Disclaimer: I do not own the song that has become the inspiration for this story, as well as it's title, New Girl, any of its episodes, or any of its characters
Song: Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra
"Hey, tell her you're sorry."
"What for"
"You'll find out.
"I mean I'm sure I did something stupid, but what did I do?"
"Just tell her you're sorry."
"What did I do?"
"You did something stupid, now tell her you're sorry."
Season 2 Episode 2: Katie
March 9, 2017
"Shit." Schmidt murmured as he opened the front door. He turned around and called out to his fiance, immediately taking the sobbing girl out of the hallway and into his arms.
"Oh god, Schmidt. I-I can't…He… H-H-He…" He took note of her hair matted at her face, her bright eyes greatly streaked with red and shimmering with tears, any trace of his former perky roommate gone.
"Jess?" At the sound of her name, the girl released herself from Schmidt's hold and ran towards her best friend.
The two shared panicked glances, neither knowing what to do. Jess shook in Cece's arms, words falling along with the gasping breaths passing through her lips.
"I gotta go check on Nick." Schmidt's panicked eyes met Cece's as Jess' sobbing grew in volume at the name. He grabbed his keys as Cece gave him a hesitant nod, her eyes wide with worry as her arms tightened around the crying girl.
He closed the door behind him, sprinting towards the elevator to the garage, his grip on his keys tightening in anxiety. He quickly started up his car and pulled into the L.A. traffic. His fingers drummed impatiently at the steering wheel as the possibilities of what could have happened passed through his mind but none of them really matching up to the reality that faced him as he opened the door with his key.
The first thing that hit him was the strong smell of alcohol. Schmidt stood, dumbfounded at the sight before him. There were shattered glass scattered next to him, the mouth of a tall bottle giving an indication of what it was. The gentle vibration of the phone in his pocket brought him out of his reverie. He tore his eyes away from the slumped figure of his best friend amidst a pile of debris and glanced at the illuminated screen of his phone.
Cece
Text Message
He opened the message; the words biting.
I'm going to kill him.
So I'm just sitting here trying to put my thoughts into words and thought about going after a multichapter for once. Now there's just the haunting dread about whether or not people would actually want to endure my thoughts for an extended period of time.
Let me know your thoughts?