A/N: So this is my first New Girl fic; apparently according to a few friends and my mum (yikes!) I am Jess. Anyway I really hope you like it, please review! It's not going to be massively long, or short, but in the middle, and definately quirky =] R&R, love Amelie x
Who's that girl? Who's that girl? Well, it's definitely not Jess.
That girl is hideously embarrassing, and just so happens to be me.
Okay! So maybe it is Jess. But don't tell anyone. I'm in hiding, because I kind of think Nick may be sort of out for my blood… it honestly wasn't my fault that I broke another TV!
Maybe it was. That's what Nick says, anyway, and I can't argue with him when he does that cute little turtle face!
I am officially poopied. I recently discovered that I may have a tiny weeny little crush on Nick, and I found out that Cece was wrong, and he doesn't like me, because he's started dating this girl who's always hanging out at the bar, and they're all lovey and ridiculous. I mean, it's so irritating that I had to watch Dirty Dancing for another three days! Which caused Nick to ask what was wrong, which caused me to refuse, causing him to get angry, causing me to flail my arms, then… the remote made a hole in the screen.
So I'm hiding. But I have nowhere to go, because Paul isn't speaking to me anymore, and Cece's out modelling, so I might have to go back to Mrs Beverly's apartment and make camp in her closet.
No pun intended. So at the moment, I'm in the last place Nick will look – the bar he works at. I'm curled up in a corner booth with my hood up, and a Pepsi, and I mean I never drink Pepsi so he could never know it was me.
"Jess?" Oh God. He found me. How did he find me? Luckily I had sunglasses on, so he couldn't be sure, so putting on my best Cockney accent, I stood up.
"No, matey, you must be mistaken. I'm not Jess, I'm Elizabeth. Nice to meet you and all that, but must dash. Toodle-Ooh!" I tried to make a break for it, but Nick grabbed my arm.
"Jess, you can't keep running away from me. I'm not mad you broke the TV… okay Winston might be, but I'm not. I just want to know what made you do upset you had to watch Dirty Dancing, then run from me when I asked about it!" He protested, sitting me back in the booth and stopping me from getting up again. "There's no telly to break here, Jess. Tell me what's wrong." I couldn't resist those eyes! Or the Chicago drawl, or the turtle face he's pulling. But he was dating someone else.
"It's nothing, Nick." I lied, pulling my stupid grin face. "You know I can't hide ma crazy!"
"That's how I know when you say it's nothing, I know you're lying." He looked down and shook his head. "You know, I actually thought we were getting somewhere here, Jess. I thought you knew you could open up to me. That's why I just spent an hour going to all the places I could think of to try and find you, even though I was supposed to be going out with Sarah today!" Oops. So in trying to avoid wrecking the relationship, I may have actually destroyed it.
"I'm sorry, Nick! I really didn't mean to do anything that would stop you from going on your date!" I apologised. Realising that I wouldn't get away, that Nick wouldn't let it drop, I sighed and slumped in the seat. I tried singing to him what it was that was going through my head. "There was a girl, she like a guy, he had a girl, it made her cry… who's that girl? It's Jess!" I looked at the table, and then back up at him. "Did that make any sense?" Nick nodded, looking pensive.
"So you like this guy who already has a girl?" He asked, and I pulled his turtle face, nodding. "And that made you cry?" He scowled. "Look, Jess, if this guy doesn't realise that you're so much more than any girl he's dating, then he should put all his savings in the douchebag jar." I smirked at the irony of it all, but didn't tell him. "So who is it? Winston and I'll beat the crap out of him if you want us to. Schmidt will probably do it anyway." I shook my head.
"It's nothing, really. I just felt like pulling out a good DVD and watching it. Not that I can now… God I'm so sorry, Nick! I don't have enough money to buy another TV and I've broken two… and I ruined your day…" I put my head in my hands and got up. "Sorry, Nick, I know I'm in trouble. Sorry, Nick, I know I'm in the wrong, but I hope you'll forgive me with my silly little song! Who's the girl singing in the bar… it's Jess!" I sung, and dashed out of the bar. I had to get out of there. I vaguely heard Nick shouting from behind me, telling me to wait, but I couldn't look him in the eyes any longer.
She's the girl in love with her roommate, and she broke her second TV, who's that girl? It's Jess!