Since my other Fanfic 'Two Words' was such a success, I've decided to start a Jess and Nick one. Hope you guys enjoy, please continue to support me!

Chapter 1

We had been left alone for one week as everyone else has gone camping and thought it would be a good idea to leave Nick and I alone...together. Jess was unconsciously biting her nails as she curled up in the corner of their sofa.

It had barely been an hour and Jess found herself avoiding Nick, at this very moment she hated Cece, she knew exactly how she felt about Nick but still persisted that she stayed with him. With his busy schedule as a bartender it was hard for him to close the bar for one week and it was hardly fair or reasonable.

The fading sun light made her finally realise her nervous biting, she stopped, focusing her eyes to the rattling coming from the front door

"Jess? You there? I've locked myself out...Jess?" she froze as she stared at the door. This was ridiculous, it would be fine, nothing was gonna happen, it was Nick

"I'm coming" shouted Jess as she forced her frozen body to move from her spot. Making her way over, her hands clasped the door handle as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath and with a smile she opened it

"Hey Nick, nice seeing you here" her smiled looked forced, and she knew Nick could sense her awkwardness

"Yeah, Hi Jess. Last time I checked I lived here?" with a frowned he scanned her all too perky face before continuing "you going to let me in?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean..."

"Was that a yes or no?" his puzzled face, made her blush as she slowly moved out the doorway, letting him past

"Why thank you, Miss Day" he had only left to drop his friends off at their newly hired caravan but he had to admit it was pretty nice, cosy and all, deep down he wanted to go but he knew he couldn't. As he made his way towards the kitchen, his eyes dawned to the bottle of Vodka laid temptingly on the table. His eyes widened

"Jess?"

"mmhm"

"Feel like a little game?" he watched as her face was now facing his as her brow started to furrow

"What kind of game?" His smile grew spreading across his face as he grabbed the Vodka, motioning to it in anticipation as he walked slowly towards her worried expression.

©Ms Zola, May 2012