Nick was sitting on the couch currently downing his 6th beer and watching an episode of Friends. He really does love this show, but if any of his roommates were to come in, his excuse would be that he couldn't find the remote and was much too lazy to get up and change it manually. He needed to watch something that was comforting.
Today was a horrible day. It started out great, of course, as nearly every day has since Jess has moved in. She made him his favorite, blueberry pancakes with a steaming hot cup of black coffee. He felt great when he heard her singing her theme song that she made up for herself, even if he claims to find it annoying. He even felt great when he found a note taped to his door telling him to 'Have a funtastic day!' He smiled at the note, picturing her tiny hands gripping the pen as she wrote out the note, a radiant smile most likely plastered on her face as she did so.
He gave up telling himself that he wasn't attracted to her. He knows that she shouldn't be, but there's not really much he can do about it, now is there? But just because he's attracted to her, that doesn't mean that he likes her. No. Their relationship is strictly platonic, but that's not to say he wouldn't mind if they were strictly platonic friends who have sex. He definitely wouldn't mind that.
His bad day started when he went to work the day shift at the bar. A middle aged alcoholic man was particularly rude to him, so Nick spit in his drink just for his own benefit. However, the man saw this and reported him to his boss, causing him to get strike one. The next event was when the waitress who was working at the time asked him to give this family their food while she went to the restroom. He figured it shouldn't be that hard. As he was delivering their food, however, he realized that carrying 3 plates at the same time is not as easy as it looks and found himself dropping everything on the ground. Food was everywhere, as was glass shards from the plates. That was strike 2.
The worst part, though, was when Caroline came by. Accompanied by her new boyfriend. When he confronted her, she told him that she completely forgot that he worked there. He knew damn well that she did not forget. So he voiced his opinion, screaming at her so loud, he caused everyone in the bar to silence and stare at him. That was strike 3.
So now he's sitting on his couch, drinking beer, watching Friends and not worrying about work, because now he doesn't have a job. He heard the door click and turned around to see Jess come in. "Hey Jess." He said with absolutely no emotion surfacing in his voice.
"You got anymore of those?" She asked bluntly, her normal bubbly voice not there.
Nick noticed she was pointing to his beer and shook his head. "No, but I was just about to start on that bottle of vodka sitting in the freezer." He didn't look back at her, but he heard the freezer door open and the sound of her getting glasses. A few seconds later, she was sitting next to him, pouring straight vodka into hers and Nick's glasses.
She quickly handed him his glass and then chugged her own, making a face as it went down her throat. "Oh god that's deadly." She half whispered, causing him to laugh for the first time since breakfast. For reasons still unknown to him, she poured herself another class and began chugging it again. He'd been so caught up in his day that he hadn't even thought about asking her what was wrong. "That really hits you fast, doesn't it?"
He smiled again, but it quickly faded when he remembered that something was wrong. "What's up, Jess?"
She looked up quickly, as she poured herself yet another drink. He decided it was a good time to drink his, so he chugged his just as she chugged hers. "I ran into Spencer today." Before anymore explanations could be given, she had started chugging another drink. He grabbed the bottle from her, pouring himself one more glass and then walking back to the kitchen. "Hey, where do you think you're going with that, Mr. Grumpy Pants?"
"You're officially cut off." She moaned and complained but Nick didn't listen. He knew that if she drank anymore, she'd most likely pass out. And as much as he was enjoying his night alone, he liked spending time with her just a little bit more. He walked back to the couch and plopped himself back down, drinking what was in his cup and then placing it back down on the coffee table. "So what happened with Spencer?"
She rolled her eyes and dramatically waved his hands around in the air. "He was with another girl, and not even the one that he cheated on me with. This was a new girl. And - Oh I love Friends!" She got distracted, of course.
"Jess." She muttered a small 'mhm' but still didn't give him her attention. He was forced to shut the tv off.
"Hey! What'd you do that for?" She slurred slightly, and he knew it was a good idea to cut her off. He also deemed it a good idea that he cut himself off as well, since he now felt his head spinning and couldn't decipher his thoughts completely. He knew that if he had drunk anymore, he would find himself explaining to Jess how much he wanted to have sex with her.
"Get back to your story, Jess." He said.
Again, she waved her hands in the air. "That was it." He questioned this in his head for a moment, and realized just how stupid that was, but he didn't voice his opinion as he usually would. "So, what's wrong with you?"
"I got fired from my job earlier."
She gasped and sat even closer to him and his breath hitched a little. "Aw, how did that happen?"
"Well, there was 3 strikes, but what really threw it over the top was when I saw Caroline. And she was..." He zoned out for a moment, realizing just how close their stories were. They both ran into their exes that they were with for a long time, and they were both with someone new. Suddenly her story didn't sound so stupid anymore.
"She was what?" Jess asked him, getting even closer to him, as if that was possible.
He found himself staring at her, his eyes trailing from her big bright blue eyes to her lips. Suddenly, they were leaning into one another, but their lips didn't touch just yet. This is such a tease, he thought to himself right before he slammed his lips onto hers. She was now fully on top of him, unbuttoning his flannel shirt, his hands reaching behind her to unzip her dress. Then he remembered something, and couldn't help the smile that had creeped onto his face. "What?" She asked, her giggly bubbly voice had returned.
"Come with me." He laughed a little, pulling her up with him. His shirt still unbuttoned, her dress still unzipped. He gripped her hand tightly as if he feared she would runaway from him if he let go.
When they got to his room, she made note to shut the door behind them as he rummaged through his coat closet. "Whatcha looking for?" She asked him.
He didn't answer, he just pulled out a paper that resembled a coupon. "Can I cash this in now?"
She grabbed it from his hand and opened it up to reveal what actually was a coupon, one that she had made about a month ago for her ex-boyfriend. The words read 'Nerdy Weird Sex' and she couldn't help but smile. "Of course you can."
They kissed again and this time her dress came off before he stopped them. "So what is nerdy weird sex exactly?"
"I think you're about to find out." She replied, practically attacking him.
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