Hey everybody! I am on a role with writing! :) This will be one of a few chapters in Either Seaweed or Penny pov. This will be their thoughts in the Hairspray Movie. This one will be Seaweed talking to his mom about how Different He and Penny are. There will be more to come INCLUDING Penny's thoughts while she is tide up and Seaweed rescues her! ;-)

I dont own Hairspray..duh..

I was on the porch. It was about to turn dark outside. Momma wouldn't allow us to stay out here after dark. She said it wasn't safe.

I came here to think all the time. Although, until now, i didnt really have much wrong in my life.

But now, the only thing on my mind was Penny Pingleton.

Gosh, she was perfect. Her hair was in curly ponytails everyday. I now realized her favorite food was a lollipop, cherry to be exact. Her figure was long and lean and...Man..I have it bad. I thought chuckling to myself. Every since I met her in detention I just couldn't..

I heard the door creak and my Momma's voice call my name, Seaweed? You out here?"

"Yes momma." I said, not minding her company.

"Now what are you doin' out here so late?" She asked me.

I replied quite softly, "Oh just, thinkin' I guess."

She looked at me as she sat down beside me, her eyebrow cocked slightly, "This doesn't have anything to do with that lovely girl you brought in today?"

Did she have to figure out everything?

"If your talking about Penny, yeah." I sighed, thinking again how absolutely ridiculous this felt. Every time I thought about her I got nervous..

Momma chuckled, "Yeah I was guessing you where sweet on her." her face broke into a smile. "I saw the way she looked at you too." her voice trailed off as I turned my head toward her in surprise.

I stuttered as I spoke, "Wait she looked at me? Wait was it a good look?" I sighed once more. I was obsessed wth this girl.

A white girl.

"Yes, honey you are quite the charmer." Momma told me.

I smiled at her sheepishly.

"Love is a gift, Seaweed. It doesn't matter what people say or do. No one seems to remember that."

"But that's the problem Momma! I've never cared what other people thought of me 'cause I've had to deal with it all my life. But she hasn't She's.." I broke off the sentence, trying to figure out how to describe her.

"She's perfect." I mumbled out solemnly. By 'perfect' I meant allot of things.

Perfectly beautiful.

Perfectly innocent.

Perfectly white.

We could never be together. She probably thinks I was just 'a Negro boy.'

"Sometimes love isn't served on a sliver platter. You gotta fight for it."

"But were not it love yet Momma." I surprised myself by saying 'yet'.

She smiled at me mischievously, "Well maybe not yet, but I gotta feelin' Seaweed." She told me as she stood up to leave me outside alone for a few more minutes.

Oh great, Momma has a 'feeling'. This oughta be good.

Hope you loved it!

SOOOO how was it? Ive never done anything like that before so I hope I did okay! Tell me what you thought! :)