Anthony Walks In as Iman Confesses to Shayla: You’re My One & Only! 😮
[Scene: Evening. Shayla and Iman are sitting on the porch. The mood is calm but heavy with tension. Shayla leans back, playing with her hair. Iman is staring at her intensely.]
Iman: (softly) You know, Shayla… I never thought I’d feel this again. But here I am.
Shayla: (nervous laugh) Feel what?
Iman: That… one and only type of love. The kind you don’t play with. You’re it. You’re my forever.
Shayla: (shocked, pulls back slightly) Iman, don’t—don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it.
Iman: (leans closer) I do mean it. I ain’t never been so sure about nothing. Shayla… you’re gonna be my one and only.
[Door creaks open. Anthony steps out holding his phone, clearly having heard the last line. His face freezes.]
Anthony: (voice breaking) …What did you just say?
Shayla: (jumps up, panicked) Anthony! It’s not what it looks like—
Iman: (calm, standing tall) Nah, it’s exactly what it looks like. I told her the truth. Something you clearly never could.
Anthony: (furious, pointing at him) You outta your damn mind, man? In my face? In my house? Talking about forever with Shayla?
Shayla: (grabbing Anthony’s arm) Please, just calm down. You’re twisting this—
Anthony: (pulls away) Twisting what? I heard him say it. “One and only.” That ain’t no casual talk, Shayla!
Iman: (steps forward, eyes locked on Anthony) You can be mad all you want, but deep down you know she deserves better. I see her. I hear her. And I’m not scared to say what you too proud to admit.
Shayla: (teary-eyed, voice shaking) Stop it! Both of you! This ain’t about who’s louder or who claims me harder. I didn’t ask for this.
Anthony: (clenching fists) Oh, you ain’t ask? Then why’s he over here whispering forever in your ear like I’m invisible?
Iman: (smirks slightly) ‘Cause you been invisible, bro. You had your chance. You still got one foot out the door. I’m all in.
[Anthony takes a step forward, fists tight, Shayla quickly gets between them.]
Shayla: (yelling) Enough! You think this makes me feel good? Like I’m some prize y’all fighting over? I ain’t no trophy. I’m a woman. And right now, both of y’all making me feel trapped.
Anthony: (breathing heavy, hurt in his eyes) Trapped? So what—you thinking about him now?
Shayla: (wipes tears) I don’t know what I’m thinking… but I know this—if y’all don’t stop, I’m walking away from both of you.
[Silence hits. Anthony looks at Shayla, then at Iman. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife.]
Iman: (low voice, steady) I meant what I said. She’s my one and only.
Anthony: (grits teeth, shaking his head) Over my dead body.
[Shayla stares between them, heart racing. Fade out as the screen lingers on her conflicted face.]
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