Jess woke up to the sound of the shower running, and a bed missing a certain Nick Miller. That was until he walked out in just his towel, hair soaked, and smelling like a cupcake factory, all Jess could do was giggle. 'Yes. I smell like cupcakes, get over it it was the only one you had!' He grabbed his clothes from yesterday and stomped back over to the bathroom, Jess couldn't help but gush at the whole scene, she and Nick were talking again, and they had the best night they've had in a long time since he left for New Orleans in the first place. It reminded her a lot of that night, the one before he left. They were finally on speaking terms, finally back to where they were, the only problem was that she knew in that peaceful moment in bed, that she did still love him, no matter how hard she tried not to.
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As Nick stood brushing his teeth with the spare toothbrush Jess has brought with her, he couldn't help but think about what had just happened, he had forgotten the way she looked in the morning, hair slightly messy, but never matted, eyes still slightly heavy, but overall he continues to imagine the way she giggled. The way her smile spread across her face. He loved it when she was happy, it brought him happiness. He realised that he hadn't actually seen her this happy since he left, and instantly felt shitty that he didn't realise that the woman he claims he's so in love with was sad. He decided that there was no way he could hold it in anymore, he had been holding it in since she was with Ryan. He had to tell her at some point, maybe not now, but soon.
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Jess had gotten dressed and now banging on the bathroom door, 'Miller open up I need to brush my teeth!' She continued banging on the door until eventually, it swung open revealing Nick doing the exact same thing. They both stood there, brushing their teeth giving sideways glances, both containing the same longing. As Nick finished, he turned around to walk out of the room, 'Jess...' He said, mouth full of toothpaste and water. 'Yeah, Nick' she responded, mouth filled with the same thing, same muttered a response. Now with a clean mouth, Nick bluntly stated 'I missed ya Jess, I'm glad we're okay now.' And with that, he walked out. Jess smiled to herself, for once not wishing for more. She did her hair and walked out of the bathroom to find a fully packed bag and Nick standing by the door with her shoes. 'Come on, let's go home.' And he walked out the door. .
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Finally, they reached the loft, all of Jess' things in hand. As soon as they stood in apartment 4D they were bombarded with hugs and worried friends, mainly focusing on Nick, Schmidt took his face in his hands and kisses Nick. 'Schmidt man stop Fredo kissing me!' Schmidt walks back to his wife who's hounding Jess about what happened the night before but getting little in the way of answers. The gang was interrupted when Nick claimed he would be going out swiftly followed by him grabbing his wallet and leaving. No explanation just got up and left. They all turned to Jess who was equally as confused. This was followed by an exception of yeah well it's 'Nick isn't it' before they all headed off to the kitchen to hound Jess and try to get answers.
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Nick wondered around the market, searching for the right bunch, his first thought was roses. No, he thought Jess isn't really a rose person. Jess more a sunflower kinda girl, a little different and quirky but bright and beautiful. Sunflowers it is he said to himself grabbing a bunch and walking towards the chocolates. He walked down when he halted for a second .. soft pretzels... he was instantly overwhelmed with memories, it wasn't particularly an important one nor a sweet one actually it wasn't necessarily good it was jess shouting at him
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Jess had lost her job and had trouble paying Schmidt for gas. "Ya know what I'm shutting off the gas until you can get me the money." everyone at the table started complaining to Schmidt about how this wasn't fair. "that's called tough love alright, no more handouts. Now, what are you gonna do about it? How are you gonna pay the gas bill?" Jess looked at Schmidt with annoyance and confusion and bluntly stated that she didn't know. Nick decided to intervene, "I have an idea. get a job!" Jess then went on to explain how the school year had already begun and that she had some "important" decisions in regards to her resume. to be honest, it was just procrastination, the font and spacing didn't really matter. "okay Jess just update your resume ya ninny" Nick said leaving the table, Jess raising her voice said, "did you call me a ninny?" "Yeah I called you a ninny, because your acting like a ninny ya ninny" Nick had now begun to raise his voice at her which only meant Jess would raise hers more "don't call me a ninny I'm PMSing!" He and the rest of the gang cringed excessively with himself claiming it was yucky. Jess then went on to tell them "it feels like I've laid a million eggs and they're all hatching. I feel like I wanna murder someone, also I want soft pretzels." That led Winston to say he felt the same and for her to threaten to kick their privates off so they look like Ken dolls which wasn't the best part.
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Although this wasn't the best memory he had of her it was still a memory they shared, and he knew that from this she loves soft pretzels, he picked them up and put them into his basket containing dinner foods and the flowers. Next wine! He walked over to the wines and looked at all on display whites, reds, champagnes all of which looked amazing, although to be honest, he would drink anything alcoholic. This time though he was shopping for pink wine Hampton Water stuff to be precise, her favourite brand. She pretty much only drank that sp he knew she liked it. he walked over to the tills where the woman serving him looked at the items and smiled "She's a lucky girl whoever she is." he laughed to himself pondering if it was that obvious, then he realised the flowers, "No trust me I'm the lucky one, shes literally the most beautiful person inside and out." her smile widened with the comment. "well then who said romance was dead" Nick thought to himself, probably me a few years ago. Nick walked out of the store and proceeded to call Schmidt. "Nicholas where are you? were all worried sick over here." Nick rolled his eyes he knew it was in fact only Schmidt that was worried "Look I need you to do me a favour, get everyone out of the loft, I need it to myself" the vagueness of the reply ate at Schmidt, he desperately wanted to know. "Whatever for?" Nick sighed and lowered the phone for a moment, he knew he should have asked Winston. "Look just get everyone out for like 2 hours and make sure Jess comes back alone and you lot stay out for the rest of the night okay, cool thanks Schmidt, I owe you one" "You most certainly do... and he's gone."
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