Anthony tell Amber Shayla snuck in his house while he was fully drunk!😱

[Scene: Amber is FaceTiming Anthony the morning after a party. He looks rough. Eyes puffy. Hair wild. He seems nervous.]

Amber:

Boy, you look like you got hit by a train. Rough night?

Anthony (rubbing his face):

Amber… we need to talk. Like… for real.

Amber (sits up straighter):

Oh, now I’m wide awake. What happened? You okay?

Anthony (pauses):

I was drunk last night. Like, completely gone. Blackout status.

Amber:

That’s not news, Anthony. You do that every other weekend. Spill it—what happened?

Anthony (deep breath):

Shayla came into my house.

Amber (blinks):

Shayla who?

Anthony:

Shayla Shayla. Shayla that you hate. Shayla from the party. Shayla with the fake laugh and the long nails.

Amber:

Excuse me—what?!

Anthony:

I swear on everything I didn’t invite her. I don’t even know how she got in. One minute I’m passed out on the couch, next thing I know I wake up and she’s just… standing there. In my living room. Watching Netflix like she lives there!

Amber:

Are you JOKING right now? Anthony, how did she get in?

Anthony:

That’s the thing—I think I left the door unlocked. I had just stumbled in from the party. I guess she followed me? I don’t even remember seeing her leave the party.

Amber:

So she just walked into your house? Like it’s an open bar?

Anthony (nervous chuckle):

Apparently! I woke up and I was like, “What the hell are you doing here?” and she goes, “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

Amber (in disbelief):

OH. MY. GOD. She’s full-on stalker status! Anthony, this is insane!

Anthony:

I know. I know. I messed up leaving the door unlocked. I messed up drinking that much. But like… I didn’t touch her. I didn’t even sit near her. I made her leave.

Amber (suspicious):

Wait. Hold on. You woke up and she was just sitting there? On the couch?

Anthony:

Yeah. Watching “Love Is Blind.” Like, feet on my coffee table, wearing MY hoodie.

Amber:

Your hoodie?!

Anthony:

I guess she found it by the door? I don’t know! She made herself real comfortable. Like we were married or something.

Amber:

Oh nah. See, now I wanna fight.

Anthony:

Amber, I swear nothing happened. I didn’t even know she was in the house until I heard the microwave beep. She made popcorn! In MY house!

Amber:

This girl thinks she’s in a whole relationship with you. Anthony, this is not okay. What if something had happened? What if she took pictures? Posted something?

Anthony:

That’s what I’m saying! I checked my phone and everything. Nothing’s missing, nothing’s posted. I think she genuinely thought she was doing something sweet.

Amber:

Sweet?! That’s not sweet, that’s a Lifetime movie intro!

Anthony:

I know. I kicked her out. I told her this was crazy and not okay. And I locked every window and door after. I even slept with my keys under my pillow.

Amber:

Good. Because if she sneaks in again, I’m pulling up. Period.

Anthony:

I should’ve told you last night, but I didn’t want you to freak out.

Amber:

You think I wouldn’t freak out knowing some delusional girl snuck into your house while you were unconscious? Oh, I’m beyond freaked. I’m in murder mode.

Anthony (genuinely apologetic):

I messed up, Amber. But not in the way you think. I didn’t cheat. I didn’t even flirt. I just… let my guard down. I’m sorry.

Amber (softening slightly):

I believe you. But I don’t trust her. And if she tries that again, I’ll handle it myself.

Anthony (sincerely):

Can we move forward from this?

Amber (still fuming):

Yeah, but you owe me a week of answers to FaceTime every time I call—no ignoring me. No excuses.

Anthony (nodding):

Deal. And I’m changing the locks. Today.

Amber:

Good. And tell Shayla if she wants to watch Netflix, she can get her own account and stay the hell outta yours.

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