🔍Shayla's in for a shocker - she's about to kiss her apartment goodbye😭

**📞 Scene: Shayla bursts into her best friend Mia’s place, clearly in meltdown mode. **

Mia:
Whoa—Shayla? What happened? You look like someone told you Beyoncé retired.

Shayla:
I wish it was something that minor. Mia… I’m about to lose my apartment.

Mia:
…
I’m sorry, WHAT do you mean “lose your apartment”? As in “oops I misplaced my keys” or as in “pack your life in boxes, girl”?

Shayla:
As in PACK. MY. LIFE. IN. BOXES.
I came home and found a notice on my door. A bright red one! Like they wanted to make sure it ruined my day in style.

Mia:
Oh no. Oh NO. A red notice? Red is never a good sign. Red means danger… or sales. And this was NOT a sale, huh?

Shayla:
Unless we’re calling it a “50% off your dignity and stability” sale, then no.

Mia:
What did it say?

Shayla:
Something about “building renovations,” “everyone must vacate,” “30 days,” and “we apologize for any inconvenience.”
Inconvenience???
Mia, losing WiFi is an inconvenience. Losing your apartment is a whole life crisis!

Mia:
Wait, wait, didn’t they send you something earlier? Like an email?

Shayla:
Girl, I don’t read the emails from the building. Last one was about “laundry etiquette” and some guy leaving socks in the washing machine. I thought this was another sock saga! I didn’t think it was about—THIS!

Mia:
Okay, okay, breathe. We can figure this out. Did you call the management office?

Shayla:
Yes. I called. And you know what they told me?
“Miss Thompson, we sent three notices.”
THREE.
Apparently I’m supposed to psychic-ally sense which ones are actually important!

Mia:
Wow. They really said “good luck, babe” and hung up, didn’t they?

Shayla:
Exactly that energy.

Mia:
Alright, so you have 30 days. That’s… not a lot. But we can work with it. What do you want to do?

Shayla:
Cry.
Then scream.
Then maybe run away to the mountains, start a goat farm, and pretend I don’t have problems.

Mia:
Goat farms are not the solution to everything, Shayla.

Shayla:
Maybe not EVERYTHING… but like 93% of things.

Mia:
Okay, but realistically—do you want to look for a new place? Crash with me for a while? We can turn the living room into a Sleep-Shayla Zone.

Shayla:
No, no, I can’t just invade your apartment.

Mia:
Girl, you literally eat half my snacks every time you’re here. It’s basically your second home already.

Shayla:
…
Okay that’s fair.

Mia:
So listen: tonight we’re gonna sit down, scroll through listings, eat something absolutely terrible for our cholesterol, and figure out your next move. You’re not going through this alone.

Shayla:
I swear you’re the best friend on earth. Even though your couch is extremely, aggressively lumpy.

Mia:
That’s okay. Your life is extremely, aggressively chaotic. We balance each other out.

Shayla:
You know what? Let’s do it. Let’s find me a new place. Preferably one without mystery notices and surprise eviction vibes.

Mia:
Deal. And hey—maybe this is the universe pushing you into something better.

Shayla:
I hope so. Because right now it just feels like the universe drop-kicked me into the street.

Mia:
And yet—you’re still here. Now grab your laptop. It’s apartment-hunting time.

Mia:
Okay, I’ve found one place that looks decent. Two bedrooms, hardwood floors, and—oh. Well. The rent is… ambitious.

Shayla:
How ambitious?

Mia:
Let’s just say it’s giving “Are you Beyoncé?” energy.

Shayla:
Mia. I am not even Beyoncé’s neighbor. Next.

Mia:
Alright, here’s one in your price range!

Shayla:
(Looks)
Mia… why does the kitchen have carpet?

Mia:
…
Oh my gosh it DOES. No. That’s a crime. That is a criminal offense.

Shayla:
Imagine dropping spaghetti sauce. That carpet would hold grudges FOREVER.

Mia:
Nope. Swipe left. Immediately.

Mia:
Okay, okay, how about this studio? Cute, modern, affordable—

Shayla:
—why does it say “bathroom is shared with two other units”?

Mia:
Oh. Oh no. A shared bathroom? Like dorms?

Shayla:
I am a grown woman. I refuse to fight strangers for shower time.

Shayla:
This is hopeless. I’m gonna end up living in a treehouse.

Mia:
Honestly? Treehouses are trending. Cozy. Organic. Nature vibes.

Shayla:
Mia.

Mia:
Right. Not helping. Sorry.

**🚪 Suddenly, Shayla’s phone rings. **

Shayla:
(Glances at caller ID)
It’s my landlord.

Mia:
SPEAKER. NOW.

Shayla:
(Answers)
Hello?

Landlord (flat voice):
Hi, Ms. Thompson. I just wanted to remind you about the move-out timeline. Renovations begin the first week of next month.

Shayla:
Yes, I saw the notice. I’ve been looking for a new place—

Landlord:
Wonderful. Also, the water in your unit may be shut off for the next 48 hours during pre-renovation checks.

Shayla:
…
I’m sorry, WHAT?

Landlord:
Just temporary. Thank you for understanding. Have a great day!

Click.

Mia:
OH my gosh. You’re telling me they’re kicking you out and taking your water? Who do they think they are, the villains in a Disney movie?

Shayla:
I swear he hung up before I could even yell at him.

**🍕 Shayla collapses back onto the floor. **

Shayla:
I’m done. Finished. Expired. Return me to sender.

Mia:
Nope. Unacceptable.
Girl, we are not letting a carpeted kitchen defeat you. Get up.

Shayla:
No.

Mia:
Get. Up.

Shayla:
Noooo.

Mia:
(Throws a pillow at her)
GET UP.

Shayla:
(Finally sits up)
Okay fine. But only because you assaulted me with fluff.

Mia scrolls again.

Mia:
Oooh. This one looks promising. Cute building. Good price. And—OH? It says “available immediately.”

Shayla:
Let me see.
(Clicks the listing)
Wait. This looks NICE. Like suspiciously nice.
What’s the catch?

Mia:
Scrolling… scrolling…
Hmm. It says:
“Landlord lives on-site and is very involved in community life.”

Shayla:
Define “involved.”

Mia:
I’m seeing pictures of him hosting BBQs… and a building-wide knitting club… and is that… a talent show?

Shayla:
Do I look like I want my landlord judging me in a talent show?

Mia:
Depends. What’s your talent?

Shayla:
Stressing.

Mia:
You’d win first place.

Suddenly—

Shayla:
WAIT. Look at this one.

Mia:
(Leans in)
Ohhh… this one is GOOD. Modern kitchen. Big windows. Pet-friendly. The rent is normal. Flooring isn’t carpet in weird places—

Shayla:
And look! Laundry inside the unit! Not downstairs next to that creepy vending machine that only sells Dr Pepper Zero.

Mia:
Call them. CALL. THEM. NOW.

Shayla:
(Grab phone, dials)
Hello? Yes! I’m calling about the apartment on Maple Avenue—
(Beat)
Yes, I can come see it today!
(Beat)
Three o’clock? Perfect!
(Ends call, stares at Mia)
WE HAVE A TOUR. AT THREE.

Mia:
SHAYLA. THIS IS IT. THE UNIVERSE IS FINALLY BEING NICE.

Shayla:
Or it’s setting me up for emotional damage. But I’ll take it.

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