Hello~~

This is mah first ever Dance Central fanfic :3 I've been wanting to write one for awhile, and I've finally organized my thoughts enough to do it! Huzzah!

There will be some swearing in this, and I'm sorry if there's some OOC-ness. It's haarrrdd writing like these characters xD

Onward!

"Dayum, dude!" Taye laughed loudly over the cheering of the crowd, high-fiving Mo. "Y'all were on fire!"

He grinned, white teeth gleaming in the lights. "Ya know it," he chuckled. "I swear, tho', Glitch did tha moves perfect-ly!" He turned around to give the prodigy a high-five and found that he was nowhere in sight.

Mo frowned, looking around. "Where he at?" he asked.

Taye shrugged, popping a sucker into her mouth. "Didn't see 'em since the battle ended." A dark flash passed over her eyes. "Ya don't think Lu$h over there did somethin' to 'em, do ya? Ta get back atcha fer winnin'?"

Mo shook his head immediately. "Naw, they ain't that mean," he responded adamantly. "Angel wouldn't hurt a lil' kid, even if he did have mad skills. 'N Miss Priss…" His voice trailed off and he grimaced. "Ange'd stop 'er before she did anythin'."

Taye held up her hands, signalling that she'd drop her side of the argument. "Whateva you say." She glanced over to where lil' T had a man twice her size in a headlock, screaming like a banshee.

"Ugh, I gotta go 'n stop 'er before they call tha cops," Taye said in exasperation, taking off her hoop earrings. "Tell me if ya ever find 'im, 'kay?"

"Sure," Mo murmured absently, scanning the crowds from underneath his hood.

"Oh. Em. Gee."

Mo blinked a few times and looked behind him to see the last person he wanted to see: Miss Aubrey. She had her hip cocked to the side with her hand on it, and her trademark bitch-face on.

"Uh, what?" Mo responded dumbly. He scanned through his memories, trying to figure out what he'd done wrong. Besides beat Aubrey's team.

"This is a party, you imbecile!" Aubrey snarled, slapping his arm with surprising force. "And you're just standing there like a freakin' statue. Come on, use some of those 'winning' moves you showed earlier."

"I believe he is searching for someone, Aubrey," Angel said, putting his hands on the girl's shoulders. He turned to Mo and gave him a half smile. "Glitch, is it not?"

Mo nodded, thrusting his hands into his pockets and kicking the ground. "Yeah, you seen 'im?"

"Oh, I did," Emilia said, breaking into the conversation.

"Eavesdropper," Miss Aubrey accused her in a huff, arms crossing over her chest and ignoring Angel's disapproving look.

Emilia ignored the red head's comment. "He said he needed to call someone and needed peace and quiet. You know where that Café Blu is?"

He flashed the girl a sheepish grin. She rolled her eyes before saying with exasperation, "I'll show you where it is."

"Thank you-u-u," he said sweetly.

"Shut it-t-t," she responded in the same tone.

"I will go with you, friends," Angel said, smiling at the friendly interaction. "I am not in the mood for the…excitement of a party at the moment."

Miss Aubrey huffed angrily and threw up her hands. She twirled on one of her heels, perfect, curly hair bouncing as she disappeared into the dancing crowds. The trio all ignored her—they had gotten used to her pouty nature long ago—and continued to where Glitch was.

As they neared, they could hear the teenager talking rapidly in Korean and moving restlessly from foot to foot. None of them had a clue what he was saying, but it was obvious by his high-pitched voice and clenched fists that he wasn't happy.

"Sup with him?" Emilia asked Mo, frowning and tilting her head to the side while she observed him.

"Do ah look like I speak Korean?" Mo asked her bluntly.

"Well, maybe you'd picked some up or somethin'," she defended herself, giving him an ugly glare.

"'Maybe you'd picked some up or somethin','" Mo mimicked her, holding up his hands.

