Because she was, in all honesty, his everything. He knew that so long as he had Jess he could face living the rest of his life as a mediocre bartender with old man clothes. He had that ring hidden in the deepest realms of his closet for the last few weeks, praying Jess didn't feel the need to have an impromptu sort of his wardrobe any time soon. He had been planning for what felt like years, thinking about the most perfect way to propose - but nothing sprung to mind. He imagined countless cheesy proposals in the middle of public places, much like the oh-so cliché rom-com proposal movies Jess forced him to watch. He was exhausted, this engagement malarkey was taking a huge amount of thought, much more effort than he had ever considered, but it's all for her he thought, she was worth it. He decided to give himself a break, sauntering back into the living room he was greeted by the sight of his tiny girlfriend surrounded by piles of boxes, filled with various beauty products. He instantly knew who was responsible for this mess...
"Damn it Schmidt, no! I draw the line here" Indicating to one particularly large box, filled with inordinate amounts of packaging and what looks like several jars of Schmidt's hair chutney.
"I do not expect to come into our shared living space and find my girlfriend drowning in hair sauce" Schmidt sprang up from behind one of the boxes looking disgruntled and exasperated at the clear lack of concern from his roommate when it comes to his beauty regime.
"I don't expect you to understand my ways Nicholas, you chubby, simple man. But I do expect you to not have eye sex with your 'girlfriend' across the room whilst I am clearly still present" Schmidt spat the last few words, still incredibly sceptical of their relationship, but Nick didn't care. Even though he had been absent from her for only minutes, he was still taken aback by the sight of her, her floaty tea dress clinging to her tiny waist and grazing her thigh; her hipster-esque glasses perched atop her delicate features and flawless porcelain skin. She really was perfection; it took him huge amounts of will power to not just rush over to her right now and drag her back into his room. No he had to concentrate. Jess wandered towards him and wrapped her tiny arms round his neck; he felt her body pressed against his, their two frames melting into one.
"Do you want to go to bed? I'm pretty tired from helping Schmidt move all his hair crap" Her huge eyes blinked up at him, faltering slightly at the mild profanity she used, but she knew it turned him on, pushed his buttons. He felt his stomach flutter and head flood with images, fuck. But he promised himself that he would figure his dilemma out before giving into his 'urges' so he gave her a quick but tender kiss and said that he was exhausted from his earlier shift at the bar so he just wanted to go to bed so he'd meet her there in a minute. After she left, looking slightly disappointed but equally drained, he sunk down into the sofa and put his head in his hands, still searching desperately for the perfect way to ask the woman he loved to spend the rest of her life with him.
An hour or so later he gave up and slouched back across the hall and into his room, where he found Jess wrapped in one of his old shirts. He slipped in next to her and just watched the steady rise and fall of his girlfriends body in her most vulnerable state, still so beautiful, and all of a sudden he knew, he knew exactly what he had to do and how he was going to do it.