Hi New Girl fans! How are you all?

Ok, I'm just going to say that I'm not even sure if I like this fanfic or not but I gathered that I'd let you be the judge of that. There are some seriously talented writers on here and I know I don't compare, but here's another humble attempt from my part. :-) Haha!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Sigh.

I turned the door knob to enter the apartment after a long, tiring shift at the bar. I was exhausted.

The apartment was dark and quiet, apart from the TV's glow in the living room.

"Nick?" I heard a voice call my name.

I walked over to the couch and plumped myself on it. "Hey Jess." I replied, silently wondering what she was doing up so late. I glanced at the clock. 12:55am.

She turned her head to smile at me, before returning her attention back to the television screen.

She was wrapped under a
blue blanket, watching some old sitcom which she seemed to be quite interested in. My lingering eyes noticed the way she fiddled with the hem of her pink pyjamas and the way bit her lip whilst watching the episode with deep concentration in her eyes.

The corners of my mouth turned up, forming a smile. She was so adorable. However, if she knew I thought such a thing, I would most likely never hear the end of it.

Jess wasn't like anyone I had ever met before. I somewhat admired the way she enticed me with her dorky charm and resulted in being this compelling girl whom is constantly lurking in the back of my mind. She was clumsy, flustered, passionate, quirky…. in her own little Jess-world. That's what I liked most about her. But of course, she could never know that.

"What?" She suddenly asked, questioning why I was smiling at her. She shot me a doubtful smile and a suspicious look.

I shook my head humorously and chuckled. "Nothing."

She narrowed her eyes at me and held my gaze for a second or two, before laughing softly. "Okay."

That laugh of hers. I secretly began to think that it was the sweetest thing I have ever heard.

We then both continued to watch the television in a comfortable, wordless silence. It was nice.

This was not the first time that Jess and I would hang out on the couch late at night. It happened just two days ago, although that time we just talked. She would tell me about how her day was and I would listen intently and then she would apologise for talking for too much and I would tell her that I didn't mind at all. Because I really didn't.

Minutes later, I realised that the episode we were watching had finished and Jess had switched the television off. I heard Jess yawn quietly, assuming she was probably getting tired. I watched her pull the blue blanket over her body before mumbling something as she laid down on the couch.

"What did you say?" I asked, putting my hand on the small of her back.

"Shhh," she said, "I'm sleeping. Goodnight Nicholas."

Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she was off-limits and I was grumpy and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bed, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

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