"Schmidt, what on earth are you eating?" Winston squeezed his eyes together lightly as he passed the island, heading straight for the fridge.
"I'm trying a detox. It's Scottish oatmeal with a mixture of exotic fruits. You should really try it." Schmidt swallowed, giving Winston another famous talking to.
"It looks like a homeless man's vomit. I'll think I'll pass." Winston replied without looking at Schmidt, grabbing the orange juice from the shelf on the side of the fridge door.
"Winston, I will say this again. Treat your body like a-" Schmidt held in his frustration as he raised a finger.
"Like a temple, I know. For the twentieth time, I get it." Winston threw a sarcastic grin at Schmidt as he leant against the kitchen top. "Hey, where's Nick and Jess?" He lightly frowned after removing the juice bottle from his lips, licking them in the process.
"Jess is still in her room with Sam and Nick is snoring outrageously loudly in his pit." Schmidt spat the last part of his sentence with disgust.
It was weird to start the morning with only two people up in the loft, according to Winston. Once one person awake, the rest followed. "Your hook up still in your room?" Schmidt threw Winston a smug nod as he showed the pride he felt for his room mate.
"Dude, Daisy's no 'hook up'. She's great, I can seriously see myself starting something with her-" Winston admitted, peering back to the hallway where Daisy slept in his room. "No, no, no, Winston!" Schmidt sighed, pushing himself off of the island stool.
"Rule number one of hook ups-" He began, raising his finger. "She's not a hook up." Winston added. "Do not get attached!" Schmidt prodded his best friend in the gut.
"Do not prod me with your pedicured fingers!" Winston yelled in his posh accent.
"Keep the noise down, Winston. My hook up's still asleep, too." Schmidt glared at Winston. "Last night was amazing. She was so emotional due to the fact I was previously fat and mine and Cece's whirlwind of a relationship." Schmidt's expression quickly changed from a scowl to a grin of pride. "It wasn't really a whirlwind, just a lot of sex..." Winston muttered with a shrug as Schmidt clearly ignored him.
"My inner sexual snowflake blossomed." Schmidt grinned with his words, pride taking over. Giving Schmidt one look he was no stranger to, Winston pointed to the table behind the sofa.
"Jar. Now."
...
Jess' eyes fluttered open as she awakened from what felt like a peaceful and relaxed sleep. Blinking a few times, Jess peered up at her ceiling with half opened eyes, slowly feeling her head become heavy with the amount drink inhaled from last night.
She began to remind of herself of the events from the previous night. They played True American, she remembers that. Her and Nick-
NICK.
Jess' already large and bright eyes shot wide open before sitting up without a breath.
Oh my god, she thought. Her heart began to race like never before as she thought back to, what happened. The kiss. Oh god, the kiss.
Jess found herself daydreaming about that intense, sharp, melting moment her and Nick had shared. What on earth had gotten into him? She knew something had changed when Nick blurted out that sentence earlier on in the evening. "Not like this."
Nick's words were quick and desperate, Jess recalled. What on earth had gotten into him? But Jess' other question was, what the hell had gotten into her?! Grabbing the pillow behind her, Jess leaned her elbows into it. Head in her hands, she screamed silently before punching the pillow.
...
Rolling over, Nick checked his digital alarm clock. '10.34 AM'. That was some sleep, Nick sighed.
It took Nick a few moments to realize what actually happened last night. Once or twice, the memory had to repeat itself in his mind for it to sink in. Eyes open wide with realization, Nick clenched his fist together.
"Oh my god!" His words were a strained whisper, but the tensing in his muscles and face spoke otherwise. Turning on his back, Nick's hand moved to his face.
What on earth had gotten into him?! Why did he do that? It's Jess! His room mate and one of his best friends! Why, why, why?!
He went over his stupid in-the-moment action through his mind. Grabbing her arm, pressing his lips against hers longingly, not knowing where to place his hands. But it all fell together perfectly. She kissed back.
Nick's heart began to race at that thought. It wasn't a one guy job. She acted upon it. She didn't pull away or yell or hit Nick. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body against his. She even let him kiss her once or twice more.
Nick's mind was swirling around with unanswered questions as well as panic. What would everyone say? What would Sam do? Would Jess tell anyone? Would it be kept a secret? Did she really want that kiss? But the one question that was noticeably swimming through Nick's mind was; Did he regret it? Nick sighed. No.
Not one little bit.