Author's Note: My first fanfic. I wrote this oneshot for my current obsession with Dance Central. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dance Central or its' characters.

"Ow!"

A sharp, stinging pain hit Glitch's palm, forcing him to bring his hands out of the water and soap-filled sink. Upon closer inspection, he spotted another miniscule cut that went spanned the underside of his thumb. Sighing, he continued to wash his hands, taking extra care not to bring further harm to his already damaged digits. At this rate, he was going to need another pile of bandages to cover all of his newly acquired scrapes and bruises. However, at the moment Glitch just hoped they hadn't run out of bandages. It wouldn't have been the first time.

All in all, it had been one spectacularly bad day for the young dancer.

First of all, he'd woken up late and missed the school bus, meaning that he had to walk the whole way to school. Of course, he also got a detention for skipping his first class (which upon hindsight, could have been avoided if he'd actually gotten on the aforementioned bus) and practically bombed his history test (that he never studied for as he'd been too busy practicing some new dance moves).

It didn't help that his parents had chosen this particular day to confront him about his grades. True, he had been slacking off a bit lately as he'd been out dancing with the rest of the Hi-Def crew, but it wasn't a big deal! He could still dance and maintain a near 95 average in (almost) all of his classes.

Of course, his parents didn't see it that way. He'd been pretty sure that at one point during the argument they had even threatened to ground him and enforce a curfew so he couldn't go out dancing with Mo and the others anymore. Not that the he actually cared. He could always sneak out and join the rest of the gang for late night dance battles and still get back home before his parents even noticed.

Which brought him back to his current predicament. His most recent night time excursion had been the most unpleasant experience of the day by far (aside from arguing with his parents). Most of the injuries he'd acquired happened to be from the sharp, jagged rocks that had covered the floor of this night's venue. It also just so happened that he had misplaced his leather gloves and elbow pads he usually wore for dancing. That and the fact that they'd nearly lost the battle was enough to put the young B-boy in a foul mood.

Breaking out his depressing thoughts, Glitch quietly sneaked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the first aid kit. After searching through the cupboards, he quickly found the small box at the back of one of the cabinets just beside the stove.

"Bout time something good happened." Glitch mumbled.

Quickly grabbing the box, he rushed upstairs, hoping that his parents had not heard him. Once he was in his room, the B-boy proceeded to ascertain the extent of his wounds. To his dismay, there seemed to be a larger amount of cuts than he had originally anticipated.

Resigning himself to a long night of patching himself up, he started to dress his wounds using an assortment of bandages, gauze and antiseptics. He was so concentrated upon the task that upon hearing his iPhone playing Technologic, he nearly jumped a foot into the air.

Of all times to get a phone call, this could be counted as one of the worst, considering that the phone's speakers were turned up on high and that Glitch's parents were sleeping in the bedroom just beside his. But for now, the young dancer's interest was piqued; who would be calling him at this time of the night?

Making his way over to the device, he answered the call and was promptly surprised with who he heard over the phone's mini speakers.

"Hey Glitch, How's it goin'?"

"Mo?" Glitch asks. Although he'd just seen the older break-dancer about half an hour ago, the younger B-boy couldn't help feeling as if all his worries had just vanished just from listening to the elder B-boy's voice.

"Yea... well I was just wonderin' if y'were feeling right. Y'didn't look too good and I was kinda worried you'd gotten the flu or somethin'"

Yea, that was Mo all right; always worrying about others and keeping things tight. It's one of the many reasons why Glitch looked up to him as an older brother figure.

"No need to worry, just feelin' a bit overheated" the younger dancer replies.

"Ya sure? Well...just get some rest. Ya did well tonight."

Thanks...well see ya tomorrow"

As he hangs up, Glitch couldn't help but notice that the room seemed much brighter than before, and in more ways than one. Sure he'd had a crappy day, but maybe, just maybe, tomorrow wouldn't be so bad.

The beeping of his iPhone catches his attention once again. A text. Opening it, he finds yet another curious message:

"Check ur side pocket. hope it helps - Mo"

Reaching down, Glitch slips his hand into the side of his pants, curious as to see what was in it. Feeling something solid within, he pulls it out.

A box of Band-Aids stared right back at him. The young B-boy smiled.

Perhaps tomorrow wouldn't be so bad after all.

I wanted to provide more of an insight as to the lives of the characters both in and out of dancing. Hopefully, I can do more of these little oneshots about the other characters and their interactions with each other later. Reviews are appreciated so I know what to improve on.