🎭 Long Conversation: “Amber Shocked! The Moment at Wayne’s Party”

Scene: Wayne’s rooftop party is loud with music, neon lights, and laughter. Amber weaves through the crowd looking for Iman. She stops cold when she sees Iman and Delicia standing close… too close.

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Amber:

Iman? …What’s going on here?

Iman (quickly stepping back):

Amber—wait, it’s not what it looks like.

Delicia (folding her arms, unbothered):

Oh please. You say that every time someone catches you doing something suspicious.

Amber:

Suspicious? I literally saw you two whispering in a corner looking like you were about to kiss!

Iman:

We weren’t going to kiss! Delicia was just telling me—
(glances at Delicia)
Uh… that thing.

Delicia:

Wow, smooth. “That thing.” Very convincing.

Amber:

You know what? I don’t need excuses. I just want the truth.

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Iman takes a deep breath, looking conflicted.

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Iman:

Okay, fine. Delicia was talking to me about something private. But not romantic. More like… serious.

Delicia:

Yeah. I was telling him that Wayne wants to confront you about the rumor going around tonight.

Amber:

Rumor? What rumor?

Delicia:

That you’re the one who told everyone about Wayne’s breakup.

(shrugs)
People think you leaked it for drama.

Amber:

What?! I didn’t tell anyone. I literally found out yesterday.

Iman:

I know that. I told Delicia you wouldn’t do that. That’s why we were talking—trying to figure out who started it before Wayne flipped out on you in front of everyone.

Amber:

…So you were protecting me?

Iman:

Of course I was.

Delicia:

And for the record, I wasn’t flirting. I talk close because the music is loud, not because I’m trying to steal your boyfriend.

Amber:

He’s not my—
(pauses, flustered)
Forget it.

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A beat of awkward silence. The three of them stand there listening to the party roar around them.

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Iman:

Amber… you looked really hurt. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you what was going on right away.

Amber:

You should’ve. Seeing you two like that—
(voice cracks just a little)
I thought I meant nothing.

Delicia:

Look, if it helps… he talked about you the whole time. Annoyingly, actually.

Iman:

Delicia—

Delicia:

What? It’s true. He wouldn’t shut up about “Amber this, Amber that.”
(smirks)
You’ve got him wrapped.

Amber:

Iman…?

Iman (softly):

Yeah. I care about you. A lot. That’s why I didn’t want Wayne dragging you into drama tonight.

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Amber exhales, tension melting into something more vulnerable.

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Amber:

Okay. I believe you. But next time, just talk to me, alright? No secret meetings in shadowy corners.

Iman:

Deal.
(hesitates)
Can we… start over tonight?

Delicia:

Can you start over somewhere else? I have to go handle Wayne before he flips a table again.

Amber (laughs a little):

Yeah, good luck with that.

Delicia:

Trust me, I’ll need it.
(walks off dramatically)

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Iman and Amber stand alone now, the rooftop lights reflecting in their eyes.

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Iman:

So… can I get you a drink? Maybe actually spend the night with you this time?

Amber (smiling slightly):

Only if you promise not to disappear with someone else for whispered secrets.

Iman:

Promise.

🌙 Ending: “What Really Happened at Wayne’s Party”

As Amber and Iman walk back into the crowd, Wayne suddenly appears, face tense, jaw set.

Wayne:

Amber. We need to talk.

Amber stiffens, but before she can answer, Delicia rushes in and grabs Wayne’s arm.

Delicia:

Wayne, stop. I found out who started the rumor.

The entire group goes quiet around them, sensing drama.

Wayne:

Well? Who?

Delicia looks straight at the girl standing behind Wayne — Marisse, clutching her drink a little too tight.

Iman:

You tried to ruin her night for no reason.

Marisse:

Oh please. She already gets all the attention—

Wayne lifts a hand, stopping her.

Wayne:

Enough. Apologize. Now.

Marisse looks around, realizes everyone’s staring, and mutters:

Marisse:

Sorry.

Amber doesn’t respond — she just turns away, letting the apology hang uselessly in the air.

Wayne sighs and softens.

Wayne:

Amber, I’m sorry too. I should’ve asked you before assuming anything.

Amber:

It’s fine. Just… next time, check with me.

Wayne nods and walks off, dragging Marisse with him to “talk.”

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🌟 Final Moment

Iman turns to Amber, relieved the chaos is over.

Iman:

So… now can we finally enjoy the night?

Amber looks up at him, the party lights flickering across her face. She reaches for his hand.

Amber:

Yeah.
Let’s start fresh.
No rumors. No secrets. Just us.

Iman squeezes her hand.

Iman:

Just us.

They head toward the dance floor together, leaving all the drama behind — for now — as the music swells and the night finally feels right.