Hey guys, this chapter's a little bit shorter than the last one, but I think it has all the necessary requirements. Thank you for all the lovely reviews I got! The New Girl fandom is so nice, I love you all. Constructive criticism is welcomed.
Also, I am very aware that the last chapter was very rough but I have edited it and hopefully now it is at the required standard.
Anyway, happy reading!
Disclaimer: New Girl is not mine I'm just borrowing the wonderful characters.
Chapter 2: Phone Thief
As Nick lay in Jess's bed, a warm feeling of contentment washed over him and he realized that this was the first time since… well since he could remember that he'd ever been this happy. For the last few years, living with Jess, he knew that being around her made him a better person and he knew that she was one of the best people he knew; he just hadn't realized what that meant.
Nick first accepted that he had feelings for Jess the moment he saw her naked- and the feelings he felt weren't mere lust nor were they platonic- it was something a whole lot deeper than that. Yes, of course he was very very attracted to her sexually, and he had been for a very long time, but when her saw her standing there, in all of her magnificent glory, he knew that what he felt for her was nothing to do with sex. He liked her.
Nick couldn't tell you what it was about that day when her towel dropped that made him like her; maybe it was the way she very nonchalantly told the girl he was with 'Welcome to our home'; maybe it was the way she tried to act blasé about the whole situation. Whatever it was, it made him start thinking about her in ways that was not very suitable for a purely platonic friendship.
Ever since then, Nick had been trying to squash his feelings for her, hiding them in the dark pit that he called his brain and his heart. Nick wasn't an emotional man, and he detested talking about anything to do with it, so for him, hiding his emotions on the verbal front was rather easy.
However, on the physical front, things were a little bit different.
Nick had many dreams about Jess, more than he would care to admit, and waking up in the morning (in all his glory) thinking about her was probably one of the most painful experiences.
Nick had laid in bed for hours, especially recently as his feelings for her had increased tenfold, and had thought up situations in which they would get together and he would kiss her and then they would just lie in bed together and hold each other.
And that was when Nick knew he was in too deep, because, not only was he thinking these thoughts about his roommate, but they weren't even sexual: Sex, Nick could understand. He was very experienced in that area- This, however, was different.
And so Nick had tried, and failed miserably, to keep his actions around Jess in check. Eventually he had acted on his attractions and to his vast surprise, she had reciprocated.
So, as Nick lay in Jess's bed, waiting for her to come back from Schmidt's room (he tried not to think too hard about what she might see upon entering), he thanked whatever forces pulled him and Jess together vigorously, because even though he knew he would never be good enough for her, it was nice to know that she liked him back, even if it was just a fraction of what he felt.
A male scream suddenly filled the loft, and was then joined by two, higher pitched, female screams. Nick jumped out of bed and slipped on his trousers and rushed to Schmidt's room to see what was happening. Winston, who was in his boxers and a tee-shirt, rubbing his eyes, an angry look distorting his features, came stomping out of his room.
'What the HELL guys.'
'Jess thought it would be appropriate to come into my room whilst me and Elizabeth were sleeping, naked, might I add, and steal my phone. What on Earth would possess her to do such a thing, I have no idea, but I demand she give me my phone back at once.' Schmidt was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, a sheet wrapped around his waist, hiding his genital area. Nick could only assume that Elizabeth was still in bed, either too mortified to come out, or too tired to care.
'Schmidt, I'm sorry, I know this looks really weird, but I promise you it was necessary,' Jess began, as Schmidt sent her a look of intense suspicion. Jess looked back down at the phone and was frantically clicking away.
'Why do you even need his phone Jess? You have your own God damn phone,' Winston said accusingly. 'Whatever, I don't even care. I'm going back to bed, but I swear to God, if you guys make any more noise, I will personally throttle you all.'
As Winston walked towards his room, Schmidt looked at her expectantly. 'Well?' He asked, raising his eyebrows in a very 'Schmidt' way.
'I can't tell you,' Jess said, looking up at him at him briefly, a guilty look in her eyes, but then almost instantly redirecting her gaze to his phone.
'Nick, can you please tell your woman to 'fess up about why she was stealing my phone! And tell her to give it back! What are you even doing?!' Schmidt demanded angrily, glaring at Nick.
Nick didn't know what to say to this; was Jess his woman? Did she want to be? He was afraid how to answer this, in risk of it sounding like Jess was his, but also in risk of it sounding as though she wasn't.
'Schmidt, just go back to sleep,' Nick said in a tired voice.
'So you're really not going to tell me why you were stealing my phone, like some common thief? Phone thief!' Schmidt exclaimed, now looking at Jess again, incredulity hinting in his voice.
'Nope.'
'God,' Schmidt said turning back into his room. 'As long as it's nothing to do with your freaky sex habits, I don't care anyway. Just give it back.'
Jess sighed and gave Nick a wary look, handing Schmidt the phone.
Schmidt slammed the door loudly and the muffled sounds of Winston shouting 'KEEP IT DOWN!' could be heard through the walls.
'So did you do it?' Nick asked, taking her hand and pulling her back into her room.
'I tried but Schmidt's phone is so weird and complex I couldn't figure out how to do it! Cece's going to kill me and Schmidt…' Jess trailed off. She had just realized something. Something very important that she had completely forgotten.
Her Dad.
Jess's eyes widened as she was just about to turn the corner to her room and she stopped, yanking Nick back with her. She put a finger to help lips.
'What?' Nick whispered, confused at what she was doing.
'My Dad,' She whispered back, pointing to the sleeping figure on the floor.
Nick's eye's also widened upon the news.
'How did we forget something like this?!' He exclaimed in a loud whisper, hysteria plaguing his calm.
'I have no idea. I have no idea how he's even still asleep. Let me go and check on him.'
As Jess walked hesitantly closer towards the blow up futon that her dad lay on, she saw the gentle rise and fall of his chest, signifying sleep. Upon a closer look she could see head phones in his ears.
She beckoned Nick to come towards her room.
Nick tiptoed towards Jess's door, and just as he was about to reach her, he tripped on something squishy and fell.
On top of Bob.
And it was very clear in which direction he had been heading.
'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!'
Sorry for the cliff hanger guys, but I have a plan, I promise! All reviews, favourites, follows and what not are very much appreciated, but it's up to you, I will still go on writing this story if I got 0 reviews.
Thanks for reading! Next chapter should be up around Monday.
