Bethany Boasts, Larry Loves My Meal Plan! Sharra Fires Back, Then Why He Still Eating My Plates?🔥
[Scene: Outside Larry’s mother’s house. Bethany spots Sharra near her car, holding a takeout container. The tension is already thick before a word is said.]
Bethany:
Well, well, look who’s still playing chef-for-the-ex. You just can’t help yourself, huh, Sharra?
Sharra:
(Barely looks up)
Bethany, please. I’m just bringing some food over for Larry. It’s nothing serious. You don’t have to make it one.
Bethany:
Oh, it’s serious when another woman—especially his ex-wife—keeps sending plates to my husband. You think I don’t notice?
Sharra:
(Laughs) Girl, if you were so confident in what you’re cookin’, you wouldn’t be standing here acting pressed.
Bethany:
Pressed? Oh no, baby, I’m seasoned. Larry loves my meal plan. I cook balanced, healthy meals. Salmon, quinoa, roasted veggies—he’s thriving now. He doesn’t need all that greasy comfort food you call “soul.”
Sharra:
(Sharp tone)
Oh really? Then why he still eating my plates?
Bethany:
Excuse me?
Sharra:
Yeah, you heard me. If he’s so in love with your “meal plan,” why he texting me at lunch asking, “You made that mac and cheese again?”
Bethany:
(Shocked)
He did what?
Sharra:
Mhm. You might wanna check them health meals, baby. ’Cause while you counting calories, he counting on me to season his life the way he likes it.
Bethany:
Oh please, Sharra. He was just being polite. Out of pity.
Sharra:
(Laughs harder)
Pity? Girl, nobody eats out of pity. You think he scraped that plate clean out of kindness?
Bethany:
(Tries to keep calm)
You’re delusional. Larry’s just too nice to hurt your feelings. He told me himself—he doesn’t even want your food.
Sharra:
(Grinning)
Then tell him to stop asking for seconds.
Bethany:
(Snaps)
You lying!
Sharra:
Then call him. Ask him right now. But don’t be surprised when he hesitates before answering.
Bethany:
You know what, Sharra? You’re pathetic. Always trying to hang on to the past. He’s mine now. He comes home to me, not you.
Sharra:
Sweetheart, I don’t want him. I just feed him when he’s hungry. It ain’t my fault he still likes the taste.
Bethany:
(Angrily steps closer)
You better stop sending him food, or I swear—
Sharra:
(Interrupts, eyes locked on her)
Or you’ll what? Throw it away again? Girl, if you gotta compete with a casserole, maybe the problem ain’t me.
Bethany:
You’re really proud of yourself, huh?
Sharra:
Nah. Just proud of my cooking. Apparently, Larry is too.
Bethany:
(Shaking her head)
You know what? Keep playing games, Sharra. You’ll find yourself blocked from both our lives.
Sharra:
Baby, the only one getting blocked is you when that man comes by for another plate.
Bethany:
You think you funny?
Sharra:
Nah, I think I’m fed up. Now move, I got deliveries to make—one for Larry, and one for whoever else misses a real home-cooked meal.
Bethany:
(Throws her hands up)
Unbelievable. You’re a mess, girl.
Sharra:
And you’re pressed, Bethany. Maybe sprinkle some peace in that meal plan of yours—it’s lookin’ dry.
[Bethany storms off, muttering under her breath while Sharra laughs and gets in her car, blasting music as she drives away.]
End Scene.
🔥 Sharra: 1 | Bethany: Still hungry for validation.