Barry Manilow is my dad

Planning(chapter 4)

When I woke up we started to plan my sweet sixteen. Garry had work so it was just me and my dad. Barry Manilow. Not 50 cent. sadly. "so dad" I asked quietly, "ik we never really talked about her but i-is mom gunna come?"

BARRY POV

•FLASHBACK•

*phone call*
Barry-B Susan (mekaylas mom)-

B- Susan ik we broke up years ago but I want to get together one last time
S- why Barry why we broke up like 30 years ago
B- I think I'm gay but like Idk man maybe I've just never gotten pussy lately
S-okay you can come over
B-thanks Susan
(Authors note: yes they had sex no I'm not writing it no there will not be smut)

*different phone call*
S- Barry I'm pregnant
B-WHAT SUSAN WHAT
S-Barry I'm preggo with ur um ur egoo
B-like the waffle brand eggo?
S-GOD DAMMIT BARRY IM PREGNANT
B- o shit but we're not even married anymore and I'm gay susan.
S-what am I gunna do
B-I can't tell the public it's my child
S- okay but what do I tell the child
B- that the dads 50 cent I don't know
S-THATS NOT GUNNA WORK
B-WELL I DONT KNOW SUSAN
S-okay....

•END OF FLASH BACK•
MEKAYLAS POV

"Oh yea sweetie I guess your mom can come I don't know" he said. He looked so confused and out of it. Almost as if he was daydreaming. "dad why don't you take a nap" I said. I could tell he was way to tired to plan my sweet sixteen. I knew he had something on his mind. Maybe my mom. I don't even know at this point. he slowly responded after wiping his eyes "o-okay sweetie" he got up and went to bed. I still had the Mac so I looked up "Barry Manilow and Susan Deixler" pictures of my mom showed up. Damn they were both ugly.EW DAD DIDNT HAVE BAD PLASTIC SURGERY AND HE STILL LOOKED FUCKIN GROSS. After scrolling for fifteen minutes (and puking twice) Garry came home and got a drink of water before coming over to the computer. "Is that your dads old nigga bitch" "yeah" I replied."i hate the hoe" he said. "GARRY THATS MY FUCKIN MOM SHUT UP" "hey hey hey don't hate the playa hate the game" he said while walking up the stairs. he's a bitch. a nigga bitch. He of all people should not be talking he looks like he's the ex husband of someone on the real housewives with his plastic surgery. I went up the stairs and went into my bedroom. I locked the door. "I need to find out the truth" I whispered to myself. So I did. I called 50 cent.

*phone call*
50 cent-C. Mekayla-M

M-hello 50 cent
C-hi who tf is this cuz if you an old groupie from 2001 when I was relevant, go away.
M-No I'm Mekayla Deixler um Manilow.
C-o shit nigga I heard about you. my cousins the black guy on TMZ! He was the one who found out you was on birth control!
M-O SHIT HES MY FAV!
C-REAL NIGGA SHIT!
M-TRU
C-anyways, why you callin.
M-Oh when I was younger my mom always said you were my dad.
C-lil nigga you white as hell! I'm black as hell! I'm like 50 shades darker than you! You retarded or some shit! *hangs up*
*end of phone call*

Why did he hang up on me? I asked myself. Well now I'm screwed. I have to call my mom.