INT. LARRY’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
Larry paces nervously, rubbing his forehead. Bethany sits on the couch, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
LARRY
Bethany… I need to tell you the truth. Jayden called me today.
Bethany tilts her head, suspicious.
Larry exhales, steadying himself.
LARRY
He said… if you come, I don’t need to come either.
Bethany freezes. Her jaw tightens. Her eyes flare with anger.
BETHANY
What?! Are you kidding me?!
She jumps up, storming toward her phone.
BETHANY (into phone, shouting)
Jayden! Seriously?! How could you say that?!
Larry rushes after her, reaching for the phone.
LARRY
Bethany, wait—give me the phone!
Bethany jerks it away, holding it high.
BETHANY
No! You’re not taking this from me. He needs to hear how ridiculous this is!
Larry grabs her arm gently. She shakes him off and spins to face him.
BETHANY
You think I’m gonna let him talk to you—or me—like that? Never.
She storms through the living room, phone pressed to her ear.
BETHANY (into phone)
Larry’s not staying home! You can’t stop him!
LARRY
Bethany, calm down! Please…
Bethany laughs bitterly, pacing between rooms.
BETHANY
Calm down? YOU’RE the one acting like this is fine!
BETHANY (into phone)
Everyone needs to know what’s really going on!
Larry finally snatches the phone from her hand.
BETHANY
You think taking the phone makes you in control? Ha!
She charges past him, arms flailing.
BETHANY
I’m taking this house over! Everyone’s gonna hear it!
LARRY
Bethany… stop this. You’re losing it.
BETHANY
Losing it? No… I’m finally letting everyone see the truth!
Chairs scrape. A vase wobbles. The room is chaos.
LARRY
Bethany… listen to me. Please.
BETHANY
I am listening! To Jayden’s nonsense, your hesitation, and everyone acting like this is normal!
She drops onto the couch dramatically.
BETHANY (into phone)
Yes! Larry’s coming. And no, you can’t change it!
LARRY
He’s my son. I can’t just let this spiral.
BETHANY
And I’m not letting him—or anyone—make decisions for me!
Larry gently but firmly steps in.
LARRY
Bethany… enough. Give me the phone.
She hesitates, then hands it over.
BETHANY
Fine. But don’t sugarcoat it.
LARRY
It’s okay. I’ve got it.
Bethany storms, then collapses back onto the couch, exhausted but defiant.
BETHANY
Next time… tell me first.
LARRY
Next time, I promise.
BETHANY
Don’t promise too much… I’ll hold you to it.
The room settles into tense silence. Chaos fades—but the emotion lingers.
FADE OUT.
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