A/N; Hey guys! I thought it was time for some Zooey, so the song in this chapter is Black Hole by She & Him. I know it's not a very strong chapter, but inspiration just wouldn't kick in this week.

I was really stuck between Jessica Paige Day and Jessica Rose Day, so let me know what you think and I'll edit it if you think I should.

PS. Joyful-sound, if you're reading this, I know the scene near the end came out so similar to that beautiful one in Don't Let Me Be Lonely – I didn't mean to steal your idea, I honestly thought of it before I read your story.

Disclaimer; I am unaffiliated with Fox, New Girl, She & Him, Merge Records, and Domino Recording Company. (How awesome would it be if I was though?!)

Set; The week after Jess moves in.

It was early afternoon when the elevator pinged and Nick approached the loft. He'd taken a morning shift at the bar, which meant getting up early, and getting few tips from the dead crowd at Clyde's. He let out a relieved sigh when the sound of 'Dirty Dancing' did not come floating into the hallway from 4D. It hadn't the day before either, and even though he knew it would take more than a week for Jess to get over her six year relationship, she seemed to be doing okay, and he was really glad. Coach had looked at him and Schmidt as they'd made the worst mistake of their lives letting Jess into the loft the next day when she sat in a puddle of tears monopolizing the TV, and Nick had actually began to doubt his decision too, but Jess seemed like a really sweet person and he wanted to get to the the version of her that wasn't an emotional wreck.

As he neared the door, though he couldn't hear the TV, he could hear something else. Someone was singing. Slowly and quietly, he opened the door and closed it behind him, not daring to move the keys in his hands. He surveyed the room. There wasn't a box in sight, the smell of stale beer had been replaced by a fruity scent blended with the almost overwhelming smell of chocolate chip cookies, which he noticed covered most of the somehow still clean counter.

Jess had her back to him, pink latex gloves stretched over her elbows, just below the rolled up sleeves of her stripy sweater as she washed the dishes, singing all the while.

My eyes are, so bleary

I guess I'm young but I feel so weary

I've tried to express it

but I think it's all a bore

It's at the heart of me

a very part of me

Having known Jess for almost a week, Nick had of course heard her sing at least fifty times, but that was different; she was cry-singing along to a movie, playfully singing an 80s pop song, or just singing about what she was doing as she did it. He hadn't decided if that were cute or annoying yet. This was different though. Gone was the light, girly voice he had previously heard her singing to herself in. She was singing properly and purposefully, and judging by the fierce tone in her voice, with Spencer on her mind. It was clear that she had good range, and hit all the notes with an easy perfection, but there was just something about her voice. It captivated him and it was as though he were stuck in place listening to her.

Speak slowly, I can't hear you

my mind keeps spinning

closer and closer

to the rain on the roof

and the rain in my head and

the things that you said

people take it further ahead

He hadn't seen her face as he stood listening, but she didn't seem too broken. Still, he hated Spencer. Jess was so beautiful, so innocent, and trusting, and somehow, Spencer had managed to break her heart without remorse. Nick was finding out that Jessica Day came with a lot of confusion. He didn't understand why she trusted he, Coach, and Schmidt so much, especially after their odd interview. He didn't understand why she stayed with a man like Spencer for six years when she could have so much more. Most of all, he didn't understand why he cared so much, and why she hadn't left his thoughts since the moment he met eyes with her.

And it just seems so foggy,

it's nowhere in here

and it's everywhere else

that I don't wanna be, but I'm stuck here

getting misty over you

I'm alone, on a bicycle for-

Nick tried to move on his tiptoes but stumbled and dropped his keys on the wooden floor.

"Ah!" Jess placed her hand to her chest as she spun around, flicking bubbles across the room. Nick stood like a deer caught in the headlights, leaned over in attempt to catch his keys. "Nick! You scared me! What are you doing?" She seemed a little overwhelmed, but still genuinely caring and positive. Nick noticed the envelopes sitting on the table.

"Oh, just going through the mail." he tried to say casually as he picked up an envelope. The one in his hand had impeccable handwriting on it and looked like a letter. 'Jessica Rose Day' it read with the loft address and some little hearts drawn around it. Nick furrowed his brow. "Letter here for you Jessica." Her head turned a little and she offered a strange smile when he called her 'Jessica' but she didn't seem to mind.

Jess took off her gloves, taking out the plug in the sink as she finished and wandered over and took the letter from his hand.

"Oh it's from my mom!" she exclaimed excitedly when she looked at the handwriting. Nick remembered the bag of chocolates his boss had given him as a thank you for taking on some extra work while he was on vacation and quickly pulled it from his bag.

"Hey Jess?" she looked deep into her letter and held up a finger, gently informing him to wait until she had finished reading her paragraph. He unwrapped the miniature Snickers, walked up behind her and popped it into her mouth. She promptly spit it out.

"Jess!" Nick laughed a little but with concerned shock.

"Peanuts," she giggled. "I'm allergic. Sorry" Nick handed her a tissue to wrap up the discarded chocolate and tossed her a Milky Way.

"Sorry! Allergic to peanuts – okay. Hey I'm gonna go take a nap, but if your gone when I wake up, are we allowed to eat one of those cookies... or three or four."

"Sure, that's what they're there for. My mom says say hi to my new buddies. I guess that's you, so, hi." Nick laughed and gave her a little wave. He didn't laugh often but over the pass week, the sound had become a normal part of his day. He walked into his room, took off his jeans and got into bed.

She's allergic to peanuts. I must remember that Thought Nick. He drifted off easily as he added a mental note as if it were an item on a shopping list. She's allergic to peanuts. Her name is Jessica Rose Day, she likes baking, Patrick Swayze, and rosé, she has blue eyes and the voice of an angel.

A/N; I just thought of a few more chapters to do with this one, so I may make a spinoff called 'Peanuts'. Look out for that if you like. Thanks for reading. Favs, follows, but most of all review are really appreciated.