fic: contrast
title: contrast
pairing: penny/seaweed, janetta/mo
summary: The first time he’d wanted to take his girl out, Seaweed had driven with Janetta and Mo across half of Baltimore looking for a cinema with only one entrance. The other two had laughed themselves near to death, and in the end he’d had to treat Penny to the diner on North Avenue.
notes: I can't believe I actually did this. Yes, this is a Hairspray fic and I was absolutely terrified I wouldn't get the balance right, not to mention that Seaweed is probably the most difficult point of view I've ever done. Let me know what you think.
He loved the way their fingers looked laced together like they are now. Without proper light, her already pale complexion turned to stark white against his contrasting skin, a hand that almost entirely disappeared in the poor cinema lighting. Flickers of light and shadow danced across their intertwined hands, throwing into sharp relief how tiny Penny’s are compared to his. If he looked up, Seaweed would have seen that these flickers were the doings of Sue Lyon and James Mason moving across the screen.
The first time he’d wanted to take his girl out, Seaweed had driven with Janetta and Mo across half of Baltimore looking for a cinema with only one entrance. The other two had laughed themselves near to death, and in the end he’d had to treat Penny to the diner on North Avenue. Even there, where most people knew about Motormouth’s son and that white girl of his (sure, the one with the crazy mama), they’d gotten stares and whispers. And even though Penny told Seaweed she didn’t mind so much, it was still her who figured out how they could go to the cinema.
When it came down to it, it was really her mama they had to thank for putting the idea in her head. About two days before, Mrs. Pingleton had decided that Penny needed to switch her bedroom to the spare room. Her mama didn’t have the closest idea that it was because she had been going to see Seaweed, but what she did know was that Penny had used the fire escape twice in the past few weeks to sneak out at night. In the spare room, there was no window.
This had aggravated the both of them to no end for the better part of a whole day. At the end of the day, though, Penny got an idea. It was so simple, Seaweed didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it first. Next time he passed by a theater, he made sure to check for a fire escape and a door or window at the top on the colored side.
Which is how he had come to be sitting with Penny in the old, wooden seats, her head resting on his shoulder, their hands clasped in perfect contrast. No one else had any reason to wonder at a little white girl coming in through the fire escape, and the only one that did (a big one who had been eyeing Janetta), well, Mo put him straight for the four of them. Later they would go to the diner and maybe talk about the movie (though Seaweed wouldn’t say much because Penny being there had kept him too distracted to remember they’d come to see a movie at all), and after that the two of them would go back to his family’s apartment. There was no need to guard and defend themselves against a jealous world there, and not only would their hands be intertwined, but their arms and legs, and their bodies would be pressed against one another so their hearts beat almost as one, and the sight of lily-white against midnight black would be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He squeezes her hand.
pairing: penny/seaweed, janetta/mo
summary: The first time he’d wanted to take his girl out, Seaweed had driven with Janetta and Mo across half of Baltimore looking for a cinema with only one entrance. The other two had laughed themselves near to death, and in the end he’d had to treat Penny to the diner on North Avenue.
notes: I can't believe I actually did this. Yes, this is a Hairspray fic and I was absolutely terrified I wouldn't get the balance right, not to mention that Seaweed is probably the most difficult point of view I've ever done. Let me know what you think.
He loved the way their fingers looked laced together like they are now. Without proper light, her already pale complexion turned to stark white against his contrasting skin, a hand that almost entirely disappeared in the poor cinema lighting. Flickers of light and shadow danced across their intertwined hands, throwing into sharp relief how tiny Penny’s are compared to his. If he looked up, Seaweed would have seen that these flickers were the doings of Sue Lyon and James Mason moving across the screen.
The first time he’d wanted to take his girl out, Seaweed had driven with Janetta and Mo across half of Baltimore looking for a cinema with only one entrance. The other two had laughed themselves near to death, and in the end he’d had to treat Penny to the diner on North Avenue. Even there, where most people knew about Motormouth’s son and that white girl of his (sure, the one with the crazy mama), they’d gotten stares and whispers. And even though Penny told Seaweed she didn’t mind so much, it was still her who figured out how they could go to the cinema.
When it came down to it, it was really her mama they had to thank for putting the idea in her head. About two days before, Mrs. Pingleton had decided that Penny needed to switch her bedroom to the spare room. Her mama didn’t have the closest idea that it was because she had been going to see Seaweed, but what she did know was that Penny had used the fire escape twice in the past few weeks to sneak out at night. In the spare room, there was no window.
This had aggravated the both of them to no end for the better part of a whole day. At the end of the day, though, Penny got an idea. It was so simple, Seaweed didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it first. Next time he passed by a theater, he made sure to check for a fire escape and a door or window at the top on the colored side.
Which is how he had come to be sitting with Penny in the old, wooden seats, her head resting on his shoulder, their hands clasped in perfect contrast. No one else had any reason to wonder at a little white girl coming in through the fire escape, and the only one that did (a big one who had been eyeing Janetta), well, Mo put him straight for the four of them. Later they would go to the diner and maybe talk about the movie (though Seaweed wouldn’t say much because Penny being there had kept him too distracted to remember they’d come to see a movie at all), and after that the two of them would go back to his family’s apartment. There was no need to guard and defend themselves against a jealous world there, and not only would their hands be intertwined, but their arms and legs, and their bodies would be pressed against one another so their hearts beat almost as one, and the sight of lily-white against midnight black would be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He squeezes her hand.