Hi guys, this is my first ever fan fiction! Can't say I'm not nervous... But here it goes. Please Review I'm going to need all the help I can get. This is a Jess and Nick Fiction and set during 'Cooler' of Jess' point of view and why she decided to make a Nick out of a watermelon. Of course I don't own new girl or any of their characters ;L
He's done it again and now look I'm sat here feeling heartbroken. I shouldn't feel this way he's my roommate. He's Nick! Just take a deep breath and think I have Sam. He'll be off in a couple of hours and it will be ok. Just distract yourself until then.
I gradually move out from my cave of pillows and leave the safe haven behind. With this is edge out the door. Even though Nick is out I have the longing to go into his room. Take in his Old Spice scent, that leaves me breathless without any chance of survival. Just as I'm falling into a trance there is a bang on the door. Spinning I know it is just the pipes, Think pipe talk! I really should listen but every time his stupid serious face distracts me. Things really shouldn't be this difficult. The bang comes from the door again and without thinking I'm through his door.
All sense of panic leaves me. On his bed lies a red hoodie, I'm guessing this is what he was wearing before the ridiculous trench coat turned up. The thought makes me smile and I can't stop myself from reaching out and grabbing the hoodie. Pulling it over my shoulders I suddenly feel safe. It allows me to continue on into the kitchen. Spotting my favorite large pink polka dot mug on the counter, I realize exactly what I need. A massive cup of tea. As the kettle boils I can't help but sing. But then it hits me his comment. 'It is you!' This is what he clearly doesn't like about me, everything. I am just a cooler; I can't believe how blind I am. Why all my relationships never work because I'm too much of cooler.
My brain was so busy focusing on this fact, I completely forgot my tea. Instead I aimlessly wonder back to Nick's room. The feeling of hurt flooding back, I can't help but start talking letting my feelings out. "Is this what I am to you Millar, A little girl? So sweet and innocent! You just don't get it do you! That's not what I want. It's never been what I want. You're so impossible!" The anger leaves me and I decide I just need someone to talk too and a fake Nick would be the next best thing. Grabbing a pair of jeans which look harmless enough, I move back into my room. Stuffing a pillow into the jeans and removing my hoodie. I make what looks like a reasonable Nick. All though there is one thing missing. Remembering what Schmitt had brought for No reason earlier; I head back into the kitchen and grab a melon. Putting it in place I see the Nick. Not my nick, but he will do for now.
Without my hoodie I now realize the cold. So I head to my wardrobe and grab a jacket. With one glance. I turn to melon nick "you know what I'm going to organize my clothes Millar." I swear that I can almost hear his Chicago voice replying "Why don't you just leave them in a pile, it makes life easy Jessica." I can't help but smile.
Nothing with you make's life easier Millar.