You guys realize this isn't done yet, right? ;)
Also, this is my first time writing in the New Girl fandom, so...hello, hope I'm doing satisfactory for all those Nick/Jess fans out there so far!
Please review.
Y'know, there's something different about Jess. I can't exactly put my finger on it; maybe it's the way she walks –no –dances into the kitchen every morning, something by the Smiths often humming on her lips. Maybe it's the way she washes dishes, or curls into a tiny ball on the couch after every work day, content to stare at a blank screen until Winston or I turn on a game. Or, maybe it's her wardrobe, though it's been gaining some normalcy in the past few months; dresses have taken up the majority of her closet, from what I've seen her wear recently.
Okay, so I can't define what that 'it' might be, but it just makes her that much more attractive. That quirk, I mean; not that she isn't already stunning on her own. She could be dumb as rocks and still be beautiful to look at, with her long, dark brown hair, curling this way and that to match her equally 'curly' persona. I'd totally run my fingers through it. But I can't, because Jess, my friends, is off limits. Why? Let me show you.
Okay, Jess and I date. Everything is fine for the first couple of months, but suspicion begins to surface because we're both too weird for our own good, and neither of us completely trusts the relationship we currently have. So, we space for a little while, and go into the 'awkward friend' stage, where conversation is almost non-existent, and eye contact is out of the question. This is because we've now seen each other naked, most likely. Friends don't see each other naked. That just doesn't happen. The awkward friend thing goes on for a few weeks, maybe a month, until one of us, probably me –because I am a male and I have greater sex drive because of goddamn testosterone –will say something to the other about how this is awkward and we should just stop, and either call it off or try again. Then comes the make-up sex, which is rough and bloody, and full of teeth. Excuse me while I cringe, even if I would love for Jess's teeth to be pulling and nipping my olive skin. Blood and I don't sit well, guys.
Anyways, then we get back together and date for a year or so (I'm being generous, bear with me) and then one of us loses feelings for the other and BAM, ugly break-up ensues. Then one of us moves out, and never speaks to the other again.
This is why I can't be with Jess. I don't want to sacrifice my amazing friendship with her for sex and her lips on mine, and her hair through my fingers. I don't want the fun of having a best friend to die for a night of cuddling and watching movies on the couch, and maybe fooling around under the blankets once or twice. She means too much to me for me to hurt her. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened, I swear.