A//N: Hey, hey, hey!! We is be in the hizouse. Hope u enjoy 1 of our fav chappies!!
"Ow!"
"Stop moving."
. . .
"Ow! Why'd you poke it?!"
"I didn't poke it, Link! You're just moving too much."
"Am not!"
"Are too, now stop being childish so I can get the splinter out of your finger!"
Link started pouting while Tracy searched his finger for the splinter that had not shown up yet. Tracy was beginning to become suspicious if there even was a thorn in the first place.
"Link, I don't see it," Tracy informed him.
"I think I would know if there was wood in my finger Trace," Link insisted, "Besides, I'm sure I wouldn't lie after I risked my life trying to rake the leaves, while accidentally slamming the rake on my own toes!!"
Tracy sighed and sat up, stretching her back from leaning over inspecting his finger for the past hour. An hour earlier, Link was trying to get on Edna's good side by kindly going outside to rake up dead leaves. Tracy forgot to mention that their rake was made of wood and he might want a pair of gloves, because - being Link - she knew he wouldn't have realized this.
After successfully obtaining the rake from the garage, he managed to poke holes through his shoe by stabbing them with the rake. After doing that, he reached down to grab the fallen rake, then ended up thinking he had gotten a splinter in his finger.
'Who would've guessed that the school's heartthrob would be so... commonsensless (if that was even a word)...' Tracy thought to herself.
"Trace," Link sniffled, "I know you're thinking I'm dumb right now, 'cus you usually get that look on your face when I do something stupid..."
"M-me? Think y-you're dumb? Never," Tracy stammered, internally freaking out, thinking Link had figured her out.
"Then... what were you thikning 'bout?" Link asked like a pre-schooler asking the guy she had a crush on.
"Uhh... that you're..." Tracy looked around the room, searching for something to say. Her eyes landed on her makeup case.
"Your... color is SO medium beige!" Tracy confirmed, hoping he would buy it.
Link sat silent for a minute, facing away from her. Tracy got worried.
"L-link?" she tried. He flipped around, tears in his eyes.
"Medium beige?! I was hoping for light crea-he-he-hem!" He bawled the last word, plopping his head on Tracy's shoulder.
...With Seaweed and Penny...
"When a maaaan loves a woooomaaaan... he can do her no wrooong..."
"If she's maaad, he can't see it, she can do him no wroo--"
CRASH!!
"Oh, Seaweed! Are you okay?!" Penny asked her boyfriend, whom was now laying on the floor.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he lied, not wanting to show his pain.
They were going to be dancing on the Corny Collins show to "When a Man loves a woman", but Penny, not used to dancing, was having a hard time keeping up with Seaweed and often stepped on his toes and/or tripped him.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I'm just so clumsy." Penny fretted, getting a frown on her face. The last thing Seaweed needed was to be put BACK in the hospital.
"No baby, its alright, lets just rest," Seaweed comforted her.
They were sitting on the couch talking and stilling kisses every now and then from each other. They decided to go see what Tracy and Link were up to. They soon arrived at their wanted destination.
...With Tracy and Link...
Tracy was lazily lying on the couch flipping through channels while Link was in the kitchen helping Edna bake a pie.
The doorbell soon rang.
Edna excused herself from the kitchen long enough to answer the door.
"Hey there kids, why don't you come on in," Edna greeted Penny and Seaweed.
"Tracy Hon, you have company!" Edna called into the living room
"Coming!"
"And Link you can continue with what we were doing in there, I need to run to the store to get more flour!"
"Yes Ma'am!"
"Oh, hey Pen, Seaweed!" Tracy greeted her friends happily.
"Hey Trace, where's Cracker Boy at, he's usually with you," Seaweed spoke first.
"He's in the kitchen," Tracy informed him, "you can go and get him if you'd like."
"Oh, I plan to," Seaweed muttered to himself
Meanwhile in the kitchen with Link, he was reading the directions out of the cookbook to himself.
"Ok, a pinch of sugar," He quietly spoke, and as soon as his hand was in the bag Seaweed snuck up on him.
"CRACKER BOY!"
Link jumped causing the sugar to go everywhere.
"Dang it Seaweed!"
When Link turned around Seaweed's eyes bugged out as he saw that Link was wearing a flowerdy apron that was to short for him.
"Umm. . . Link?" Seaweed started, "why are you wearing a . . .umm . . . apron . . . with flowers on it . . . that is WAY to short for you man?"
"Oh this? Just helping Mrs. Turnblad with the pie," Link informed him, making a gesture with his hand toward the ingredients on the table.
"The apron?" Seaweed asked once more.
"Oh . . . it's Trace's and Mrs. Turnblad said I needed it so I wouldn't ruin my clothes." Link told him, "but don't you think it brings out my eyes?" Link added jokingly, batting his eyelashes.
". . . uhh"
"I'm kidding Seaweed."
". . . and I knew that," Seaweed added nervously.
Soon Penny and Tracy entered the kitchen talking about random girl stuff.
"Hey guys," Penny started, "we were just wondering-" she cut off mid-sentence, "LINK! What are you wearing?"
"Mrs. Turnblad told me I needed it so I wouldn't ruin my clothes, gosh, I didn't know it was that bad!"
"Why were you baking in the first place?"
"Why weren't you?"
"Ok, good point," Penny said, "but we were just wondering if you guys wanted to go to the diner to get a milkshake or something."
"I'm good with that," Link stated.
"Me to," Seaweed added.
They were headed out the door when Tracy stopped Link," Umm, Link?" Tracy asked pointing to the apron.
"Oh right," Link said while he took it off and put it back in the kitchen. Then they left to go to the diner.