Inspiration
I think you're better than...
Everything? The words were clumsy together; he didn't know what he felt, what it meant, and for the first time he didn't understand. He was supposed to be good at this kind of thing, but he was lost.
Link stared at himself in the mirror. What was most precious to him?
He looked down at his dressing table and something caught his eye; he smiled and ran for the door.
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Corny stared despondently down at the piece of paper and cursed Velma von Tussle. A new song for Miss Teenage Hairspray had seemed easy a week ago, but here he was without an idea in the world and his deadline a matter of hours away. "Corny?" He looked up and winced as he realised Link was in the doorway, and probably had been for some time.
"Sorry, Link," he murmured, flashing a smile. "What were you saying?"
Link flushed again and opened his mouth again. "Uh, well, I've been thinking, and I wanted you to know..." He hesitated for a moment in the doorway, then stepped forwards and clumsily, softly and oh so sweetly kissed him. "I think you're better than hairspray," he whispered, blushing furiously before scurrying away.
Corny sat dumbfounded for a moment, his mind in a million places, before he looked down at the paper in front of him, smiled, and began to write.
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Corny was staring at the floor in utter misery. The dance-off may be over, and everyone's dreams may have come true, but Link had kissed Tracy - and worse, Link had kissed Tracy and looked happy about it. He felt like sighing in exasperation, hating whoever ever claimed that you should just be happy for them.
"But do you really love me, Link?" she asked again, sickeningly sweet. The number of times she'd made Link say it in the last five minutes... The dialogue was almost sickening. Canoodling didn't do it justice, and it just added to his insurmountable wretchedness.
"Yes, Trace," he replied easily, and it made Corny's stomach do a horrible sort of flip. Link's eyes seemed to flutter towards him for a moment, and he didn't bother hiding his anguish. "You're just as good as hairspray," he said loudly and clearly as he pulled her into a hug, and Corny's heart passed his stomach from his feet and wedged around his vocal chords as Link looked over Tracy's shoulder, winked and smiled.