First fanfic. Let me know how i did. thanks.

Disclaimer: I'm laying on my bed chewing pumpkin seeds, not sitting in an executive office with champagne. Of course i dont own hairsray!

Tracy sat at the edge of her bed allowing the tears of anguish and sorrow to drown her make-up. At the moment she didn't care if her do was deflated. She was squinting at the words in her handwriting trying to continue her journal entry before she let the pain cause her the biggest headache she's ever experienced.

It was months after the pageant. She remembered the pageant day well. It was early June and the events that took place within the hours of the day included Inez becoming the lead dancer, inevitably integrating the Corny Collins show, Penny being kicked out of her house for being in love and of course the most important event was the kiss. The joining of lips and passion that was shown on live television for all of Baltimore to see. Link Larkin, the man of her dreams had gently kissed her and she remembered how it felt to feel his moist lips curl up into a grin. As she recalled this day ( and this particular moment of this day) she remembered that it was moist, passionate and real.

It was not one the many fantasies she had of Link for the past three years.

Ever since she set her eyes upon the blue eyed heartthrob with his perfectly sculpted black hair dancing on Corny's show, all she would allow her mind to do was wander off and get lost in a daydream about him. It was usually of what her first kiss would be like or of the day she became Mrs. Link heartthrob Larkin. But the kiss she experienced so many months before was not a daydream and in the moment that kiss occurred, Tracy realized she was closer than she ever deemed possible of becoming Mrs. Link heartthrob Larkin. She was so sure of that being fact that the thoughts running through her mind at the present moment seemed so shocking though deep down she felt this way for quite some time.

He was flawless. His body, his voice, his cheekbones, his muscular frame and even the tiny curl of his hair that swayed in front of his eyes detached from the rest of his do had a perfect resemblance of a crescent moon. Yes everything about Link Larkin was perfect, it seemed that he was God's handpicked version of perfection. The more Tracy looked at him and the more time she spent with him, the more the question that seemed ohsoobvious would cross Tracy's mind. What was perfection like that thinking when he kissed a girl like me?

Tracy knew she was genuinely nice and that she truly cared about others and at first she was convinced that's why Link liked her but within days of being his girl questionable but not unrealistic questions formed. Would Link ever love her? What was there to love? How could he ever be attracted to a girl like her? She may have been on the verge of failing most of her classes but Tracy Turnblad was not as dense as she seemed. She had ignored the rude comments and glares of jealously from kids at school when she was seen with Link but she had not forgotten them. People just couldn't understand why they were together and she wasn't about to allow their opinion to change the situation, but slowly their opinion was becoming her own.

Tracy had reassured herself that she had a lot to offer and that if she was just herself, in time Link would love her. Much to her dismay whenever she witnessed Link looking at other, prettier, skinnier girls her confidence would drop slightly. She knew just being her, wasn't enough. She had to be the girl Link deserved. Whatever interested him, was who she became.

FLASHBACK

Silly thoughts managed to circulate her mind once more but this time Tracy would not allow them to make her sad. She figured it wasn't healthy to torture herself twice in one day but it wasn't easily forgotten. Shelley was flirting with Link on the side and Tracy wasn't able to stop it. They were on the air and Tracy was performing a telegram request with IQ. She was twisting away with IQ by her side. She was contently dancing away and enjoying the rhythmic music, that is until she saw them.

Link wasn't watching her dance, he didn't even seem to realize IQ just brushed the underside of her breast. He was lost in conversation with Shelley who had the biggest faux smile Tracy had ever seen. She was an inch too close to Link, with her chest sticking out and her eyes staring up into his. He seemed innocent enough, as if Shelley was just one of the guys, which left hope in Tracy's mind that is until she touched him.

"Whore," Tracy had uttered upon seeing the unwanted contact of Shelley's palm grazing Link's pants.

"Tracy…what did you say?" Corny mumbled through his famous 100 watt smile. Tracy had been intently watching the flirtatious vibe Shelley was in and hadn't noticed that she was no longer twisting away or that Corny had addressed the council members to give Tracy and IQ a round of applause or that then he had just asked Tracy what she thought of the new song.

"Errrm, I liked it very much Corny. The lyrics were beautiful," she smoothly corrected and all who heard had momentarily forgotten the outburst but only momentarily.

"And we're off!" called the new station manager moments after Tracy's minor fiasco. She made her way to Link's mirror unsure of what to say to him or if it was even allowed for her to cry over something so little. She and Link made a pact not long after the pageant that they'd be honest with each other. She loved Link very much, although she wouldn't admit that so soon and she considered him one of her good friends. She just needed to know she could trust him.

"Link," Tracy spoke in almost a whisper.

"Hey darling," he voiced while turning to face her. He leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Are you ready to go?"

"Go?" Tracy was caught off guard, she literally had no idea what he meant. Did they have plans?

"To the drive-in. I asked you before the show if you wanted to go with me."

All she did was change her expression from a shocked, slightly nervous frown to an inaudible "oh"

"Actually could you pick me up in an hour. I, uh.. need to help my ma with something."

"Sure, darling no problem"

END OF FLASHBACK

As she finished with the 3rd can of hairspray needed to support her do, she glanced upward at the many photos she kept of Link. He always had a different expression on his face and for a brief moment she allowed herself to contemplate just how many expressions this perfect man could relish in one day. She stared at the walls with a blank expression as she got lost in this trail of thought, until she saw out of the corner of her eye, a figure standing in the doorway.

'Hey Trace," hearing Link's voice brought a wholeheartedly smile to Tracy's face and although this made Link's heartbeat skip several times, the look on her face before he spoke had not escaped his mind. In one swift movement, he glided from her doorway and quickly kneeled down where she sat so he was staring right into her eyes. "What's wrong darling? Are you okay?"

Why did he have to be so damn nice? Why couldn't he be gorgeous on the outside and ugly on the inside. That way it be easy on the world not to absolutely fall in love with him. Sadly no, he had to be perfect inside and out and he had to choose Tracy as has girl. Undoubtedly she was grateful but she was also dazed and confused. Could what she felt for him be considered "true love"?