Pam told the Shayla that you do one thing for me. So i pay your all bills for trip 😱

 Pam told the Shayla that you do one thing for me. So i pay your all bills for trip 😱

Pam:
Okay, Shayla… here’s the deal. You do one thing for me — just one. And I’ll pay all your bills for the trip. Flights, hotel, excursions, everything.

Shayla (blinking in shock):
Wait… what? Pam, are you serious right now? That’s, like, thousands of dollars! What are you talking about?

Pam (smiling smugly):
Dead serious. You know I’ve been saving up. This is your chance. But the catch is… you’ve got to do something for me first.

Shayla (narrowing her eyes):
You’re being so cryptic. What is it? You want me to smuggle something? Fake a marriage? Babysit your cousin's evil parrot? Just tell me already.

Pam (laughs):
Okay, calm down. Nothing illegal or traumatic. But it’s... not small. It’s something you’ve been avoiding.

Shayla (suspicious):
What. Did. You. Do.

Pam:
I didn’t do anything! But you need to finally talk to Jordan.

Shayla (face turning serious):
Jordan? My Jordan? The Jordan I haven’t spoken to in six months?

Pam:
Exactly. The Jordan who still doesn’t understand why you ghosted him. You left things messy, Shay. And you’ve been dragging that baggage into every conversation — even this trip.

Shayla (defensive):
I didn’t ghost him. I just… stepped back. Withdrawing silently is not the same as ghosting.

Pam:
Girl, you left him on read after three years of being best friends and… whatever you two were dancing around. That’s ghosting.

Shayla (groaning):
Pam, you don’t understand how complicated it was.

Pam:
I do understand. And I’m saying this not as your friend, but as someone who doesn’t want you dragging unresolved feelings to Greece. Or Bali. Or wherever we’re going.

Shayla (pauses, staring at her coffee):
You really think it’ll help? That talking to him will change anything?

Pam:
No idea. But I think you need to do it — for closure, or clarity, or maybe even something more. And if you do… I’ll take care of the trip. No strings. No guilt.

Shayla (quietly):
That’s not just “one thing,” Pam. That’s a big thing.

Pam (softly):
I know. But so is healing.

Shayla (after a long pause):
Alright. I’ll talk to him. But you’re coming with me when I do. I might need backup. Or at least someone to stop me from running out the door.

Pam (grinning):
Deal. And don’t worry — I’ll bring snacks and emotional support memes. Now, let’s start planning our fully-funded, emotionally-liberated vacation.