(Yeah, I'm a drama twerp and I'm kinda going with a fantasy vibe for my sides. Just wait until you see Deceit's steampunk aesthetic!)
"Uh-uh, I, could I get you number? Tho–so, uh, we could stay in co-contact?" Sparky asked. Damned speech issues, and just when she thought she could control it better. "You're a failure, you know, you'll never get better. She won't accept you, not like this, not like–" "SHUT UP!!" she screamed, covering her ears in order to block out Anxiety.
(Ayy fellow drama twerp! Nah, I like it. I just… my sides are not that interesting lol. Also steampunk is my actual favorite thing like ever.)
Mj stopped in the middle of her first word. "Um, sorry? I - I didn't mean to, that is - what I mean to say is… er, I mean - I'm sorry, I - " she cut herself off before she could do anymore damage. Anxiety was having a field day. "Oooh, you idiot. She already thinks you're stupid, and now you've just made it worse. 'I - I don't - see, the thing is, ebebete, I've lost all speech capabilities!' Stupid idiot…" And for once, Mj didn't disagree.
"You aren't! Don't listen to her, she's just trying to get at your nerves. Mine does, too. I'm just having problems with my anxiety to work out, too! Please, I wathn't tr-trying to hurt y-your feelingth!" Sparky said, ignoring her voice.
"O - oh. I just - " Mj nearly dropped her coffee, feeling like her head was swimming. She pulls out her phone and hands it to the girl to put her number in. And just like that, Creativity popped in. She looked like a cross between a princess and a boarding school student. But mostly a princess, with a blue sash across her white button-up and white skirt. "Hey, look at that! You finally got a cute girl's number! I guess there's a first time for everything!" Creativity marveled, causing Mj to blush.
"Hey! Other Creativity!" they bounced on their heels, even more excited. "Th-thorry, they're a bit excited. I'm S-thparky, by the way." she said.
"Er, I'm Mj. This… well, you know who this is. Sorry, she can be a bit embarrassing, and…" Mj covered her face with her hands. "Hopeless. Utterly hopeless," Anxiety told her.
"Nice to-to meet you b-both! Want to m-me-meet up thomet-time?" Sparky asked, then it hit her. "Wait. I can thee your thides. And you can thee mi-mine. Why c-can y-yo-y-you do that?"
"Er, I - I don't know. I guess this coffee must've improved my vision," Mj joked, smiling at the girl, or rather, Sparky, she corrected herself.
"We-well, I don't dr-drink coffee, i-it thmellth like th-the gath thtation and ta-t-tathteth like m-mu-ud. Tho I d-don't like it." she said firmly. "Thorry, d-did I th-thay thomething m-me-mean? I di-didn't mean to!"
(Lmao it's taking me so long to decipher these sentences oof)
Mj smiled sympathetically, eyes widening slightly in shock. "N-no, you're fine. Just… a lot more straightforward than I'm used to."
(Ahh, yeah. I normally talk really loud and slow so my voice can be clear to others, but if I'm excited, like fictional "me" is in this scene I'll have to repeat myself a lot more lol, because people don't understand me. It's annoying to everyone basically. Or if I just don't care about anything anymore and speech is bleh.)
"Oh, thorry. S-sorry, I mean–nevermind. U-uh, want to meet u-up and m-may-ma-maybe hang out thomet-time?"
(Oof I feel ya sis)
Mj smiled. "Yeah, yeah that sounds great." Creativity was spinning in circles, giddy with happiness. Creativity, can you please stop? She thought loudly.
"She's actually going through with this? Really?" Anxiety groaned. "Hey, hey, quit it mopey-dumpty-fell-off-the-wall." Creativity retorted. "So, other Creativity, hi!"
Creativity had bust out laughing. "Mopety-Dumpty-Fell-Off-A-Wall? I am so using that," she said, catching her breath for a moment before laughing again. Anxiety glowered at her.
"Well, being Creative was always a specialty. You're hot! Like, totally out of Sparky's league. Hey, let's be friends!" Creativity said, bouncing around like a maniac.
Creativity flipped her hair. "Well, of course I'm hot. And, DUH. We have to be friends. But, between you and me," she lowered her voice, "literally no one is out of Mj's league. The woman falls in love with every female she sees," she said, rolling her eyes. Mj gasped, crossing her arms. "I do not!"
"Well, I have higher standards. I actually have to know and like the person I'm with first." Creativity chuckled. "Thtoooop, yo-you're embar-ra-rathing m-me!" Sparky groaned.
"See, that would be my way of handling things. But this idiot keeps taking control and I'm tossed around like a sack of potatoes," Creativity said, glaring at Mj, who turned away from her creative side. "It's not my fault," she protested.
"Well, I-I'd love t-to thtay, but I-i need to g-go-go, my brother ith waiting ba-b-back at h-home and g-getth worried if I-i don't come ho-home on time. Thee you la-l-later?"
Mj nodded. "Y-yeah. Yeah, definitely," she said nervously, desperately hoping Anxiety wouldn't speak up.
"Awe-awethome! Goodb-bye!!" they stammered, and drove off with their moped. "That was fun, really fun. Talking to a random stranger. Very fun." Anxiety said sarcastically. "I have he-her phone num-nn-number, Anx. It'th a thi-thign of friendthip." they glared.
Mj waved as she watched them leave. Creativity sighed. "Now all we have to do is get married and - " "Creativity, what the hell? We're just friends, for Christ's sake!"
"Yeah, Jonas, (not my brother's irl name for privacy) it's all fine. I just got… held up? That's right, right? Held up?" she asked, focusing harder to make her voice seem normal. "I'm coming home, alright? Don't worry so much. Aww, love you too, big brother!" and she hung up. Well, he'd be scared about the holdup since he's over protective, but hopefully supportive about the friend, right? Right? It's probably all okay, Sparky thought.
When Mj got back to her apartment, she stared at the contact other phone, pacing anxiously. Anxiety popped up next to her. "Just send her a freaking text. It's not like you have the nerve to actually talk to her, anyway." No glared, but she knew Anxiety was right. She began typing out a message. "Hello! It's Mj (the girl from the coffee shop)!" Her finger paused for a moment before pressing the "Send" button. Anxiety rolled her eyes. "The girl from the coffee shop? Really, could you possibly sound more stupid?"
Sparky got home, parked their bike, and headed inside. "Hey, Jo-jo, how are y-" "Where the fuck were you?!" he asked angrily. "Its been hours!!" Sparky squeaked at this, feeling panicky. "I-i go-g-got thtuck a-at ca-c-cafe!" they squealed, scared.