Peter's hand was just about to knock on the door of MJ's apartment when he heard a thump and a frustrated groan.
"MJ? You alright?" He called.
There were a few moments of silence. A sigh was heard on the other side of the door, and then it swung open. MJ was rubbing her eyes, looking exhausted.
"Hey, Peter," she tried for a grin, but it looked more like a grimace. "Yeah, come on in."
"I, uh," Peter held up a container in his hands. "I brought cookies!"
She chuckled, a real smile blooming on her face. "Thanks babe."
He frowned. Glancing around the room, he asked, "What's wrong?" Papers were all over the floor, most crumpled up. Colored pencils were over the floor too, and MJ's notebook was lying next to a wall. It looked like she'd thrown it, which must've been the thump that he'd heard.
"I-" she blinked a couple of times and groaned again, covering her face with her hands. "I don't know."
Peter scrunched his eyebrows together. MJ made an ughh sound and flopped onto the couch, still groaning.
"You know how I got grounded from drawing for a few weeks?" He nodded. "Well, ever since then I've been trying to draw, but I just... I don't know. It's like I've lost my mojo! Everything I draw looks like shit and I have commissions and things that I've promised I'd draw for people but nothing I draw turns out good and I have zero inspiration and I want to just lie in bed for another decade!"
"Yikes..." Peter glanced around the room again. "So, art block?"
"Yeah." MJ sat up, pinching the bridge of her nose. "And I've tried everything. I've looked online for ideas, I've gotten a billion changes of scenery- heck, I even tried eating healthy and drinking water! Nothing works! And there are things that I'm weeks behind on!!" She sighed. "I don't know. Do you ever get art block?"
He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, not exactly, but sometimes I try to invent things and they don't work, and then I hit a wall because a lot of the time I don't know how to make it work." He opened the lid to the container of cookies and held it out to MJ. She grabbed one and stuffed it in her mouth, and then grabbed another.
"What do you do when that happens?" She asked, voice muffled through a mouth full of chocolate chip.
He shrugged. "Uh, work on something else? And go back to it later? Sometimes when you're stuck, trying to break through a wall with brute force doesn't work, and you have to go another route." He paused, hastily adding, "Metaphorically!"
MJ considered this for a moment, face twisting in thought. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She finally admitted. "What do you say you teach me how to make those cookies?"
Peter grinned. "Yeah, sure! Sounds good!"
This is just a pure, unfiltered vent. (I've been having extreme writer's block after getting grounded for like a month, sooo... yeah.)