Title: CeCe's Right

Author: WriterGirl89

Fandom: New Girl

Rating: R (for some launguage & sex. Duh!)

POV: Third-Person

Pairing: Nick/Jess. Always!

Summary: After 'CeCe Crashes'. Jess confronts Nick and realizes how astute her model friend is as well as a few revelations about her own feelings for her gruff roommate.

Author's Note: Okay, we all know CeCe was, in fact, right that whole episode, correct? And if you hadn't been sure the WHOLE episode, then remember the 'bathroom/feet' scene at the end there? I mean, come on!

Disclaimer: Don't own a damn thing!

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Jess hadn't realized that she had been staring at her roommate until Nick met her eyes through their bathroom mirrors and smiled at her, even as he continued brushing his teeth and shook his head a bit in his actions.

She honestly couldn't figure out why that smile made a blush grow from her cheeks all the way to her hairline. She didn't. Honest.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he looked very cute when he smiled. Nope. Not at all.

She turned a bit in, what she hoped, was an inconspicuous move on her part and as wanted, it gave her a good view of him from the side.

She took him in from this angle, his profile, the five o'clock shadow framing his actually quite nice jawline and a thought of how idiotic Caroline was to give him up crossed her mind blazingly before it was replaced altogether.

He's handsome, huh? Her mind inquired out of the blue. Way more good-looking than a Walter Matthau…

Even as she wanted to run away from the direction her mind was taking, a flash of CeCe and her words of Nick being 'into her' passed her mind quickly and she flushed again.

Maybe… Maybe it's not soo bad. Obviously, CeCe's wrong. It's Nick. He doesn't think of you that way. He can't possibly. He cares for you. He's maybe fond of you. But, so are the other guys. He probably just thinks of you as an annoying younger sibling…

Jess didn't wanna get into how disappointed she felt as that particular thought crossed her mind and subconsciously battled against it.

But, she didn't point out Winston or Schmidt. She singled out Nick. So, there!

Yeah, because he was the only one not hitting on her.

Or maybe he does like me. Maybe he does want me. What do you think of that?

Maybe you should just ask him.

Maybe I will!

Fine. Go ahead.

Fine! I will!

After she and Nick finished their routine together, just as he was about to leave, she took the bull by the large horns and called out to him by the time he was almost towards the door. "Nick?"

He turned and looked at her expectedly. "Yeah, Jess?"

She took one look at him and instantly became nervous. She couldn't do this. She was just asking to be humiliated and embarrassed. She couldn't. She just couldn't-

"Can we talk?" I'd much rather be disappointed and embarrassed than be a chickenshit.

He frowned at the anxiety in her voice. "Sure."

She walked over to where he stood and closed the door, locking it. She knew Schmidt was already in bed and Winston was perched in front of the TV but, she didn't wanna risk going to either hers or Nick's room in order to avoid suspicion and/or... temptation. This way, they could have privacy on mostly neutral ground.

Well, it was a bathroom. But, it'll do.

She then walked over to the sink she'd used and turned, facing him and leaning against it as she spoke. "Can I ask you something?"

His own frown deepened and he shuffled on his feet a bit. "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"And if you don't wanna answer or feel uncomfortable, just say so, alright?"

He nodded slowly. "Oookay."

"Because your my friend and the last thing I want is for you to-"

"Jess!"

"Alright. Okay." She shuffled her feet a little herself and stared down at her covered toes as she spoke next. "Do you find me attractive?" She didn't think that was the wisest way to begin but, she genuinely wanted to know. If anything, it would probably encourage or discourage her from asking him the question that has been on her mind since she'd decided to actually ask him about anything at all.

About whether or not he wanted her half as much as CeCe said he might.

When he just stayed quiet and the temptation to look at the expression on his face became too much, she looked up and was startled to see his face completely etched with a sort of hunger and something else. Something she couldn't really identify. Something she wasn't sure she wanted to.

"Nick-"

"Yes. I do." He sounded kinda disgruntled and she started to realize she was pushing him a little and she knew she shouldn't.

But, she decided to, anyway.

"Do?" She questioned, peering at his face.

"I do find you attractive. Hell, I think your beautiful. Gorgeous even. Anything else? Because I really-" He gestured towards the closed door but, made no move to open it and leave and his dry sarcasm belied the words he spoke.

But, she heard the sincerity in them nonetheless. And the words he used to describe her. No man (not even Spencer) had ever said things like that to her. Well, her dad called her 'pretty princess' growing up but, that was it.

She interrupted him. "CeCe said something. About you..." She felt herself blush and smiled wryly, waiting for his denial. "...And me. She might have, maybe, sort of-"

"Jess! Now would be a good time to get to the point." Okay, he just sounded fustrated now.

So, she dove in. "She said that you were into me. That you kinda wanted me." She laughed a little, not looking at him. "I mean, I know she's wrong. She's just..." She did a dismissive hand gesture. "... a little overzealous sometimes. She goes a little crazy sometimes. She just-"

"She's right." She heard him say through her ramblings but, it took a while for it to catch her.

"I mean how could she even say such stupid-" Then his words caught on: She's right. What did he mean 'she's right'? And she was speechless for the first time since ever and just stared at him, taking him in again. The seriousness of his expression. Oh, boy.

"Wait, you mean..." She paused again, not believing this moment, despite everything. "... You mean, CeCe's right?"

Something passed across his face then and she wasn't quite sure if it was lust or anger but, he gritted out. "CeCe's right." He sounded kinda glum, as though he wasn't the least bit happy about his forced confession.

He then sighed tiredly. "Are we done here?"

She shook her head. "No." They had talk about this. If what she was feeling was any indication (a more than warm unfurling low in her belly and a racing of her heart), then they had to talk this out and they needed to get things clear on the table.

Quickly and before she could stop herself, she ran forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him out the bathroom door and into the living room, where Winston sat, still watching television and raising an eyebrow at his two roommates and looked on the verge of a wisecrack before she cut him off. "Hi, Winston. 'Night, Winston."

Then, not caring what her watching friend thought of them both, she went to the closest door that was her bedroom and yanked it open then walking in quickly and dragging a reluctant Nick with her before slamming the door closed behind them.

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A/N 2: Ohhh! Wonder what's gonna happen next? Besides action, of course! *laughs* Thanks for reading. Reviews are my air!