When Shayla finds out that Iman has gifted Delicia a new Car.😱Full Story BELOW👇

 When Shayla finds out that Iman has gifted Delicia a new Car.😱


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Scene: Shayla’s apartment. Late evening. Shayla is on her phone, scrolling. Delicia is in the kitchen pretending not to listen.
Shayla:
 …Wait.
 WAIT.
Delicia:
 What?
Shayla:
 No, no, no. This has to be a joke. Tell me this is one of those fake motivational posts.
Delicia:
 Shayla, what are you talking about?
Shayla:
holds up phone
 THIS. Iman. Standing next to you. And why—WHY—are you leaning on a brand-new car like it belongs to you?!
Delicia:
 …Because it does.
Shayla:
 😐
 Say that again. Slowly. With courage.
Delicia:
 Iman bought me a car.
Shayla:
 …
 …
 I’m sorry, did you say bought or borrowed?
Delicia:
 Bought.
Shayla:
 As in paid money. Real money. Adult money.
Delicia:
 Yes, Shayla.
Shayla:
paces the room
 No. Nope. Absolutely not. Iman doesn’t even like committing to dinner plans, but suddenly he’s Oprah? “You get a car!”?!
Delicia:
 Why are you yelling at me?
Shayla:
 Because I’m confused, betrayed, and slightly impressed—and I don’t like feeling all three at once!
Delicia:
 I didn’t ask for it.
Shayla:
 That’s even worse.
Delicia:
 How is that worse?
Shayla:
 Because that means he WANTED to do it. Voluntarily. Joyfully. With no pressure!
Delicia:
 He said he wanted to help me.
Shayla:
 Help you?? Shayla needed help last year and he sent me a motivational quote.
Delicia:
 This isn’t about you.
Shayla:
 Oh it absolutely is. I introduced you two!
Delicia:
 You introduced us at a party. You didn’t donate him.
Shayla:
 Still! There should be rules! A waiting period! A questionnaire!
Delicia:
 You’re acting like he proposed.
Shayla:
 Honestly, a car is WORSE. Rings don’t need insurance.
Delicia:
crosses arms
 Why can’t you just be happy for me?
Shayla:
 Because I don’t understand it. How long have you even been talking?
Delicia:
 Six months.
Shayla:
 SIX MONTHS?! I’ve known him three years and all I got was emotional ambiguity!
Delicia:
 Maybe he’s different with me.
Shayla:
dead silence
 …Say that again. Slower.
Delicia:
 Maybe… he’s different… with me.
Shayla:
 Wow. Okay. That hurt and you didn’t even raise your voice.
Delicia:
 I’m not trying to hurt you.
Shayla:
 Then why does it feel like I just lost a competition I didn’t know I was in?
Delicia:
 Because you’re comparing.
Shayla:
 Because I’m HUMAN.
Delicia:
 Look, I didn’t post the picture to rub it in your face.
Shayla:
 You used the sparkle emoji.
Delicia:
 It was a sparkly moment!
Shayla:
sighs, sits down
 So… what kind of car?
Delicia:
 …A black Mercedes.
Shayla:
 Of course it is.
Delicia:
 Fully paid.
Shayla:
 I need water.
Delicia:
 Do you want to see it?
Shayla:
 No.
 …
 Okay, maybe just once.
Delicia:
 Shayla.
Shayla:
 I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at the universe for being so loud about favoritism.
Delicia:
 You know this doesn’t mean you’re less than, right?
Shayla:
 Logically? Yes. Emotionally? I want to flip the car.
Delicia:
 Please don’t.
Shayla:
 I won’t. But I will judge him forever.
Delicia:
 Fair.
Shayla:
pauses
 …Is he happy?
Delicia:
 Yeah. He really is.
Shayla:
softly
 Then I guess that’s… something.
Delicia:
 You’ll be okay?
Shayla:
 Eventually.
 But tonight? I’m dramatic, wounded, and ordering takeout.
Delicia:
 I’ll pay.
Shayla:
 As you should. Car-adjacent privilege.
Later that night. Takeout containers everywhere. Shayla is quiet. Too quiet.
Delicia:
