A/N: Hey everyone, this is set a year or two before Hairspray. And yes, I have realised I have a small obsession with Trink. And this may not be the best one-shot ever. That's an understatement.

Enjoy!

She remembers every time she's ever had with Link. She knows there's something there. A special connection. An unspoken bond. Forever and ever.

Even though he's only spoken to her twice.

Note how he's spoken to her. For every time Tracy attempts to speak to him, nothing comes out. But she still remembers both times. Vividly.

The first time was a rainy Friday, in history. She had spent half an hour staring at the back of his gorgeous head. And then he turned round. And looked at her. Her. Tracy Turnflab. All she could do was stare into his big, blue eyes, and try her hardest not to drool.

"Hey…um….d'you have a spare pencil?"

He wanted a pencil. Her pencil. Find one Tracy, NOW. The one behind your hair, stupid.

She pulled one from behind her ear, only realising at the last moment that it was horribly chewed, and she cringed at the fleeting look of disgust on Link's face when he took it.

"Thanks doll."

Wait, Tracy! Quick, say something!

But when she opened her mouth, instead of saying, "You're welcome Link," in a hopefully flirty manner, all that came out was a croak.

Great. Now he thinks you're only capable of frog talk.

He grinned sheepishly and turned around.

Damn.

The second time was so gut wrenchingly embarrassing, she slumped down in her seat and buried her head in her hands just thinking about it.

Penny and she were rushing home, again, attempting not to miss The Corny Collins Show. When she collided, painfully, she might add, with the one and only, Link Larkin himself. And he had to pick that moment, when she was flushed bright red with her hair a mess, and boiling hot from running in mid July, to wink. Yes, wink.

Tracy practically died on the spot. In fact, she would have preferred that, to being sprawled on the floor from bumping into him, looking very unladylike. But he stretched out a hand, offering to help her up. Her face lit up, hoping that she could actually play up the damsel in distress with Link, but her so-called 'best friend' had to pick her up instead.

And then, realising he wasn't needed, he said:

"Sorry darlin', the show's not on today."

And he was gone in a blink.

She nearly killed Penny.

Link's voice snaps Tracy out of her daydreams immediately.

Pay attention, idiot, he's talking to YOU.

"Huh..?"

Oh very coherent Tracy, he'll love you for that.

"I said, Tracy, do you know the time?"

Tracy. TRACY. He knows your name. Oh God. Say something, RIGHT NOW.

"Time you got a watch!"

...Did you actually just say that?!

Link laughs.

He's laughing AT you. Serves you right for not thinking before you talk.

Tracy groans. How cheesy can she get? Why didn't she just keep her mouth shut and point at the clock on the wall?

"Well darlin', I think I need to get more organized, if someone who dozes off in History is more put together than me!"

And with that, he turns back around.

Well done Turnblad, you just blew your chances. AGAIN.

The next time he spoke to her, if there was a next time, she was NOT listening to her brain.