The first time he took a puff he couldn't decide if he liked it. The second one he tried simply because he was curious and by the third he felt something relax in his mind. The red circle slowly burned away the cigarette and by the time it was gone, Glitch was calm, just watching the sunset.
Practice today was hard. Nothing even compared to moves Mo was making them do. With the new Dance Central competition coming up, everyone was stressed. Mo just took it a little farther then need be. He didn't have to be so…..cruel?
Glitch pondered over the word. Was Mo being tougher than usual? Everyone was trying their best, Glitch could tell. They were all sweating, trying to listen, trying to copy Mo's moves. They were really trying. Did he really have to yell though?
It was all because Glitch messed up the last move, because he was a few seconds late. Mo just lost it. While the rest of the crew was trying to calm him, Glitch stood in silence. "I'm Sorry Mo." Glitch finally spoke.
Mo didn't look pleased nor did he seem that angry anymore.
After that practice was canceled for the rest of the afternoon.
The train ride home was quiet. Mo didn't speak and Glitch didn't want to talk about what was wrong. He just knew something was bothering Mo. After the train ride, Mo and Glitch split. Mo heading home and Glitch heading to the nearest Gas station. He grabbed a couple of snacks and left.
On his way home he just happened to find THEM. Just lying there on the sidewalk. Glitch knew THEY were bad, but curiosity just happen to be the victor.
Home was anything but welcoming. It was dark and there were no sounds. The only light was from the outside and that was slowly fading away. So Glitch threw his stuff on the table, grabbed the matches that were in the drawer and went outside to the back. He sat up against the wall pulled out one of the few cigarettes that were in the pack and lit one.
That's why he is here now. Just sitting in silence. His cigarette gone and the sun had set and him going over today's events. He almost enjoyed those few puffs. It smelt funny but the way he just concentrated breathing in and out made him feel better about today.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be better and Mo will be in a better mood. Just have to keep hopes high that's all. Glitch took the pack and shoved it into his pocket as he stood up to go inside. Walking into the silent house he suddenly became worried. He just smoked a cigarette. Mo would kill him. Mo is gonna kill him.
Glitch chanced a glance towards the upstairs, watching to see if there was any sign of life. He quickly grabbed his things off the table and bounced up the stairs like he always did, so he didn't seem suspicious.
He threw his things into his room and as the door was shutting he was already ripping off his clothes. The door slammed hard, a little too hard for Glitch's liking and he could already hear the sound of Mo's door opening. Glitch sprung for his dresser, scrambling to get a clean set of clothes. He threw his dirty ones under his bed just as Mo knocked on his door warning Glitch that he was entering.
Mo didn't seem angry when he entered. He was silent though as he sat on the bed. "Glitch I'm sorry….For yellin at ya." He whispered. "I'm just stressin." His sentenced stopped short. He rubbed his head trying to think of what to say next.
Glitch stood there waiting. Knowing that Mo was apologizing for his actions and even though Glitch's heart was beating loudly in his ears, he could still hear Mo's deep soft voice. Glitch began to make his way the bed when he notice that the pack of cigarettes peeking out from under the bed.
Mo didn't seem to notice and Glitch silently prayed that he would never notice. So as he sat on the bed he tried to be as cool as can be when he kicked them underneath.
"What was that?" Mo asked his brown eyes staring at Glitch's feet. Shit. Glitch panicked.
"Just a box." Glitch lied and Mo could always tell cause Glitch could never keep still when he lied. Mo's eyes narrowed. Liar. Glitch thought and repeated continuously in his head. He's not stupid. Mo got down to the floor and Glitch did nothing to stop him. Panic was rising in him as Mo reached underneath the bed and pulled out Glitch's dirty clothes.
Mo seemed surprised but laughed. His bad mood gone as he tossed the clothes to the floor. "Ya didn't hafta lie about your dirty laundry lil' man." Mo ruffled Glitch's hair and Glitch relaxed at the touch.
Mo left with a final pat to the head and a good night. The door shut quietly and Glitch was left alone in his room. He reached under the bed and pulled out the pack of cigarettes. He just stared at them for a while. For some reason he didn't want to throw them away, but he knew they would get him in trouble. Glitch furrowed his brow and tossed them in his pile of dirty laundry. He'll deal with them tomorrow.