Author's Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know this is my first story EVER, so please be gentle! I love love LOVE Nick and Jess, and I realize they can't be together on the show yet, so I came up with a little something to make the waiting somewhat easier…
Disclaimer: I do not own New Girl, or any of the characters!
Nick started to walk past Jess's door, when he heard the opening track of "Nick's Sexy Mix" playing. He laughed to himself and started dancing along, hoping Schmidt or Winston wouldn't choose that moment to walk into the loft. All of a sudden, over the music, he could hear loud grunting- followed by high-pitched moans. He stopped in his tracks and stared at the ground… and he couldn't help picturing what was going on behind that door.
"Shit." He said to himself, and began walking back to his room, shaking his head. He was careful to close the door quietly, and then proceeded to flop onto his bed. He covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow, rendering himself in complete blackness.
Ok, "friends that were sometimes attracted to one another" had two parts: the part where he could be hang out with his funny, awkward, and (there was no denying it anymore) attractive, roommate whenever he wanted. Road trips to IKEA and listening to Adele were not restricted from this "different" sort of friendship he and Jess shared.
The other part was a little more complicated. The sometimes being attracted to her wasn't exactly sometimes. It was every time they argued about something stupid. It was every time she danced around the kitchen, making him breakfast. It was every time she called him out on his crap, telling him he was better than the life he had made for himself. It was every time she walked into the room.
He sat up. This wasn't the way this was supposed to happen. Jess was… Jess. How had he let her know that he thought about her sexually from time to time? He was in trouble- because now she knew. She knew she could sometimes get him going by doing deep lunges from time to time (thank God that was the only thing she knew about). She was his annoying, sickeningly happy roommate that stuck her nose into his business whenever she felt like it, because she thought she knew what was best for him.
She was his best friend.
Then again… now he knew. He knew that if she thought about him that way once, there was a chance she could feel that way again. What was he supposed to do with that information? Did he want to do anything about it?
His arm slid off of his eyes, and he began to drift off to sleep.
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