It's Friday. And Jess finally has a weekend to just relax. Cece is busy with her latest conquest, Schmidt's got a new secret girl. Even Winston has some plans with Shelby. So it looks like it's just her and Nick. No big deal, just two platonic roomies. Alone in the apartment. Acting like friends.

It's only weird if you make it weird, Jess she thought to herself. Just because we're both single... it doesn't mean that something's going to happen. We're friends. We're roommates. And that's WAY more important than what Little Jess may or may not want.

She walks in to the apartment and flops onto the couch. She's about to start channel surfing when she hears it. Muffled sobbing. Coming from Nick's room.

"Oh, no," she says to herself. She glances at the door. She has to at least try to help him. So she knocks on his door.

"Nick?" She asks.

"Julia?" he calls out hopefully.

"Umm, no Nick. It's me... Jess.:

"Go away, Jess."

Jess walks in to find Nick in bed dressed in the same sweatpants she saw him in yesterday. He's surrounded by tissues and still hugs the cactus Julia sent him to his chest.

"Hey, buddy." Jess says, taking in his odd appearance.

"Jess," he growls "I told you not to come in."

"Well, I came in anyway..." She says awkwardly. "So what are you gonna do about it, slim?"

"Please don't talk like an old timey reporter," Nick says exasperatedly.

"Nick, I-"

"Just get out, Jess!" He puts a pillow over his head.

"Sorry," Jess says and leaves, feeling like an idiot. She was just trying to help but I guess he didn't want any. Jess did not understand Nick. How could you be this sad and not want to talk to anyone? When she broke up with Paul she had to stay the night at Cece's place so she could watch Dirty Dancing, eat cupcakes, and cry.

That's it! Comfort food. That's what Nick needs. But what is cupcakes and Dirty Dancing for Nick?

An hour later, Jess knocks on Nick's door again.

"Nick?"

"I'm not here, Jess."

"Nick, I'm coming in."

"Don't!"

"Why not?"

"I'm naked!" Nick yells.

"Really?" Jess asks, shocked.

"If I was would you leave me alone?" he asks.

"Probably not" Jess replies honestly.

"Then, no, I'm not."

Jess walks in to find him in the same position in the same sweatpants.

"Get up." she says, hands on her hips to prove she means business.

"Jess, I told you I don't want to see anyone and I definitely do not want to leave this bed."

"Get up and come into the living room." She says in her most serious voice.

"Jess-"

"Nick, I will break out the feelings stick and my guitar," she threatens.

"I'm up," Nick jumps out of bed and follows her outside.

"Sit down," she points at the couch and he complies.

"What's going on?" Nick asks "Why can't I just lay in bed?"

"Because Nick, you just went through a break up and I know what that's like." Jess says.

"But Jess," he protests "I don't want to watch Dirty Dancing and eat a bunch of cupcakes."

"Of course you don't, that's my thing." Jess says.

"Then what are we doing?" Nick asks, nervous for whatever she must have planned.

Jess walks over to the fridge and pulls out a six pack of beer and a paper bag.

"I got us beer and steak sandwiches" Jess says setting the food down and turning on the TV "and I rented Die Hard."

Nick is stunned. How did he not know that this is exactly what he wanted? He can't believe she remembered his favorite sandwich place and knows his favorite bad mood movie.

"Jess, how did you know-"

"I just figured out the Nick Miller equivalent of cupcakes and Dirty Dancing." She smiles "Do you like it? And before you answer, there are brownies in the oven."

"Jess, I love it." he smiles back "Thank you."

"You're welcome" she replies warmly "Now let's watch Die Hard! Yippe ki yay, mother effer!"

"You can't say-"

"Shut up and let's watch Bruce Willis kick some ass." She sits down next to him and they dig into their sandwiches, grinning at the idea of the night ahead of them.