A/N: Hi guys. I just wanted to say a big thank you for all of your lovely reviews, they really do keep me writing! It has been raining here in blighty all weekend so I have had plenty of time to write a few bmore chapters, so this week will be filled with updates! I hope you enjoy this next chapter and I look forward to hearing what you think!

Chapter 10: Dirty Dancing anyone?

It had been 12 hours since Nick had left with Caroline. Jess's pillow was stained with her mascara, and her cheek was till tender from the slap. Attempting to wash the flashbacks of Nick and the fight away she decided it was time to move to another moping spot. Cece had called the school informing them of her 'sickness' as she knew her best friends grieving process could take a while.

The guys were at work and as she walked to the leather sofa she noticed just how much the atmosphere had changed since turtle face had left. Tossing her pillow and blanket on to the worn leather couch she walked to the kitchen to stock up on Cherry Garcia.

What is wrong with him? I guarantee he will turn into a alcoholic if he stays with her. Stupid Caroline!

She giggled to herself, a drunken Nick always made her laugh. It reminded her of the beach, how he had drunkenly confessed to his liking of her.

I like you a lot. I really do, I'm glad you're around.

Then came the sadness, again. Running back to the leather sofa she jumped under her blanket and tried to hide from the world. What made it worse was the couch itself, it smelled just like him.

Dirty Dancing it is.

Through her tears she managed to press every button on the remote until Dirty Dancing lit up the still broken screen.

I still cant believe that duck tape is holding. Ah Mr Miller, ever the handyman.

She watched the film, it still got to her. Even in Spanish.

Stupid remote language thingy.

It didn't take her long to fall into a dreamless sleep.

"Jess!"

Her eyes opened, her surroundings slowly coming into focus. She looked up to find Schmidt flapping an envelope and Cece holding her hand,

"Hey...um...hey guys...What's up?"

Schmidt was still in his work clothes, a huge grin plastered across his face,

"Hey Jess. You will never guess what I have found in the mailbox?"

She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes,

"I'm fine Schmidt, thanks."

Cece handed him the douche-bag jar. He rolled his eyes,

"I'm sorry Jess. I take it from the horrendous dungarees and the empty cartons of Cherry Garcia that you are still heartbroken over Mr Chicago moving in with that horrible woman. You shouldn't worry, you know why?"

She raised her eyebrows at him, knowing something awful was about to follow his previous sentence,

"...because I know that she will drive him insane, again, and he will come running right back to us with his tail between his chubby legs. Fo sho!"

Cece had now moved from the sofa to her inappropriate boyfriend who was now nursing the back of his head,

"Seriously Schmidt! Douche-bag jar. Again!"

He wandered over to the kitchen and placed the nearly full jar on the counter. Jess was now sat up on the sofa attempting to pull her hair into some form of a plait.

"Schmidt, don't you miss him? I know its only been 12 hours but think about it, you're a bro down..."

Struggling, she pushed herself up from the couch and slowly made her way to the kitchen counter, not eating anything but ice cream had made her feel all fuzzy. Schmidt was now hanging his head and she could of sworn a tear escaped his eye,

"He was my brother from another mother. The Brad Pitt to my George Clooney. The milk to my duds..."

Jess felt bad, she knew Schmidt was trying to be strong for her due to her intolerance of hurt but she had never seen him this sad, not even when he missed the final of Americas Next Top Model. He had been friends with Nick much longer then she had and she hadn't even thought of how much he missed his room mate,

"I'm sorry Schmidt. I know I have been super sad and not paid any attention to anyone. Like you said, he will be back."

It hurt to pretend to smile but she managed to pull it convincingly as Schmidt's mood did a one eighty, he put the opened envelope on the table,

"Genslinger!"

She shrugged and looked down at the opened envelope. It was a little bit posh and something with lace on it was inside. Schmidt's grin lit up his face,

"The slinger is getting hitched this weekend yo! He and Asian Jess are taking the leap this Saturday and were all invited! Have you seen the invitation its exquisite, crafted with such beauty."

Lifting the invitation out of its protective pocket she eyed it carefully. It was pretty. As she finished reading the soppy love poem at the end someone knocked at the door. Jumping off of his stool Schmidt ran and answered it. She couldn't see who it was so she turned back to study the invitation once more.

I can't believe he is actually getting married. Well, props to you Mr Genslinger.

Leaving the door slightly ajar Schmidt ran like a mad man over to the TV. Jess and Cece had retreated to the sofa and were eyeing him suspiciously as he rummaged through a drawer. After a few minutes he snatched what looked like a wallet and ran hastily back to the door and swung it wide open.

There he was.

His beard was definitely making a comeback and his hair was dishevelled as ever. His eyes were wide due to the shock of seeing her, what he had done to her. He had specifically asked Schmidt to leave the door closed so that they wouldn't see each other but the dumb ass was too hasty.

She looked tired although her eyes were still wide and bright blue, she was in her dungarees and looked distraught. After Schmidt handed him his wallet he looked at her one last time and left, without muttering a word.

Shit. What have I done?