 You’ve been staring at that noodle for five minutes.
Shayla:
 I’m grieving.
Delicia:
 Over noodles?
Shayla:
 Over the life I thought Iman and I might accidentally have if the stars aligned and he healed emotionally.
Delicia:
 …Wow.
Shayla:
 Don’t “wow” me. Let me process.
Delicia:
 You know you and Iman were never really—
Shayla:
 —Don’t finish that sentence. I know. But feelings don’t care about logic.
Delicia:
softens
 I didn’t mean to hurt you.
Shayla:
 I know. Which is rude, honestly. If you were evil this would be easier.
Delicia:
 Do you want me to give the car back?
Shayla:
 ABSOLUTELY NOT.
 If he bought it, he needs to STAND on that decision.
Delicia:
laughs nervously
 You’re really not mad at me?
Shayla:
 I was.
 Now I’m just… recalibrating.
Delicia:
 Recalibrating what?
Shayla:
 My standards. Because clearly the bar has been underground and I didn’t notice.
Delicia:
 Shayla—
Shayla:
 No. Listen. If a man can buy a car, he can communicate. And I will accept nothing less moving forward.
Delicia:
 I like this version of you.
Shayla:
 She’s tired but she’s evolving.
Delicia’s phone buzzes. She looks at it. Hesitates.
Shayla:
 Why did your face just do that?
Delicia:
 It’s… Iman.
Shayla:
 Oh. Of course it is. What does Oprah want now?
Delicia:
 He’s downstairs.
Shayla:
stands up immediately
 WHAT?
Delicia:
 He said he wanted to make sure everything was okay.
Shayla:
 He bought a CAR and now he’s checking on EMOTIONS?
 Oh he’s changed-changed.
Delicia:
 Do you want to talk to him?
Shayla:
 No.
 …
 Yes.
 Actually—no.
 Wait. Yes. I want closure with snacks in my system.
Delicia:
 I’ll tell him to come up.
Shayla:
 Tell him nothing. Let him feel the tension.
Knock at the door. Delicia opens it. Iman steps in, holding flowers. He freezes when he sees Shayla.
Iman:
 Hey… Shayla.
Shayla:
 Iman.
Iman:
 I didn’t know you were here.
Shayla:
 And I didn’t know you were Santa Claus. Life is full of surprises.
Iman:
 …Okay. I deserve that.
Delicia:
 I’m going to the kitchen.
Shayla:
 Oh no. Stay. I want witnesses.
Iman:
 Look, Shayla—if this is about the car—
Shayla:
 It’s not about the car.
 It’s about the effort.
Iman:
 I didn’t mean to hurt you.
Shayla:
 I know. And that’s the thing. You never meant anything. That was the problem.
Iman:
quiet
 You’re right.
Shayla:
 I spent years making excuses for you. Delicia didn’t have to ask. You just… showed up.
Iman:
 Because I was ready.
Shayla:
 And I met you before you were.
Iman:
 Yeah.
Shayla:
sighs
 I’m not angry anymore.
Iman:
 You’re not?
Shayla:
 No. I’m relieved.
 Now I know it wasn’t about my worth—it was about timing.
Iman:
 You deserved better than the version of me you got.
Shayla:
 I know.
 And I’m going to get it—from someone else.
Iman:
nods
 I hope you do.
Delicia:
 …So are we okay?
Shayla:
 Yeah. We’re okay.
Iman:
 Friends?
Shayla:
smiles faintly
 Acquaintances with boundaries.
Iman:
 Fair.
Iman leaves. Silence.
Delicia:
 You good?
Shayla:
 Yeah.
Delicia:
 Really?
Shayla:
 Really.
 Turns out I didn’t lose anything.
Delicia:
 What did you gain?
Shayla:
 Clarity.
 And tomorrow? Higher standards.
Delicia:
 Proud of you.
Shayla:
 Thanks.
 Now… drive us to brunch tomorrow.
Delicia:
 Wow.
Shayla:
 Gas is included in friendship terms.
Delicia:
laughs
 Deal.
Shayla:
 And Delicia?
Delicia:
 Yeah?
Shayla:
 If he ever messes up—
Delicia:
 —I’ll park the car and walk away.
Shayla:
 Good.
 Because I’ve already survived one emotional pothole. I’m not doing round two.
END. 💥✨


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