted to tell the girl. Her hands were pressed tightly together; her head bowed slightly, her now dim eyes peeking up at him with sad anticipation; and the corners of her mouth turned down. He was startled by how quickly her earlier happiness disappeared, replaced with uncertainty and…possible fear?

His stomach twisted into a hard knot, and his mouth went dry. This was the first time a girl had looked at him like that, and he hoped he never saw that expression again, especially from the girl before him. He wanted desperately for her beautiful large brown eyes to be full of light again. He wished her frown would turn upside down to its rightful place. Her lips were full and pink. Perhaps he could wipe that pout away with a kiss.

Link's eyes widened. That thought had…come out of nowhere… And – help him – he realized he was tempted to give it a try. It took a moment longer for him to also realize he was staring intensely at the girl's lips. Praying he wasn't blushing, his gaze jumped up to meet hers, then swung over to Seaweed.

He never knew if he made sense while trying to explain to the girl about Corny and the hop. He was too busy commanding himself not to look anywhere except in the girl's eyes and not to even think about those lips that were now turned up in a small sweet smile.