"Wow, you're such a—"

"Children," Angel cut in, tapping them lightly on the shoulders. "Are we going to talk to him or not?" They glared at him before continuing to walk over to Glitch.

Glitch huffed in defeat as he listened to his mother firmly talk to him on the other end of the phone.

"I can't just go alone," he argued in Korean. "They're teacher-parent conferences. Not teacher-student conferences! I'll look like a total idiot all by myself!"

"You're still going," his mother restated firmly. "It says in the email it's mandatory. If you don't go, then your responsibility grade will drop."

Curse his school with coming up with that stupid thing!

"I'll do extra work?" he tried weakly, knowing what his mother's response would be.

"I thought you were doing the extra work," she said in an accusatory tone.

Glitch's eyes widened. Shit! "I-I am," he quickly assured her. "I-I just messed up my word choice. I meant make-up. You know how I get sometimes."

She grunted. "Make sure to break that habit. It gives people the impression you're stupid."

"I'll try to," Glitch responded, purposefully keeping his voice steady and even.

"And you know I don't believe in make-up work," Glitch's mom continued. "You should get it right the first time, and if you didn't—well, too bad for you."

"Mhm," he said absently. He gave his friends a small wave when he realized that they were now next to him.

"Sup, dude?" Mo said loudly. Glitch quickly put a finger up to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. Mo silently apologized as Glitch turned around and continued talking to his mother.

"Hey, I gotta go, Mom," Glitch said hurriedly before his mom could continue complaining about his faults. "I, uh, have to help Cynthia with her Science project."

"Oh!" his mother beamed. "You two are finally dating?"

"MOTHER!" Glitch screamed in disgust, making his friends jump in surprise. "We're just friends!"

"Your father and I started out as friends," she pointed out. "Besides, I think you and Cynthia would be a cute couple. You would have such beautiful children."

"Oh my—Mom, just stop it," Glitch said, his face on fire. "I'm fourteen. Stop—thinking—about—me—having—kids."

"Yes, yes," she chuckled. "Keep denying it all you want." Someone said something to her in the background, and she responded, too muffled for Glitch to understand. "I have go, too. We just got some new patients and we're short-staffed."

"Alright," he said. "Do good."

"Bye, sweetie."

"Bye, Mom."

Glitch flipped his phone shut and put it in one of his baggy pockets. He turned on one of his heels to face his friends, smiling brightly.

"Sorry, dudes," Glitch said, now in English. "My Mom called."

"'S fine, lil' man," Mo said.

"It is rude to scream at your mother like that," Angel playfully scolded him. "And why is your face so red? Were you talking about a girlfriend of yours, perhaps?" Angel wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, making Glitch gag.

"Why's everyone think we datin'? She's like my sis! That'd be just plain nasty!" Glitch whined, flailing his arms wildly.

"Whatever you say," Emilia said in a singsong voice, not an ounce of belief on her face.

Before Glitch could point that out, Aubrey and Bodie came storming up. Both of them were glaring at the other, shoulders tight and their walks purposeful.

"Dance Battle," Miss Aubrey snarled, latching onto Angel's arm and dragging him away.

"Now," Bodie added, doing the same to Emilia.

"You guys comin' to watch?" Emilia called out to Mo and Glitch over her shoulder, allowing herself to be led by her determined partner.

"Hell yes," Mo grinned, eyes hidden under his jacket.

"Wish I could, yo," Glitch said ruefully, "But I gotta head home."

Mo frowned. "Can't ya stay fer just awhile longer?" he complained, following Glitch as he started to walk away.

"I seriously can't," Glitch apologized. "I have school in the mornin', and I hafta go really early to talk to my social studies teach 'bout some things I missed."

"Ew," Mo said, wrinkling his nose. "I hated social studies." Glitch made a sound of agreement as they reached the sidewalk. "Wan' me to walk ya home?" Mo asked.

"Naw, it's okay," Glitch said easily. "My home's not too far, 'n I can tell ya wanna watch the dance battle. Text me who wins, yeah?"

