Another New Girl fic! :D
This one takes place before Virigns, probably somewhere after First Date.
And it's full of angst.
Based on the song "What if it All Means Something" by Chantal Kreviazuk, which you've probably heard but don't know it by name. Look it up, cause it's good.
~justaclassicgirl
As she sat on her bed, pretending to read a book, Jess realized that she just wasn't sure where she and Nick stood at this point.
Everything was so crazy, after their completely bombed first date, and before that, the almost-sex on the dinner table, and even as far back as their very first kiss on the night of Strip True American.
And yet, after all these instances, it was just so hard for her to tell whether or not they all meant something, for one simple reason:
He blatantly refused to share his feelings.
And if he couldn't do that, there was no way of her knowing if this entire thing was just something entirely brought on by hormones on both parts or if this was real.
If this meant love.
How would she, no, how would they be able to proceed with this whole affair if he couldn't tell her?
She wanted to know how he felt about her, honestly, truthfully, without any fanfare, bells and whistles, or strings attached. She wanted to know. She yearned to know.
Jess would do anything, go anywhere, be anyone for Nick. She really, truly would. And he knew that, she knew he did. She was here for him, through thick and thin. So why couldn't he just do the one thing she needed him to?
Then again, she supposed she couldn't be expected to understand. After all, Jess never had trouble expressing her feelings. Her (late) feeling stick should have shown that. But Nick Miller was a different creature entirely.
Nick Miller was a grumpy, grumbling, rugged, reserved, flannel-clad, turtle-faced man. And some days, she still couldn't wrap her head around him.
But it didn't change the fact that she was utterly, madly, completely in love with him.
And if he didn't feel the same, well, at least she'd know, wouldn't she? And she would try her hardest to get over her broken heart.
However, there was an equally large chance that he did feel the same, that his affection matched hers. And if she could just tap into that, get a little look inside, then perhaps they would be ready for something more.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Jess?"
Silence.
"Jess, I know you can hear me."
A page turns.
"I know you're not really reading, Jess."
A book slams shut.
"Jess, listen. Just open the door. Please."
More silence.
"Fine. Well, I have something to tell you, Jess, and it's very important...and it's also not an easy thing for me to say, and I'd rather do it face-to-face, but since you're insisting on it being this way, then I guess it'll have to be this way."
The door opens.
So, how was that? Review please! And I'm open to suggestions on whether I should leave it as-is or make it a multichap. I'd be happy to do either one.