It seems like years ago since the highlight of Hi-Def, Mo, pulled young locker, Glitch, off the street. The young boy had talent and Mo had decided that he wanted to give the child a chance to shine. He took him under his wing and introduced him to the Hi-Def world of dance. Glitch worked hard, trying to impress his idol. Even today, he still finds it hard to believe that it was Mo who had given him a chance. Things change quickly, though.

Glitch wakes with a start. He's scared half to death and coated in sweat but he can't seem to remember what frightened him. He gets up and stumbles through the living room to get to the kitchen and pulls a glass from the cabinet. He fills it with water and chugs it desperately, moving to fill it as soon as it's empty again.

"What'm I gonna do?" he asks himself with a sigh after finishing his second glass of water.

He looks to the ceiling halfway hoping to find guidance but there's nothing other than shadow. Glitch decides to lie down again when the shadows start swirling around and he starts to sway on his feet. On his way back to his room, what used to be a study, his foot catches on the couch and he starts to fall.

"Ah, shi-" he manages before his head hits the floor hard.

He opens his eyes and finds Mo trying to shake him awake. He tries to move his eyes to Mo's but nothing can really come into focus.

"Y'aight, Kid?" Mo asks him uncertainly.

"Yeah," Glitch replies. "Things're jus' outta focus, ya know."

"Think ya got a concussion 'r somethin'?" Mo pushes.

"Nah, 'm aight." Glitch replies.

Mo helps Glitch to his feet and steadies him.

"'M gonna have ta check ya ev'ry hour ta make sure ya ain't gonna die," Mo informs him.

"'S ice, Man," Glitch replies.

Mo walks Glitch away from his bedroom and Glitch is slow to figure out what's going on.

"Where we goin'?"

"My room."

"Why?"

"It'll be easier ta watch ya."

"Oh."

Mo helps Glitch into bed and makes himself comfortable next to him.

"Thanks, Man."

"Ain't a problem, Kid."

Glitch falls asleep immediately, leaving Mo to think. He's noticed that things aren't quite right with Glitch. He's been having trouble sleeping and he seems upset recently. Mo wants to help the young teen but doesn't know what he could do. Glitch doesn't seem very interested in talking about it but Mo knows that if he can get Glitch to talk, it'd be easier to help. He has no experience with talking to teens but he's more than willing to try.

Glitch shifts position and ends up closer to Mo. His face is troubled, like he's caught in another nightmare. Mo pulls Glitch against him and strokes the prodigy's ebony hair hoping to calm him. Glitch seems to relax a little and Mo sighs with relief.

"I know fer sure that somethin's buggin' ya, Kid, 'n 'm hopin' yer willin' ta let me help ya," Mo tells the sleeping Glitch.

Glitch finishes practicing his routine for Just a Dream by Nelly with Mo. Its freezing cold in the parking lot but Glitch manages to perform almost perfectly. Pleased with his progress, Mo offers Glitch a high five only to receive a halfhearted response. Sighing, Mo figures that now is as good a time as any. They're alone, they've had a tough practice, Glitch has done well and been praised.

"Can we talk?" Mo asks pulling down his hood and losing the hat.

"Sure, anything, Bro," Glitch replies.

Mo leads Glitch to a bench by the sidewalk and they both sit down.

"What's been buggin' ya?" Mo asks gently.

"What're ya talkin' 'bout?" Glitch responds

"I know somethin's on yer mind, you've been actin' kinda funny," Mo answers.

"Nothin' ya need to worry 'bout, Man."

"I's definitely somethin' I need ta worry 'bout. Yer my partner 'n my closest friend, Kid. I want'cha ta know that yer free ta tell me anythin'. I wanna be there for ya but it ain't gonna happen if ya can't talk ta me."

Glitch lets his eyes fall to his feet. He can't bring himself to tell Mo, it's just too weird.

"Really, 's nothin',' he says simply.

Mo takes Glitch's chin and turns his face so their eyes meet. Confused emerald orbs meet confident chocolate ones.

"Glitch," Mo pleads.

Glitch flinches knowing that Mo is serious. Mo only uses the full nickname when he isn't messing around.

"Look, I ain't got a clue 'bout the nightmares, I don' even remember most of 'em, and I guess i's just pissin' me off," Glitch explains only halfway telling the truth.

"I know there's gotta be a reason fer the nightmares."

"I don' know where they comin' from."

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah."

"Aight," Mo says with a sigh.

"'M sorry, Bro."

"'S ice, Kid. Jus' make sure ya let me know if somethin' comes up."

"Aight."

Mo offers his fist and, feeling better, Glitch returns the fist bump.

They both get up and Glitch spares a glance at Mo. He manages to catch a glimpse of his eyes before the hat covers them up again. Butterflies start up in his stomach and he looks away.

Mo can't ever know. 'S gotta be a one-sided thing anyway.

"We're gonna haf'ta break it down one more time t'morrow. 'S almost perfect but'cha gotta work on some stuff," Mo tells Glitch with a grin.

"Aight," Glitch replies.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"'M proud of ya, Kid."

"Thanks, Man."

So, yeah, I worked really hard on this and, unfortunately, I didn't come out quite right when I uploaded it here so I'm hoping it's still as awesome as it was when I wrote it originally! There will definitely be more chapters, though! Let me know what you think! =^.^=