AN: If you thought the first chapter was dialogue heavy – get ready for chapter 2. And yeah, I wrote another chapter. This time it's just Nick and Jess. Again: I don't own anything, except for grammatical errors.
Some time has passed, when Jess and Nick lay in each other's arms on his bed. Was it half an hour?An hour? More? Maybe even the whole duration of 'Dirty Dancing'? Who knew. All they knew, was that both of them were finally together again.
"Hey, Jess?", he said lovingly into her hair, as she laid on his naked torso.
"Mhm...?", she purred.
"First, if you do that sound, so help me God, I won't survive the night. But - more importantly - second: Will you answer me this? Have you thought about redecorating your room?"
"Okay, mister. First: I'd make sure you'd survive this night, cause I have plans for us. Long-term plans. And second: No, why?"
"Well, this thought popped into my head: since all your stuff is already boxed up, how about you just move it into this room?", he asked rather hopeful and tentatively. She pulled herself up and looked into his eyes.
"Are you serious? You want us to share a room again? Do you remember the last time? And do you remember Reagan?", she asked a bit scarred of the outcome.
"I do. But hear me out. As weird as this may sound: I have thought about it. Well, not today to be honest. But over the last three year's. And I think I know, why it wouldn't work the last time with us."
"I think I know where this is going... Nick, please stop."
"No, why? I finally figured it out. It was me. I was a child back then."
"See. I knew you where going to say that. I hate it, when you keep doubting yourself."
"But, Jess. I'm trying to tell you: I am done. No more childish behaviour. I want us. I want you. I want us to be together, whenever we can. And when we go to bed each night, I want to hear about your day. And I want to tell you about mine. Because I simply can't imagine my life without you in it." he babbled on - somehow not stopping himself from purring his heart out. On everything he missed out on.
"Well, Miller. This proposal does sound wonderful. How about my counter-proposal: We will play a little game I'd like to call: "One thing needs to go". It goes as following: We will each name one weird thing from the past, which happened in our respective rooms, explain it, and in the end promise to never let that thing happen again. Deal?"
"Okay. I don't know where this is going, but I think I can deal with this. Do you wanna start?"
"Yes, please. Okay. Are you ready?"
"Hit me."
"What about that glass of yoghurt?"
"What glass of yoghurt?"
"That disgusting glass of that gooey substance, which resembled yoghurt, which I had to get rid of, when I came back from Jury Duty."
"Oh. You mean the glass of milk? That was there because of Ferguson!"
"What does Ferguson has to do with this travesty of disgusting substance being in your room?"
"Well, I once came in here and found him on my bed. And he just laid there, chewing on a dead mouse. I thought it was his way of sending his regards to me in a truly Lannister-fashion. Or he was marking his territory. Either way, I tried to do a peace offering by presenting him with the biggest glass of milk I could find. It worked for a while. He purred like a king, whenever he was chilling in my room. But, then... Somehow other things happened."
"What? Somehow, that sounds even more disgusting! Did Winston start another cat brothel? In your ROOM?"
"No... But Ferguson. Well. He somehow didn't take me seriously anymore."
"What would Ferguson do, that he wouldn't take you seriously? He's a cat!"
"Well, he keeps closing doors into my face."
"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."
"No, it's true."
"Really?! In what situation was Ferguson annoyed by you, that he magically jumps up the door and somehow closed it? He's not a dog!? His miniature size would prevent him from closing it."
"I don't know. I just know that he somehow learnt to do it. And it only ever happens, when I'm around. Or whenever he's annoyed with me."
"Okay. Name one instance when that happened."
"I think it might've happened tonight, actually."
"You mean the closed door from earlier? That is not possible. It was still open, when I ran up here and then back down to you."
"See. That's exactly my point. I also left it open, when I was running down to YOU! And I was supposed to feed Ferguson. Winston told me via text. But I didn't, since you were all over my mind, obviously."
"But, following that logic, why wasn't the door been already closed when I came running in the first time?"
"Well, he takes about 5 minutes to actually get it closed. It is true. Ask Winston."
"Oh, believe me. I will. But I think he might have some other stuff on his mind right now."
"Yeah, with his engagement and that psycho-door-closing-cat."
"No, that's actually not what I meant. I mean his dad."
"His dad? What about his dad?"
"Aly found him. And Winston called him earlier-"
"WHAT? But that douchebag walked out on him. And I had to pick up the pieces. He was a mess. Why would he just call him? Without talking to me first?"
"Because he tried to make me see the errors of my behaviour earlier. When I tried to walk away from us, thinking you wouldn't give us another chance."
"Oh. OH! I'm so sorry, Jess. And believe me – again – I won't make you feel that way anymore."
"Thank you. And I believe you. But maybe you should talk to Winston tomorrow. I think he really needs your support right now."
"Yeah, I will. Man, what a big day for Loft 4D. Cece's knocked up, Schmidty becomes a dad, Winnie talking to his dad and us moving in together."
"Not so fast, mister. You haven't agreed on anything yet. And neither have I. And before that..."
"Fine! Yes, I will not leave out food for furry pets anymore. Okay?"
"Okay. So. What do you want me to get rid of?"
"The fluffer drawer.", he said, way to eagerly.
"Really? But you built it! It's our symbol of our beginning love for each other."
"Yeah, but Sam used it way too long. And he was also the reason, that I almost didn't get a chance with you. I just want you to get rid of it, so we can built a new one. Together. One, which we both pick out."
"That does sound really nice, when you put it like that. Fine. Deal. I will get rid of the drawer."
"So. That's it?! You'll move in?!"
"I think so. But we won't rent out my room yet. I will use it as my crafting area. Maybe Aly can store some of her Japanese game show items in there. You know, one item we can both take advantage of", she said winking at him.
"That sounds kinky, but I love it. And I love you", he moved in stealing a kiss from her.
"I love you too. But please. Just. One more thing", she said between kisses.
"Anything", he said, turning is attention to her neck.
"No drying of meat, ham or any other edible food in the closet. That somehow falls into the same category as the milk. Okay?"
"Okay. I'll just dry it our new crafting room, then."
"Niiiick?!"
"On the roof, then?!", he asked with his trade mark puppy look on his face.
"That's my boy. Now. Do we wanna christen our new room?", she asked with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Oh, hell yeah!", he said enthusiastically, kissing her, loving her, and starting his new life with her. Just because he took his life into his hands.
End notes: I haven't planned for more chapters. But who knows. Maybe there'll be more.