A/N: Oh God it's been so long since I've posted anything on Fanfiction this is so weird.. I'm really out of practice, and reviews are welcome!
Five Whole Freaking Months
I've been on countless dates since Nick and I broke up… I keep thinking someone will catch my eye and sweep me off my feet, but every time things start to progress into more than coffee and chatting I get scared. Maybe a part of me still isn't ready to move on...
It's been over five months since the last time Nick Miller's lips came crashing down to mine with heated passion that never failed to leave me breathless. Five whole freaking months… This shouldn't come as such a shock to me.
I thought the loud high-pitched shrieks were coming from Winston's room, and although mildly annoyed, I wasn't extremely phased, until I remembered that both Winston, Shmidt and Couch had gone to see a football game.
So it was Nick. The realization lodged itself in my stomach, trying to claw its way to my heart whilst I tried desperately to suppress it.
The desperate muffled moaning did not take long to start to get to me, and with little internal debate I grabbed my purse and jacket and had head over to the bar to clear my head.
Nick is moving on, I think to myself, bringing the soothing liquid to my lips, savoring the way it warms up the insides of my throat. I think it was having to hear it that messed with my emotions. How rude of him though. I wouldn't subject him to listening to pist-break up sex.
Maybe this is the problem with living with your ex boyfriend, I think to myself, sipping my drink casually once again. It makes everything so much messier... If I didn't live with Nick I would be 100% over him.
But I don't know how I'll ever be completely over Nick... Because living with him all the time involves seeing him gargle his beer at least twice a day.
After a few drinks I feel my judgment clouding along with all my senses. I'm more drunk than I've been in a long time. Tears well in my eyes in the best way possible.
"I am not okay, I whisper to myself hysterically, grasping my travel sized feelings stick. I turn to the elderly man drinking next to me. "I've been pretending to be okay for MONTHS now MONTHS YOU KNOW it just feels so friggin good to admit that I still LOVE NICK MILLER!" I flail my arms wildly as I speak, tears on my glasses restricting my vision
I can feel weirded out glances heading my way, but I'm honestly way past caring. Nick is past loving you, my stubborn brain reminds me. Why the Hell did we break up anyway? Nothing in common!? Who cares!?
"Nick is having intercourse with another woman! Anotherrr womannn!" I sing loudly, with fake air guitar and all. I try to laugh but only tears come out. "It's been FIVE WHOLE FREAKING MONTHS!"
I feel like a mess, and I'm not too sure if it's tears dripping down my face or misplaced alcohol. What the Hell am I even doing? Wasn't I the person encouraging Nick to have sex at the wedding not too long ago?
"Hey Jessica," A familiar voice says, causing me to freeze up a bit, recognizing the speaker instantly.
"Hello Nick," I look up and he sees my tear stained face. "I forgot that you worked here, silly silly me, but could I have another round of this?" My speech slurs as I talk, my large eyes glazing over.
Nick's happy "I just had sex" face falls away almost instantly at the sight of my blue eyes moistened with tears.
"What's wrong Jess, are you okay? Do you need someone to drive you home?"
"What do you care Miller? Get me more alcohol to drown my feelings in or I'll puke on the things you love!"" I threaten. Nick looks slightly taken aback, filling up my glass. I chug almost all of its contents, excess liquid running down my chin due to my uncoordinated body.
Nick's eyes are boring into my own as I drink, confusion and sadness rolled into them.
"Don't hang out with me Mr. Batender, Nick you should be celebrating! Congratulations!" I yell in my Judy Garland voice, slapping the bar, causing bits of a few people's drinks to escape from their glasses.
I vaguely feel Nick putting a hand on my shoulder. "Jessica I'm serious. What's wrong? Did you get laid off again? A particularly bad period? A parent death? Jess I want to help, I.." NIck trails off awkwardly.
Ugh Nick, stop it just go freaking celebrate that you moved on without me! I place a heavy hand on the bar, using all my strength to lift my whole body up until I'm standing right where I was recently sitting. My remaining energy goes to balancing myself out, proving extremely difficult in my drunk body.
"Jess what the Hell are you doing!?" Nick yells, lunging forwards across the bar to try and wrap his arms around my feet, only to realize what little good that would do for both of us.
"My name is Jessica Day!" I declare, hearing someone from across the bar shout "Shut up!" in an agitated voice. Jerk. "And I would just like to congratulate my friend Nick Miller, for having sex for, as far as I'm aware, the first time in five months… CONGRATULATIONS NICK MILLER!" I scream, feeling alcohol coursing through my veins along with my rich sarcasm. The world begins spinning, and I begin to notice what an unsteady surface I'm standing on. The bar around me fades to a dull ebony as I come crashing backwards. The last thing I feel is Nick Miller's arms as he catches me, and it's as if his warmth puts me to sleep.
The light is subtle but still too much for the searing pain in my head. I slowly crack open my eyes to reveal a concentrating Nick, pulling the bed covers around me with precision. He notices my now thinly opened eyes, and offers me a smile.
"Hey, I just drove you home from the bar… You uhh.. Fainted, but I caught you. I was just gonna get you into bed and then leave…"
I feel the sorrow start to emerge again inside me, along with admiration. Nick; sweet, caring, unkempt and adorable Nick. How had I let him get away?
"Do you ever miss me?" I ask in a small, groggy voice. Nick frowns, sitting himself on the edge of my bed.
"Miss you, Jess? Not at all. I see you all the time."
"You know what I mean…" I moan, exasperated. Nick gives a small smirk.
"I said your name once during the sex I had today, if that answers your question."
I can't help but break into a goofy grin hearing that, my smile only deepening when Nick bends down to kiss my cheek.
"Goodnight 'Day," He whispers, flicking off the switch to my lamp.
"Goodnight Miller," I say back in a hushed voice, as the sound of his exciting footsteps lull me back to sleep.
A/N: What did you think? Should I continue or do you think it's complete? It's honestly up to you guys! Give me feedback please because I'm trying to get back on the writing horse, which any writer who's fallen off of it knows is hard to do. Thanks for reading!