Hi people! This is my new "New Girl" fanfic about Nick and Jess! Hope you enjoy
this, it will only consist of 10 or so episodes, just in time for Christmas!
MERRY CHRISTMAS, THANKS FOR READING, and apologizing first for every writing mistake
I've made. :)
A VERY "NESS" CHRISTMAS
We're not sending this Christmas postcards under the name of "Ness". - protested Nick. Schmidt and Winston were trying to decide who would be the one to choose the Christmas tree that year, but not just the tree: The Tree (like Schmidt said). Meanwhile, Nick and Jess were writing the postcards they would sent for their families, friends, blah blah blah. Christmas was around the corner, and they had to work their asses to prepare everything just in time.
Why not? Everyone is smart enough to understand it. - replied Jess. She was really excited, and was trying to decide which title was better. She thought that the combination between Nick and Jess, "Ness", would look gleefully beautiful in those postcards.
I didn't.- interrupted Schmidt. Jessica stood up, and faced the smiley face that Schmidt had on.
I said "smart enough". Shut up Schmidt! I'm in my period right now! Don't you want to piss me off! - she shouted. That was all they needed to make him run away. And he did it. Mission succeeded.
Thanks Jess! I owe you one! - said Winston before leaving the room, smiling like he had never did and ready to pick up the best choice for the Tree. Nick lifted his hands and covered his face with them for a moment.
There's no way I'm entitling these things with "Nessy". It's worst enough to be sending them that I'm going to call my relationship "Ness"?! - Jessica was quite angry at the time. Her eyes were shining and, on Nick's eyes, that was the cutest thing that she could make. He had that brown stare at her, begging her not to do it.
Just tell me why! It's funny and it's lovely. - she argued. He was being so unfair, she thought. He was taking responsibility, something that he had never done; in fact, he needed her help to take off his clothes when they were about to do it. She still remembered that time he had to obey and change his clothes because the day before, when she was trying to nake him, his T-shirt caught in his head, and she spent the night laughing at him 'cause he looked like a nun.
It's not funny! I'm not naming my relationship "Ness". Believe me, if someone reads this, they will probably think we're organizing a Scottish Christmas party! - she opened her eyes, and when she blinked for the second time, she got up.
I knew this was too much for you. Give me your postcards. - Nick had been excited to be writing those postcards with her, but, of course, he wouldn't haven't done it if it weren't for her. He shook his head side to side.
No. - she tried to steal him some of those little letters but he shoved the half of them off the table.
Give me the postcards, Nick. - he got up, took all of the postcards he could and stepped away from her, although he knew she would approach. He only needed an exit and he had to ran. He needed to make a sacrifice: let the postcards fly out of the window or lose half of them in his way to lock himself in the bedroom?
No. - he looked like a huffy little baby, shooking his head decisively in refusal. She never liked that of him, but somehow that turned her on.
Give me the...! - she jumped to him and they both fell to the floor. Nick was trying to get rid of her while he tried to move away the postcards as far as he could from her hands. And she was probably winning.
Maybe it was her perfume, or maybe it was her beautiful blue eyes shining over his, but the postcards did matter less when they fused each other in a passionate kiss. Leaving them on the floor, they got up from the ground and Nick lifted Jess from it, stepping away from the living room with her in his arms. They locked themselves in the bedroom.
Seriously?! - shouted Schmidt when he saw all that paper mess on the floor. That was one of the things that made him feel uncomfortable and dirty. - I'm not going to clean this up, mates! - he said indignantly. He tried to leave the room, but he couldn't. It was too much. - Fine.- and he began to pick up the postcards.