We all know I own none of these characters so yeah.

Few Things I Would Love To Clarify. Not EVERYONE Sleeps Till 11:00 In The Morning. We Are Assuming For The Sake Of It That They Can Get Up At 10:00 Or 10:15 In The Morning. Also This Is A Fan Fiction. It Isn't Supposed To Completely Make Sense. It Is Supposed To Be A Cute Story To Read. I Got A Few People Harping At Me Over Details. Another Thing Is That Asking Someone To Talk And Asking Someone On A Date Are TWO Different Things. He Didn't Ask Her On A Date That Night Of The Hairspray Pageant. He Asked Her To Meet Him So They Could Talk! Hope That Clarifies Things! Sorry If I Seem A Bit Mean But Some Of The Reviews Were Really Rude. One Person Told Me I Should Do Myself And The World A Favor And Stop Writing So That Is Why I Am In A Bad Mood About Some Of The Reviews.

And You People Who Were Nice, Which Were More Than The Bad Reviewers, THANKS! I Am Glad You Like It! I Just Wanted It To Be A Cute Story!

Six Rounds

Chapter Two: I'll Primp But Won't Be Late

"Mother will you stop it!" Tracy said, swatting her mothers hands away from her hair.

"Tracy Turnblad!" Edna said in a strict tone. "This is your first date and I want you to look nice."

"I need the hairspray ma!" Tracy said reaching for the can that Edna had taken off her dresser. Edna quickly began combing through Tracy's hair.

"You need no such thing Miss Turnblad! You will go with braided hair!"

"Come on!" Tracy whined again. "No one braids their hair anymore. It isn't cool!" She ducked away from her mother and scurried across the room to grab the can of hairspray. "Ahh!" she said. "Just let me do it my own way! Isn't that what I am supposed to do? Be me?"

Edna sighed. "To think I gave up a coin operated laundry mat for you." Edna said walking towards the door.

"Oh come on ma." Tracy said laughing slightly and going over to hug her mother.

"Tracy I just want you to be happy." She said, kissing her daughters head before heading out.

Tracy watched her mother head down the hall then ran into her closet. What could she wear? What could she possibly wear? It was a date. This wasn't just any event. She had to look good. She had to… What did she have to do? Tracy looked at her clothes, dread flowing over her a bit. One thing seemed to come into her mind that she had never really thought about before. All the dresses showed that she was overweight. She didn't want to look overweight for Link. She wanted to be perfect. Perfect people weren't overweight. Perfect people were like Amber. They were blonde haired, blue eyed and weighed ninety pounds, not one hundred and ninety.

Tracy leaned against one of the walls in her closet and slowly sunk to the floor.

"Everybody warns that he won't like what he'll see." She sang softly. She took a deep breath, leaning her head against the wall. "But I know that he'll look inside of me." Tracy rubbed her head. What if he didn't? What if he realized he didn't want to be with someone who looked like her? He wanted to be with someone who looked like Amber. He wanted someone who was perfect, like Amber. Amber was perfect…

"What chya doin'?" The voice of Tracy's best friend came. Tracy looked up to find Penny leaning against the doorframe of the closet door, looking down at her.

Tracy popped up from the floor. "I was just… You know just…"

Penny watched her, waiting for her to go on, when she realized Tracy was just going to keep going on and on not saying what was up she pulled her gently out of the closet and sat her down on the bed before going into the closet and looking through the dresses. "I'm thinking a deep shade of blue." She said.

Tracy laughed slightly before fixing her eyes to the ground. Penny always seemed to get what was up and instead of talking about it right off the bat she would make Tracy feel better first. She pulled out a cute little dark blue outfit and showed it to her. "Magnifique!" She said with a grin, making Tracy laugh again.

"I am so glad I know you Penny." Tracy said.

"I'm glad I know me too." She said, taking it off the hanger and throwing it at Tracy who got changed and then looked in the mirror.

"I'm doing your hair." Penny said as she went through Tracy's hair with a brush.

"You don't think this dress makes me look too fat?" Tracy asked softly.

Penny frowned. "Tracy will you stop worrying about that! Link asked you out didn't he. It wasn't like he didn't have a choice. He wants to date you. Now stop moving your head." Penny began to put Tracy's hair up on top of her head in a high bun, spraying it endlessly with Ultraclutch.

"But maybe he was just…" Tracy began but stopped when Penny sprayed the mirror with Hairspray till you couldn't see the reflection anymore.

"Stop worrying about it Tracy!" She said, before getting back to the hair. Once she was done she grinned. "VOILA! You are a masterpiece waiting to be discovered by the watchful eyes of Linkin Larkin."

"You never run out of strange phrases do you?" Tracy asked laughing.

"Never!" Penny said. "Now go!" You have two minutes before you're late."

"WHAT?" Tracy said in shock, looking at her clock before sprinting out of her room and down the steps. Soon enough she was out front to see a black car right in front of the apartment. She got in to see Link in a green outfit, adorable as ever.

"Perfect timing." He said with a grin before driving off.

'Primped but not late!' Tracy thought, a grin on her face.