"Sure thing, bro," Mo said, putting his hands into his pockets and leaning back on his heels. "See ya tomorrow?"

"Duh," Glitch laughed. He turned around and started the ten-minute walk to his house.

Mo went back to where the party was, finding his way next to Taye, who had a disgruntled lil'T next to her.

"You find the lil' dude?" Taye asked him, watching as Lu$h finished their routine and Riptide started.

"Yeah, but he had ta go home," Mo said. "Somethin' 'bout school."

"At least he has his priorities straight," Taye responded, cheering loudly when Emilia pulled off a backflip.

Meanwhile, Glitch had finally fumbled the key into the lock and entered his quiet house. His head was pounding with a massive headache, making his whole body ache and shiver.

The whole walk home Glitch's head had been filled with the dreadful thoughts about his parent-teacher conference. Showing up alone would just give the bullies at his school more reasons to harass him.

"Dammit," Glitch cursed under his breath as he threw himself onto his bed face first.

Conferences were going to suck. Big time.

Right when Glitch was finally drifting off into an uneasy sleep, his phone started to loudly blare its ringtone. Who the hell's callin' me at three 'n the mornin'? Glitch snarled slightly as he answered the call without looking at the ID.

"What?" he snarled into the phone irritably.

"Hey, Glitchy."

Glitch sighed, anger evaporating into annoyance, rolling onto his back. "What is it, Cynni?" he asked tiredly. "I was just 'bout ta sleep."

"Jeez," Cynthia pouted. "I was just calling to say hi. Is that such a biggie?"

"When I'm trying to sleep? Yes."

"Eh," she said. "You're awake now. So what's up? Didya get that thing sorted out with your mom?"

"Nope," Glitch said sourly. "I still have to go. Goddamn it."

"Can't ya just skip it?" Cynni threw out. "Your rents are in Africa, they'd never know."

"Yes they would," Glitch said. "The teaches email the kids' rents if they don't show."

"Oh, right."

"Yep."

"Maybe my rents can fill in for yours or something,'" Cynni offered. "I don't think they'd care."

"Still won't work," Glitch shot down. "Our conferences 're on the same time 'n we have different teachers. An' yo' rents hate me for putting glitter in the air vents, 'member?"

"That was so awesome," Cynni giggled. "Best. Prank. Ever."

Glitch grinned. "You were pullin' glitter outta your dog's fur for weeks," he snickered with her.

"Gah, I'm sorry, dude," Cynni sighed. "I really wanna help ya, but I have no idea how. Mike an' his asshole friends're gonna totally rip on ya for weeks 'bout showin' up with no parents."

"This is just gonna be fabulous," Glitch said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm gonna end up—"

"I know what you can do!"

Glitch winced, pulling the phone away from his ear slightly because of Cynni's sudden outburst.

"What is it—" the dance prodigy started to say.

Cynni was so eager that she started speaking before the words had even left his mouth.

"No," Glitch stated bluntly after she was done. "No, no, no, no, no and no again."

"Yes!" Cynni argued. "They won't care! They're, like, you're best friends!"

"Do you know how much shit they'd give me?" Glitch argued. "They'd dangle it in front of my head for the rest of my life!"

"You're such a drama queen," Cynni snorted. "Just ask one of your dancin' buddies to go with you. I bet you twenty bucks they won't blackmail ya an' will do it."

"Cynni, I'm too tired to argue with you," Glitch groaned, eyelids drooping. "Can we just talk about this in the morning?"

"I guess," Glitch's friend reluctantly said. "But don't think I'll forget. I have the memory of a freakin'—"

"Good-night, Cynni."

"Argh, fine. Night, Glitchy."

They hung up, and as soon as the dance prodigy rolled onto his stomach he was out like a light, snoring loudly.

Welp, there's the first part ;) Review plz! It truly does mean the world to an author :x