Future Star (A Peek Into The Future)

Nicki and Safaree stood in the hallway of the school waiting for MacKenzie to walk out of the classroom turned dressing room. They both had attitudes at the moment. Safaree was upset because of the rather small dance costumes his five year old daughter suggestively danced around the stage in with a face full of makeup. Nicki was simply upset because he was making a fuss about nothing.

"Safaree, fix your got damn face before she comes out here." Nicki said through clinched teeth so that no one around them could hear.

"No." He looked at her funny. "That shit ain't cute."

"Its a costume! Build a fucking bridge, Safaree." She rolled her eyes.

"She running around here like she work at Sue's and I'm supposed to calm down?"

Nicki's eyes grew wide at his statement, "Are you-"

"Mommy!" MacKenzie ran out with two trophies, three metals around her neck, and her dance bag.

"Baby! Oh my gosh, you did so good!" She smiled.

"We got first in everything!" She said excitedly as her mother took her trophies and dance bag and handed them to her father.

"I know, and you got first in your solos. I'm so proud of you." Nicki picked her up and put her on her hip.

"Did you see me do my turn sequence?"

"Yup. All that practice paid off." Nicki began making her way through the crowd.

"I messed up on my back hand spring though." She frowned.

"Nobody noticed."

"Two judges took off half a point."

"But you got first, baby. It was good." Nicki said as they approached Safaree's truck. She placed MacKenzie on the ground.

"Was I good, Daddy?" She looked up at him as he opened her door.

"The best." He smiled and pecked he cheek before helping her in the car. He was still pissed but he didn't want to ruin her moment. This was the first time she had placed first in all her numbers and only the third time she had danced with and against girls twice her age.

"Tomorrow is mommy and Kenzie day." MacKenzie said as Safaree began to drive off.

"I know." Nicki said. "What are we gonna do?"

"Well." She sang out and stretched the word. "I need my nails done first and foremost."

Nicki laughed, "Wait. First and foremost? And you NEED them done?"

"Um, hmm." MacKenzie said seriously. "Since we don't have to compete for a while I can get polish and my feet hurt."

"What else?" Nicki asked.

"Ummm, I wanna get my eye brows done."

"Nope."

"But why mommy?!" She whined.

"Because MacKenzie." She mimicked her tone then changed her voice back before speaking again. "Your eye brows are fine. Besides, you're too young."

"But I'm not! Jade's mom lets her get hers done all the time."

"Oh, really?" Nicki said with a raised eyebrow.

"Umm hmm."

"Well, if that's the case," Nicki said digging through the purse until she found her phone. She turned and extended her arm to hand it to MacKenzie. "Call and ask if you can live with them."

"But-"

"You telling me about what Jade's mom does for her like she feed you, she clothe you, she pay for you to go dance so go live with them."

MacKenzie bit down on her lip and scanned her mothers face. She sounded so serious and looked it. She shook her head no.

"No?" Nicki asked with the phone still extended out. "I mean, I can call if you're scared and Daddy can take you-"

"No, mommy. I don't wanna go." She had fear in her eyes.

"We'll bring your clothes and stuff tomorrow."

"No." She frowned.

"If you say so." She shrugged and tossed the phone in her purse.

If it was one thing she wouldn't tolerate it was her children telling her what someone else had and comparing her parenting to another person. She refused to give them any and everything just because so and so had it. That's how spoiled and ungrateful children were made, in her mind, and she wasn't raising those. The hardest thing about raising her kids in their environment was keeping them grounded and humble among the five year olds with waxed eyebrows and iPhones.

"Can we go to Make A Mini Me?" She asked sheepishly.

"Of course."

"Oh, and can we go to the movies and breakfast and dinner?" She was back to being perky now that she knew her mother wasn't getting rid of her. 

"Oh, you gotcho whole little day planned out, huh?" Nicki flashed her a smile.

"I thought about it all last night." She said proudly.

"Ok. If that's what you wanna do Cupcake."

"Oh, and I need a pretty dress mommy. . .for the dance. You're still gonna take me to the daddy dance Daddy?"

"Of course." He looked at her through the mirror.

"Are you gonna dress pretty?" She asked and Nicki started laughing. She loved that MacKenzie was still in her cute stages.

"Um, men don't dress pretty baby girl." Safaree said.

"If you wanna be my date you will." She said with a little hint of an attitude only because he had partially offended her.

"Oop." Nicki said before laughing.

"Who you gone take? You only got one Daddy." Safaree said.

"Not if my mama don't find another man."

Nicki put her hand over her chest and began hysterically laughing. MacKenzie was so serious but it was the funniest thing. Nicki looked between the two of them to see the matching frowns that each of them sported. MacKenzie looked just like him when she was mad.

"Oh, word?" Safaree asked.

"You gonna dress pretty?" She asked.

"Son."

"Daddy." She said sternly. "Are you. . .gonna dress. . .pretty?"

Safaree huffed and mumbled, "Yes."

Nicki laughed even harder. She pinched his cheek and he swatted her hand away.

"Aww, Faree." She smiled. "You're gonna be the prettiest man ever!"

"Sure is." MacKenzie agreed with a giant smile plastered on her face now.

Safaree pulled into the driveway of the house that Nicki moved them into shortly after MacKenzie turned three. He parked and looked at Nicki as she unbuckled her seat belt.

"Welp, see you later and tell my baby to call me."

"Alright." He watched her get out then turned to his door that was being opened. He looked down at his tiny five year old as she climbed in and sat on his lap.

"Daddy?" She said while she played with his gold chain how she always did.

"Yeah?"

"Can you come back and tuck me in? Mommy tells the best stories but you tuck me in just right so that I don't get cold at night and no monsters or nothing crawls in with me."

"Of course baby girl."

"Sometimes when you leave me I get sad and miss you." She pushed her lips to the left side of her face and exposed her dimple. It was crazy how she looked just like her mother at times.

"Really?" He asked shocked. "Cause everytime you leave me you take a tiny piece of my heart." He frowned.

"Really?" She beamed. "So, that means you're always with me, Daddy!"

"What? I thought it meant you was a thief." He began tickling her and she giggled.

"Grace!" Nicki called from the door. "Come on girl."

"See you later, Daddy." She kissed his cheek and hopped down. "Oh, and bring my stuff later. Ok?"

"Alright." He smiled as he watched her use her strength to close the truck door. She ran up to her mothers side. He beeped before pulling off.









Eh, I wanted to post something better than this but my laptop is fcked up, the only app for blogger for my stupid windows phone fcks up the format and blogger is acting stupid via mobile web. Once my blogger life isn't so complicated and fcked I'm gonna start a new SHORT story. ^_^ I'malsodonewithLostInTranslationnomatterhowmuchyoubegIhatethatstupidstory. Sorry but you guys have some time to reread it if you like and then it's donezo. Ok? Ok.