25 Stories in a Non-douche Bag Jar
-Based on SSJL's idea (from Whose Line is it Anyway)
-25 different, unconnected stories whose POV, character SHIP, and setting/scene are chosen at random out of a jar (slightly different than SSJL's). No two stories can be alike and the setting/scenes are only used once.
-POV's: 1st: Jess, Cece, Nick, Schmidt, Winston and Julia. 3rd: omniscient.
-SHIP's: Jess/Nick, Cece/Schmidt, Schmidt/OC, Winston/OC. (Mainly Nick/Jess)
-Settings/Scene prompts:
Chocolate
Cell Phone
Sale
Office
Simple things
Panic
A letter
First impression
Hospital
Leave
Bathroom cleaning
Elevator
Public restroom
Play Ground
Car
Hold your breathe
Pool
Frat house
High school
Tropical mist
Broadway musical
Water fountain
Special K
Stairs
Monsters under the bed
#1 Chocolate: Winston/OC: Nick 1st Person
I was expecting to come home to an empty pizza box or at least a few beer bottles with that little bit of wasted liquid at the bottom due to laziness of not wanting to wait for those last few drops, but instead there was nothing.
Correction, there was a wrapper, a chocolate bar wrapper. It wasn't even a Hershey's or a Nestlé bar, but some foreign country maker whose language I didn't even recognize. There was a lot of animated pictures on the outside and multiple layers to the packaging. I wouldn't of even known what it was if it weren't for the only bit of translated English on the wrapper that wrote 'chocolate with toffee pieces'.
I assumed at first that Winston and his date had indeed gone out for dinner or a movie and that Winston simply ate a snack prior. But adding in his current financial situation and his shoes that were still hanging on the rack from two days ago didn't amount to my perceived outcome.
At first I almost came to his door to knock, but then the possibility of him being with the girl in there came out to be the same odds as him not; to which odds I don't prefer. The thought of having another 'naked' situation also seemed grim.
"Winston?" I called instead. There was no answer, just the ruffling of sheets from the other side. I scoffed and went to turn away when the door cracked open slightly and Winston's head poked through the darkness.
"Yeah?" He asked slightly groggy eyed.
"I was just uh, wondering if you went out last night." I cringed as I produced the last words. Why do I care what he does? It's none of my business. He probably won't even tell me.
"Oh." He seemed oddly relieved. "Nancy and I had a night in. She came over, we watched Taken, had some of her delicious European chocolate. It was like heaven in a colorful wrapper by the way, then she went home."
"Mhm." I replied, slightly skeptic on the last part of his story. There were plenty reasons why he wouldn't just open the door up all the way. He could be housing a fugitive, a stolen baby panda from the zoo or he could be playing his own Jamaican music, but something told me that there was more to it than that.
I left him in peace for the remainder of the morning, but kept an eye on his door. Finally around noon, I couldn't keep occupied with the drama of his life, so I slipped out of the apartment to pick up some groceries and run errands. When I returned, Winston was gone, 'Out at a job interview' and his room empty and spotless. The bed was made and there were no loose articles of clothing hanging around besides his jeans on the back of his bed. I felt weird for snooping, but his whole story about last night seemed peculiar and with Julia at work a lot and Schmidt and Jess busy with their lives a well, things were pretty boring during the week.
Just as I had decided to leave his room and make myself a snack, I spotted another chocolate bar wrapper sitting on his bed side table. True, he could have gotten an extra one to eat later from her or she could have just left it there while touring the apartment, but the smile of satisfaction of knowing Winston was back in the game was all I needed to not care anymore about that funky chocolate bar wrapper I found on the kitchen counter this morning.
