"Aaaah!" Nick Miller screamed as he padded into the kitchen, where he came face to face with Schmidt.

"Nicholas, do not say a word about my hair." Schmidt said pointing at his out of character flat hair. " I am late for work. Jess usually wakes me up with her Broadway shower medley, so I stopped using an alarm clock, but she didn't get up today. Now I am late from work, and to make matters worse, I can't find my Palov hair serum." He leaned over and sniffed Nick's head.

Nick jerked back "Hey man!"

Schmidt wrestled with his European coffee maker, before abandoning it all together. "It's not you, you smell like poor. Take a shower Nicholas."

Nick shot him a dirty look as he put a piece of toast into the toaster. "Has anyone checked on Jess?"

Winston walked into the kitchen, pulling his robe tight. "Jess got a baaaad batch of sumthin'. I heard her in there at like 4 a.m. Sounded like the exorcist."

Nick sighed. "I hope she didn't accept another mystery meat taco from Outside Dave again."

Winston put his hands on his hip. "She didn't want to upset him. She said he's fragile."

Nick sat his toast on a plate. "Don't touch my toast, I'll be right back." He walked over to Jess's door and knocked. "Jess? Jess are you ok?" She didn't answer. "Jess? I'm coming in." He opened the bedroom door. Jess lay in a ball in her bed in pink silk pajama bottoms with orange piping, and a green plaid pajama top. "Oh Jess, you must be really sick, your pajamas don't match."

Jess moaned. "I ralphed all over my other shirt."

Nick sat down gently on the edge of the bed, trying to give her enough personal space. Things had been weird in the month since they had broken up, and it was just starting to get back to somewhat "normal."

Jess moaned shifting onto her side. "I feel like I got hit by a bus."

Nick took in her pallor skin, dark circled eyes, and hair that stood up on one side. "you look like it too."

"thanks Miller." Jess said throwing a pillow at him.

"Seriously Jess, you should go to the doctor. Use that health insurance."

Jess shrugged off his worry. "it's just cooties from the kids, which by the way I need to get ready."

Nick's eyes widened. "you can't possibly be going to work."

Jess stood up, unsteady on her feet. "This morning in the middle of puke fest, I dropped Schmidt's hair goop into the toilet and 'weew weew weew it is expensive!"

Nick shook his head. "I'll give you the cash, you just take it easy."

"Stop it. Remember? It's over. We're just friends, that's what you said right?" She looked down at him with her big blue eyes. "If you wouldn't do it for Schmidt or Winston, don't do it for me. Besides, it's sloppy joe day and you know it's my FAV-O-RITE!" She stepped into her closet. "Now exsqueeze me I need to get dressed."

Nick lifted his hands in surrender. "ok, ok!"

"and while that great alliteration Marco, I can't allow you to title your story 'Hugging hoes in the hood.' Now if you turn to page 32 we will get started on imagery in writing." She turned to write on the board and dropped the chalk. She bent down to pick it up and "BING!" The button of her peter pan collar blouse popped off, hitting her desk with a clatter. "Oh snap!" Jess muttered, praying no one saw but it was too late. "Daaannng Miss Day! That shirt can't hold those gigantic bazoomas!" A student called out. Jess quickly grabbed her stapler and stapled her blouse. "Free write time!" She called and sat down at her desk. As soon as class was over, she called CeCe.

"Loft at 5. Bring copious amounts of wine."

Cece sighed. "Rough day? Was it that Miss Finkle again, I'll punch her in the"

"No Cece, it's not her. She just wants us to use the copier right."

"Jess, she made you cry."

"Cece it's not about that. I am Sicccck. Not sick in the cool kid way either. Like gas station sushi sick. I couldn't eat my sloppy joe or anything. To make matters worse, I popped a button off my favorite shirt. Gave the whole class a shot of Sophia and Blanche."

"Still can't believe you named your tits after the golden girls. I'll be there." Cece replied.

"you're the best Cece" Jess said, before hanging up.

Nick hated the afternoon shift at the bar. It was mundane and boring, and seemed to drag on and on. He sat on the bar watching on the small television. "Excuse me? Are you open?" A soft voice asked.

Nick spun around and was face to face with a beautiful, thin woman. "umm uhhh yeah." He stuttered, distracted by her full lips and dazzling green eyes.

"great. Whisky neat please."

Nick started making the drink. "Pretty strong drink, for this early in the day isn't it?"

She furrowed her brow. "Are you a bartender or a therapist?"

"Hey look! I didn't mean anything. . . "

"Sarah" she interjected.

"I didn't mean anything Sarah. Just making small talk."

She smiled at him. "what's your name?"

"Nick. Nick Miller."

She ran her finger over the rim of the glass. "you're scared of me. I like you Nick Miller."

"hello, hello!" Cece called out as she entered the loft.

"hello Mi Amor" Schmidt said, mid sit up.

Cece rolled her eyes. "What did you do to your hair?"

Schmidt motioned towards Jess's room. "She's in her room. Can't you hear the Swayze?"

Cece sighed. "I didn't know it was dirty dancing bad." She walked into Jess's room. "Jess? Hey Jess?"

Jess lay on her floor, sobbing quietly. "These are happy tears Cece. He caught her Cece. They did the jump."

Cece sat on the floor next to her. "Jess what's going on? Is that a staple holding your shirt together?"

She looked up at Cece. "I wish I knew. I feel like an alien has taken over my body. I've gone crazy."

"I think I know." Cece said pulling a small box out of the drugstore bag.

Nick whistled as he walked into the loft. "What a wonderful day isn't it gentlemen?"

Winston arched his eyebrow. "What is wrong with you Miller?"

Nick smiled. "This gorgeous girl came into the bar today right? She gave me her number. It's legit I called it already. We're going out Friday."

Schmidt "high fived him. "ahh Nick getting his mojo back. Describe her? Measurements? Oral hygiene? Let me guess she's a cougar?"

Nick walked down the hall. "Let me take care of some business first." He pushed open the door to the bathroom and found Cece, her hand clasped over her mouth and Jess, who was holding a pregnancy test with a bright pink plus sign on it, staring directly at him.