Authors Note:

Hello. This is my first New Girl fic. I've written before but it's been a LONG while, so constructive criticism is completely welcome, all I ask is be kind.

This story is something that has been rolling around in my head for a while now so I thought I'd just get it out because frankly, this hiatus is driving me crazy... and it's only day four!

Slight SPOILERS: some of the content has been taken from sides and spoilers that I have read for "Virgins" and "Winston's Birthday."

Also, please note that the ending to this is ALREADY WRITTEN! So if you really get into it, you wont have to wait too long. I will admit that the second chapter is giving me some trouble because Jess seems to be taking on a mind of her own. But I will get it up ASAP!

HAPPY READING.

I do not own New Girl or the characters! If I did, Nick and Jess would be together, making out and having babies already.

Chapter 1:

Jess sat at the bar stirring her drink abssentmindedly thinking about the events of the day. If any event in the history of time could have been described as a disaster, or train wreck or an implosion of epic proportions it would have been Cece and Shivrang's wedding.

It had started out so normally too…

*flashback*

Jess and Cece sat in the bridal suit, Cece putting the final touches on her hair and dress. She looked beautiful, but of course, she always looked beautiful, Jess thought. There was nothing that her model best friend could wear and not look good in. Hell, she could've walked down the aisle in a trash bag and she still would've been considered one of the most beautiful brides in the history of time.

Jess, however felt she looked awkward. It was an Indian wedding, and Cece had put her in a traditional Sari. It wasn't that the dress wasn't pretty, it was gorgeous, but Jess longed for her polkadots and brightly colored dresses that flared out at the bottom. She was also in heels. She hated heels. Jess wasn't the most graceful of people. She was known for falling over just standing still. Putting her in heels was the equivalent of having her walk a tightrope. She could fall at any second.

"Well, how do I look?" Cece piped up from her place at the mirror. She turned and faced Jess.

"Gorgeous. As always." Jess replied, after all it was the truth.

Cece's wedding dress, which was also a Sari, was bright red and embellished with gold sequins and trinkets. Her hair was up in curls with tendrils falling around her face. She had gold hoop earrings in, and a gold chain necklace. She was a sight. Jess knew that all the men who saw her leave that suit would be falling all over themselves at just a glimpse of her.

Cece smiled and came over to the bed where Jess was sitting. She looked happy, emphasis on "looked." Jess still wasn't sure of the whole arranged wedding thing. She couldn't imagine marrying someone she had only known for a few months, let alone had never seen naked. But then again, who was she to talk. Nick was on her mind constantly. Nick. Her roommate. Her best guy friend.

The one she had slept with a few days ago.

But today wasn't about her and Nick's.. relationship? Whatever. It was about Cece. It was Cece's day and no matter what Jess thought about her and Shivrang's arrangement she was going to do whatever it took to make Cece happy and her day special.

Cece sighed a happy sigh next to her. She beamed over at Jess. "What time is it?"

"Four on the dot. We have a half hour until the wedding starts. Is there anything you need Cece? Some champagne maybe?"

"That sounds great."

"I'll just head down to the bar and grab some. Give me ten minutes."

Jess got up, straightened her Sari and headed out of the room.

*Present time.*

The bar, Jess thought, thats where it had all started to go wrong. Funny that thats where Jess had ended back up at the end of the night. She lifted her drink to her mouth and took a sip, letting the warmth of the alcohol wash over her. Jess turned in her seat and spotted Schmidt across the room. He looked to be in deep conversation with Elizabeth and she did not look happy. Jess couldn't blame her. After what Schmidt did earlier that day… she didn't know if Elizabeth could ever forgive him, and Jess wasn't really sure that Schmidt cared if she did. After all, he had someone else on him mind.

On the other side of the room Jess spotted Winston and Daisy. They were about to leave the hotel, smiling up at each other, clearly headed back to the car to leave. Jess turned again, but no matter what direction she looked in, she didn't see the one person she was hoping to.

Nick.

She really needed to talk to him. After what had happened, there was no more avoiding the topic of his feelings. She NEEDED to know. Desperately. They couldn't dodge this conversation any longer. Not after the way he had acted earlier today.

But again, she didn't see him, and wondered where he went.