Jon made his way to Mikey's room, where he found his daughter primping himself up as usual in front of the vanity. Really, that child spent far too long on appearances. Guess that's what he got for encouraging Mikey to become a cheerleader.
"Mikey darling, you're going to be late if you keep on like this," Jon said.
"One minute mommy," Mikey replied, expertly applying mascara to his left eyelashes. He took a moment to finish up, and then gave his reflection a thorough looking over before turning around to face Jon. "There, all done. What was it you wanted?"
"I- Mikey, what are you wearing?" Jon asked, just now noticing his daughter's tube top and extremely short denim miniskirt.
"Hm? Oh this? Don't worry about it; it's what everyone's wearing."
"Well then everyone is showing far too much skin. Can't you at least put a jacket on over it?"
"But Moooom, me and Tiffany were going to go matchy today!" Mikey whined, his made up features quickly affecting a puppy dog pout.
"Uh, alright, but don't let your father see you like that, she'll have a heart attack," Jon relented.
"Oh, thanks Mommy!" Mikey said, hopping up and giving his mother a hug. "Oh right, that reminds me. Would it be alright if I spend Friday night over at Amber's? The whole squad is going to be there, and it's going to be soooooo awesome!"
"Alright, but if I hear anyone other than you girls were there, heads will roll, got it?"
"Thanks Mommy, you're the best!" Mikey gushed, then noticed the time on the clock. "Oh jeez, I really need to go! Bye Mommy!" he gave Jon a peck on the cheek with his glossed lips, before grabbing his purse and clicking off in his wedge heels.
Jon stood there for a moment, wondering what he was going to do with that girl. Well, no use in standing around worrying, he thought. It was time he got himself together as well.
