Hiyaaaa, this is my first fic about the FOX tv show New Girl

any feedback it welcome, it will hopefully be a multi chapter fic if you like it!

Three years, three years, that's how long his life had been turned upside down; the day that the all singing, all dancing Jessica Day bounded into his life - and it has never been the same since. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he knew – he knew she was different, so unlike him in every single way, they completed each other. Her bright floral dresses and constantly perky outlook on life was a stark contrast to the dark hole that was the former life of Nick Miller, wallowing in a mixture of self pity and longing for an unlived childhood had turned him into a turtle faced, borderline alcoholic with pessimistic views of the world that would put an adolescent white girl from the suburbs to shame. The moment she set foot in the loft; carrying with her, a hat that seemed to be made entirely of ribbons, he knew he was in trouble. There was no way she could be with him but he couldn't bear the thought of seeing her with anyone else. Nobody would ever be good enough for her, especially him.

Yet here he sits, Nick Miller, clutching in his hands a small black box that cost him around a year's worth of bartending tips. It had to be perfect. She didn't deserve anything less than perfection, so how she has ended up with him, grumpy, lazy, self-admitted unsuccessful adult was beyond him. She deserves so much more than I can ever give her. Thoughts that had taunted him for the last 3 years, doubts chattering in the back of his mind: "she could never be happy with you" "she deserves so much more" "soon she'll see her mistakes and leave you" leave him. The idea of living life without Jessica Day was unbearable, he couldn't stand going a day, let alone a lifetime without seeing her soft chocolate curls; cerulean blue eyes filled with an innocence that belongs in fairytales; her quirky old time-radio voices and constant singing. Even the idea filled his mind with panic, a sudden desperation to hug her forever, never letting go.

This is why he was doing it, all those seemingly selfish reasons: he couldn't live without her by his side; he couldn't bear to see her with anyone else. Above all the daffy duck impressions and cheques with baby farm animals on – the thing that baffled him the most is how she was possibly happy with him, she could have so much more; she could have the fancyman or a professional football player but she had chosen the agoraphobic, law school dropout with anger issues. A year ago when he had finally plucked up the courage (or audacity as Schmidt called it) to grab her in the hallway after an intense game of True American and channel all his unwanted feelings of attraction and passion into a kiss between their two rooms - Jess had astounded him by returning the passion, lust and yearning of that forbidden kiss. It was the catalyst, the spark he had been waiting for. The next few months had passed in a blur of mixed emotions and sexual tension until they decided to "try out" dating each other just nine months ago. The next nine months had passed in a less confused, more sex filled blur. Though they slept in the same bed each night, the roommates decided to keep their two rooms as they were, just to save the embarrassment of explaining why Schmidt wanted to build a gym/sex dojo in their spare room.

He was the luckiest man alive and man did he know it. Occasionally during one of their frequent cuddle/film nights on the sofa, he would look down at the beautiful woman resting so serenely on his chest and wonder what he could have possibly done to deserve such a blessing in life, she was truly the most quirky, nerdy, sweet, gentle, loving woman he had ever laid eyes on, and she really wants me. There was nothing that he wanted more than to make her happy, in every way he could, so he decided to take the next logical step. He bought a ring. Nothing too fancy, he knew she would hate a massive diamond "It's just so tacky to wear something that looks like it cost more than a house on your finger and think it is a symbol of love. I think a ring should represent what the two people mean to each other". He racked his brains for weeks, trying to find the perfect way to express that he was so totally head over heels, crazy in love with her; through jewellery. He and Winston had searched the entire jewellery store empire of LA, until he came across a tiny, quirky store that sold handcrafted jewellery. He peered through the glass and saw a ring, he knew it said more than he ever could about what she meant to him, so he handed over all his life savings for a custom made, solid silver engagement ring, carved into the inside of the slender band was one word, how he felt about her in that one tiny word: "everything".