Believe it or nawt but I got this idea from MYSELF! You see im an athlete *whenever im not on the internet trolling LOL* and I play a lot of sports but I love soccer. And in Teen leadership we did a guided reading thing. And my teacher said that I was addicted to soccer. Not in a haha way. But in a serious obsessive way. I don't think I am though. I really don't think me trying to practice at least 20 minutes a day just so I don't get rusty at it counts as addictive . but some of the experiences for Glitch really have happened to me not with dance though but with soccer. SO enjoy :)

Glitch's heart was beating incredibly fast. He couldn't catch his breath and was sweating all over. He collapsed on the floor not being able to breathe. Glitch pounded his gloved hand on his chest trying to catch his breath. Finally being able to breathe her stood up and reached for his Gatorade.

Glitch checked the time on his phone. 7:24. He should be heading home in a little bit. Glitch shook his head and went to replay the song. No. He had to keep working. He needed to practice. Even if Mo didn't like it when he pushed himself too far. But this was the only way he could even dance with Mo and not look stupid. Even if Mo said Glitch danced amazing.

Amazing wasn't good enough though. He needed to be one step farther than amazing. He needed to be perfect. Glitch swallowed the last taste of water in his mouth before he performed the song again. For the 47th time today.

"Glitch where has yo ass been?" Mo yelled when Glitch finally walked through the door. Mo instantly regretted his words. All the signs were there. Glitch litterly dripping with sweat. Gltich`s face tomato red. Glitch limping. And him looking very nervous.

Glitch was pushing himself too far again. Mo crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow at Glitch. "Glitch…where were you?" Mo asked his friend his anger growing. Glitch widened his eyes and gulped before stuttering "I-I-I was um….feeding the poor?". Mo shook his head and then said emotionless "then go get me some water Glitch." Glitch eyes widened and nodded his head. He took a step towards the kitchen but instantly yelped in pain. "mhmm does 'feeding the poor' have you pull a muscle?" Mo growled and carried Glitch carefully and laid him down on the couch. Mo jogged to the kitchen and pulled out a pack of ice and ran back to Glitch who incredibly was trying to listen to his IPod.

"WHAT are you doing?" Mo cried snatching the IPod away. Glitch looked down in shame and mumbled "I wanted to listen to the song I was practicing to, so I can remember the beats." Mo shook his head and unbuttoned Glitch's pants revealing his red boxers. He placed the Icepack on the throbbing red skin. "Can…I please listen?" Glitch pleaded his eyes wide. Mo shook his head. "No you need to relax. You need to learn the meaning of that." Mo scolded. Glitch bit his bottom lip and looked down. Mo sighed and ruffled Glitch`s hair and said "Glitch you don't need to push yourself so hard…you dance amazing the way you already do. I'm happy no matter how you dance."

Glitch was silent. Mo exhaled through his nose and Bent down next to Glitch. "Glitch….you don't need to be perfect. I'm happy just the way you are! Everyone is!"Mo explained. Glitch smiled weakly acting like he got Mo`s point.

But the thing was Glitch didn't. It wasn't just for Mo. Yeah I huge part of it IS for Mo. But another part of it was for himself too. Perfection was a treasure Glitch would do anything for. Glitch remembered talking about it with Mo once when he was younger and more open.

"Glitch what about perfection makes you want it so much?" Mo asked Glitch. Glitch picked at his cuticle and said honestly "Because if I'm perfect than ill have the right to dance with you. And when other people look at me and they try to find something bad about my dancing and no matter how hard they try they see im an amazing dancer. And I want to be the best at dancing…so I won't be 2nd to anybody anymore" young Glitch squeaked.

"But why are you so afraid of being 2nd?" Mo cried taking young Glitch`s hand. Glitch exhaled and stared at Glitch with his big bright eyes. "because somebody told me I wasn't good enough…at least not good enough to dance with you." Mo stared at Glitch and gripped the youngins hand tighter and caressed his cheek with the other and said very sternly. "Those people are them. Not me. If I didn't think you were good enough to dance with me. I wouldn't. Plain and simple."

"Mo might be blind to our levels of skill, but everyone else obviously isn't" Glitch thought. Glitch was overall popular in school. For his level of swag and his rep for HI-DEF. His fanclub always made him think sometimes "Maybe I don't need to be so hard on myself" but then his haters would come and drag his spirits right back down. And then Glitch was even worse off than before! His two main haters were a Jealous bratty girl named Alicia and some wannabe playboy named Jake. Glitch couldn't bring himself to hate them. Because he assumed their hateful words were true, and they were just the bravest ones to tell Glitch to his face.

Mo gently picked up Glitch and carried him to his room and laid him gently down on the bed. Mo sat on his bed with him and stared and Glitch. Glitch was like a little brother to him, and he didn't want to see Glitch get hurt. Mo ran his fingers through Glitch`s hair relaxing Glitch.

Mo stayed by Glitch`s side intill he fell asleep. Mo pecked Glitch on his forehead and turned off Glitch`s desk lamp an returned to the living room. Mo picked up Glitch`s pants which he had stripped off Glitch earlier and dumped them into the laundry basket by the kitchen and walked into the laundry room.

Mo picked up each clothing and tossed it into the wash. Mo picked up Glitch`s pants and a crumpled up piece of paper fell out of his pocket. Mo tossed the pants into the wash and bent down to pick it up. Mo unfolded it and read it out loud.

"Don't act so big and bad, your nothing but a spineless wannabe poser version of Mo. PS: Yo dance has gotten even worse. Are you TRYING to look stupid?"

Mo felt his anger leveling. He shook his head and crumpled the note back up and tossed it in garbage near the washer. Glitch was NOT a bad dancer. So the fact people would say stuff about Glitch made Mo pissed off. If you were calling Glitch a bad dancer. You were calling Mo a bad dancer. And Mo was NOT gonna take that lying down!