UPDATED FINNALY! At first I lost all interest but I was rereading Restart trying to see how far I got….I was inspired AGAIN. Plus this is my first story that I ever thought of and made on FF. So of course Im going to finish it…even if I have to deal with a Mary-sue for a Glitch! It has value to me … :)
After that day me and Mo met up a lot. I was currently living in an old abanded warehouse near the subway. Not as bad as it sounds actually. I 'borrowed' some home appliances. So it actually looked pretty tight. As for clothes Mo bought me a maroon jumpsuit with awesome yellow headphones. It oozed Swag.
Today Mo told me to meet him in the subway. This wasn't a problem for me since I could be underground in 4 minutes. I adjusted my yellow headphones in the mirror and smoothed down my maroon jumpsuit. I really wanted to look good for Mo. I always checked how I looked in the mornings before I faced Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. For the past couple weeks since Iv been hanging out with Mo. Stephen began to stop showing up in my mind less and less.
It seems the more I bonded with Mo. The more I forgot about Stephen. Which is a good thing…I think. I adjusted my gelled up hair one more time before I made my way down to the underground subway. In New York. Subways were for actually going places. The Subways in Dance Central; California were used for dance offs. I spotted Mo in his Multi colored shirt texting on his phone. He looked up for a split second and smiled at me.
I sped walked twords him, trying not to look to eager to see Mo. Which I was. "Yo wassup Lil man." Mo greeted holding out his hand. I returned our secret hand shake and we chest bumped. "I doin aight, so what you drag me own here anyways fo?" I asked crossing my arms. Mo tried to keep a poker face but I could see him trying to hide his smile.
Stephen was like that too. He could never keep a poker face. "Close your eyes" Mo sang. I rolled my eyes and chuckled before slapping a hand over my eyes. "No peeking either!" Mo scolded. I rolled my eyes under my hand and groaned "I'm not!." "Ok open them".
I pulled down my hands and looked at Mo. I felt my body stop at the matching Multi colored shirt in Mo`s hand. A card covered in multi colored bars rested on top. I gulped. No. This wasn't happening. I couldn't possibly be good enough to….Mo was talking about starting his own Dance crew and he kind of hinted he wanted me in it…but I never knew he was serious!
Mo took my silence as confusion. SO Mo got down on one knee dramatically and said "Glitch…Will you start a dance crew with me?". I Busted out laughing at Mo. But then I saw he was serious. "Wait…you want me to join your dance crew with you?" I blinked my mouth hanging open a bit. "Wrong" Mo said getting back up on his feet. "I want you to RUN the dance crew with me" Mo smiled shoving the shirt in my damp hands. I stared at Mo in awe. "You really think im good enough to run a whole crew with you?" I squeaked hugging the shirt to my chest. Mo place a hand on my shoulder which made me lose my breath.
"Glitch…Iv seen you dance. Your amazing. Don't be afraid of some punk whiney ass bitches saying you cant dance. Because you CAN dance. And lots of people would think of it as a honor to be on your crew…our crew" .Mo explained sternly at first but smiled at his last words. I smiled big at the praising words. "sooo what do ya say?" Mo asked handing the multicolored card to him. I gently took the card curious wanting to see what was inside. "Will you be co. Captain for Hi-Def?". I snapped my head to look at Mo in awe. "Hi-Def?" I squeaked. Mo simply smiled and nodded. I couldn't believe it. Mo took my idea for a crew name!
Couple days ago I had complimented Mo`s multicolored shirt and Mo casually mentioned if Glitch was captain of a dance crew what would you name it. You know what? Shut up he mentioned it REALLY casually so of course I didn't suspect anything! And I thought about a name mostly the whole day. But then it just came to me. HI-DEF.
Mo raised his eyebrows at Me telling me to answer the question. I unzipped my maroon jacket and took off the shirt underneath, forgetting for a second I was in a public place and slipped on the shirt. "I always wanted to have my own dance crew…" I smiled to myself and smoothed down the cool fabric. "Now for our first duty for Hi-Def!" Mo declared. I looked at him confused. Then Mo shoved me into a crowd where they were watching dancers. He soon followed after me. People started to cheer for Mo. Since he must have done this a lot.
"I wish for you" Started on somebody's boom box. I froze and started to shake. No. No I couldn't dance to this. I promised myself I never would again. To follow it up….I felt really really cold, like when I first came to Dance central, that cold wind was back again. Mo looked at me confused. I shook my head and ran from the circle and the cold wind. Tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I haven't cried anymore since I met Mo…but this is where draw the line. I cuddled up in a dark part of the subway and rested my head on my knees crying quietly. I could hear "You're a jerk" playing in the distance. And that's what I felt like. A jerk.
"Glitch! What happened out there?" Mo cried jogging up to me. I refused to lift my head up and just shook my head and whimpered "I can't". Mo sat next to me and rubbed my back "Why not?" he asked worried. I still didn't look up and squeaked "You wouldn't understand". Mo sighed impatiently and said "Glitch, there's a lot you don't know about me. And one of them is I WOULD understand, so tell me what's wrong." I finally looked up and strained to talk "That was the song Stephen was dancing too when he was shot."
Mo eyes widened , the only sound that could be heard from the both of us was the faint song "you're a jerk." I shook my head and mumbled "I promised myself I would never dance to it again…". Mo wiped my tears falling down my cheeks with his thumb and I could have sworn I heard him say "You really are just like him..". I looked at him weird "what?". He shook his head at me and strained a smile "oh nothing."
"anyways Glitch, I know it might been really hard to hear that song and I'm sorry." Mo began running a hand through my hair. "But you can't avoid something forever…and Glitch…maybe you should dance to the song…it would make you feel better" Mo explained. "HOW! How can I just stand there and dance to that song knowing that in the 2nd chorus Stephen was shot do you know how that makes me feel!" I blubbered. "How do you think Stephen feels , he probably watching you right now! How do you think your making him feel by refusing to dance to something because of him?" Mo spat right back at me.
The cold wind then came back. I wrapped my arms around myself and started to chatter. Why did this keep happening? This cold wind…it always came when I thought of Stephen. Mo noticed me chattering, he took his hood off his head and handed it to me. I slipped my shivering arm through the warm jacket and zipped it up. We were quiet for a little bit before I broke the silence. "I don't want to upset Stephen" I said simply staring at my feet. The wind became even colder. Mo brushed my sideburns carefully and leaned in and said "I know, I know, you loved Stephen, I can see that…but he`s gone…the sooner you accept this, the sooner you can get your life back" Mo soothed.
I stared into Mo`s eyes. When I was with Mo, it didn't feel like Stephen was gone at all. It felt like I was sitting right here with Stephen. "I did get my life back "I mumbled. "huh?" Mo asked confused raising his eyebrows at me. I shook his head not wanting to scare Mo off. I wrapped my arms around myself feeling the cold wind suddenly get colder. Why didn't Mo feel it?
"Want to go home lil man?" Mo asked his buddy. I stared at the crowd in the distance and nodded. Mo and me stood up and walked towards the stairs. I then suddenly felt warm again. I stole a glance at Mo real quick and dug out his wallet. Inside my wallet was a picture of him and Stephen. Stephen had his arm around me and his big dimples poking out. I placed it in front of everything so that's all I could see. I looked at Mo from the corner of my eye an sighed. I stared at the picture and then ripped it in half.
I felt my heart tear, but I ripped it again and then dropped the remains on the floor and followed Mo up the stairs. I would dance to "I wish for you" someday. But in order to do that, I needed to get over Stephen.
For Mo, For Stephen and for me.