Sanders Sides RP??? (O/O)

(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.

Mj sighed as she waited for a response, and Anxiety sighed with her. "She's probably ignoring you because she hates you." Mj glared at her. " or maybe she's just busy at the noment," she said uncertainly, running a hand through her hair.

"Sparky, what were you doing out so late? Tell me!" Jonas repeated. "I-i wath ju-j-jutht re-repairing my bi-bike!" they squeaked, tears building up at the corners of her eyes.

After pacing around her apartment for an hour, Mj decided it would be easier if she just went to sleep, so she collapsed onto her bed and simply lay there staring at the ceiling. "You know everyone hates you, right?" Said Anxiety, laying in the bed next to her. "Have I mentioned that yet?" My groaned. " I was trying to sleep, Anxiety. Could you shut up for like one hour?"

"Sparky, I'm sorry-" She cut Jonas off before he could finish. "Th-thtop. Leave m-me alone." and with that she headed up to her room. She saw the text, and responded, 'Hello. Sorry it's been a while. Family situation is currently uncomfortable so do you mind if we just talk?'

Mj felt her phone buzz, and immediately picked it up, frowning slightly. "Of course! What's going on? Or, rather, what do you want to talk about?"

'Brother shouting a bunch, I was late and he's at his wit's end. It's nothing. How are you?' they responded.

"Pretty good. A bit tired, even though I had coffee 😋" She answered, petting her cat, Stephen With a PhD.

'Okay. Wanna talk about anything?' they texted back.

"Nothing in particular. You?" My typed back quickly.

'I don't know. Just kinda bored. Would you like to meet up sometime?' she texted. Before hitting send… "Do you really wanna do that?"

"Shut up Anxiety." she said, hitting send. "Goddamnit! Why did you… can you still delete it? Is there time?!" Anxiety said.

"Yeah! Definitely!" Mj texted back. Creativity rose up from the ground, looking like a cartoon character with her eyes wide and shining, biting her lip with excitement. A high-pitched squeal burst forth from her lips. "Creativity, could you just - shut up? For two seconds?" Anxiety asked incredulously.

'When would work best?' they texted back, even more bravely. Anxiety.exe officially clocked out, unable to make any noises other than sputtering and stammering.

"Literally any time. I have no life 🤣" Mj responded, rolling her eyes at herself.

'Okay. Tomorrow, perhaps?' they asked. "Absolutely! Good job, Sparks, you're really coming out of your shell!" Creativity sung.

"Sounds great! Where do you want to meet?" She asked, rolling her eyes at herself. Anxiety smacked her forehead repeatedly. "Couldn't you at least pretend to have confidence?"