I have a quick note: Glitch and Li' l T are older here. They are 18 and 17 respectively. I say that because they are the only ones that visibly aged in my story (I won't do any lengthy descriptions about how they look now, they just basically lost their baby-faces). The rest are roughly looking the same as they did when Glitch was 13. Also, Dr. Tan got out of the time warp… thingy… because he found a rip, got out in sometime in the far future, used a time machine, and got here roughly 2 years before this story starts.

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"Fuck no."

"You are the most compatible, Milen. Mismatching is a bad idea." Rasa said.

"Oh, so setting up me up with a total manwhore…" Milen said.

"Oh shut up! We were set up this way too." Glitch said. "Only difference is that we were friends so it was easy to get along." Milen scoffed at this.

"I just don't want to share a hotel room with him. And don't tell me what to do, goblin." Milen growled.

"Hey, giant, stop being an asshole." Glitch raised his voice. Milen seemed hurt.

"I was referring to your highlights, moron." Milen growled again and walked angrily away with hands in his pockets.

"Yuuup. Definitely a chick." Glitch said. Aubrey opened her lips to say something. "… Before you object, look at the way Milen behaved. Every guy would like to be tall." Aubrey shook her head at Glitch's argument, but didn't say anything. Glitch went after Milen.

"Milen, I'm going to be straightforward. Are you a girl?" Glitch asked when he saw Milen, already busy with a sandwich.

"Ahm ethinhg." Milen said with a mouthful.

"I can see that. Nod or shake your head." Glitch said. Milen didn't do anything. He just finished his bite. Slowly. While Glitch got very annoyed.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Curiosity."

"Milena."

"What?"

"The name's Milena, not Milen. Yes, I'm a girl. Dunno why is this so important. It's not like I specifically stated that I'm a guy in my interviews, or anything. People just like to assume things." Milena said before she returned to her sandwich. This caused Glitch to grin.

"Still not a creative name. I also am sure about why you got embarrassed earlier."

"Me? Embarrassed? Pff." Milena's fake laugh was pretty obvious on this one.

"Oh, come on. You don't want to share a room 'cuz you have the hots for Cyril." Glitch nudged Milena with his elbow. Milena shot him an annoyed face, which caused Glitch to laugh.

"I don't have any feelings besides annoyance towards that guy." Milena muttered. He then left Milena to her sandwich.

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Meanwhile, the Glitterati sat on their chairs and read the newspaper while sipping on champagne. Jaryn couldn't believe what she read. "Dr. Tan and the infamous Glitterati dancing team are teamed up to destroy Dance Central and rule the dancing world.". Maybe they did try to destroy the Dance Central indirectly by trying to be the top dancing group, but they wouldn't do something large like robot copies of themselves and actually having to destroy Dance Central set as their goal. If there were no other decent dance groups, how were they supposed to be the best dancing group by fair competition? No, that didn't satisfy them at all.

"Kerith, I know that we are enemies with Dance Central, but we have to go there and explain some things."

"Let's do it tomorrow, then."

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"Argh! Move your ass! It's a single bed and we have to share it!" Milena kicked Cyril.

"Sleep on the floor." Cyril muttered to the pillow he laid on. She sighed, and removed the bind from her chest, she took off her pants and coat.

"I hear that you gave up." Cyril said. Judging from the tone of his voice, he was surely smirking. Milena could almost see it. He annoyed her. Without thinking twice about it, she climbed onto the bed and laid herself on top of Cyril's back.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Trying to sleep, fuckface."

"Are those boobs?"

"Yup." Just as Milena said that, Cyril turned, causing Milena to fall off of his back. Cyril looked at Milena with a look of pure horror on his face.

"On second thought, keep the bed." Cyril took a pillow from the bed and placed himself on the floor. Milena figured that this means only one thing. She is about as sexy as a soggy cornflake.

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I'm sorry that it was short and Milena-centric. I'll do better next time.