"I still can't believe Link likes-"
"Do you hear that?" Penny Pingleton questions, cutting off her best friend Tracey Turnblad as she returns from the bathroom, prepared to take back up the conversation they'd been having about Link Larkin and Seaweed Stubbs.
"What?" Tracey asks, arching her brow at her best friend.
"Shhhh… just listen." Penny replies. Tracey heard it too then. A soft 'dink', like a pebble, softly hitting the glass pane of a window.
What the heck is that? Tracey thinks, searching her brain, hoping the answer lie there. Then it hits her. Like a pebble hitting a window. She crosses her room quickly pulling up the blinds of her window, that keep out the Baltimore night. Beneath her window stands none other than the star dancer of the Corny Collins Show, Link Larkin, still dressed in his dashing white tuxedo, his cupped hand dropping the small rocks he holds, when he sees those warm, chocolate brown eyes of hers blinking down at him.
"Link…" Tracey whispers at him, when she's pushed her window open, "What are you doing here?"
"Well I didn't get to say good night to my number one girl…" He replies, his white teeth flashing at her in the night, "Besides babe, I wanted to go to bed with your smile fresh in my mind."
"Awwhhhhhh," Penny gasps from next to Tracey, where's she's listening, hidden just out of sight.
"Here give him this" Penny orders Tracey, pressing the school portrait of Tracey, Link had been singing to (and kissing as well) the night just before this one. Tracey giggles as she takes it from Penny.
"Here, catch," Tracey says, dropping the framed picture of her down to Link, who catches it with ease. He looks down at it, carressing the glass that covers her sweet face, his smile widening.
"It's perfect…" He tells her, as he hugs it to his chest, "I don't suppose there's any way I could get you down here to give me a good night kiss?"
Even with half his handsome face half hidden in the shadows, she doesn't miss his patented wink.
Before Tracey can answer, a third person joins the conversation, "Link Larkin, you said what you came here to say, now get on out of here before I call your father," the voice of Edna Turnblad rings out, breaking the still night air.
Link just grins widely and says, "Yes, Mrs. Turnblad. Good night Tracey, Goodnight Penny, Mr and Mrs. Turnblad."
And with that he's gone, blowing a kiss up at her before he climbs into his car. Tracey watches out her window until the red taillights of Link's black 1960 Ford Galaxy disappear around the corner and she just shakes her head thinking Link was all wrong when he said knowing her was the start of a really big adventure. Laughing softly she closes her window and lets down her blinds, and begins thoroughly discussing this new event with Penny.
Fin.
For now at least, it'll planning on making it part of a series of Trink fiction.