Okay so I started one cute piece, and then I got mad. Mad because my life is not a sitcom. Ugh. So here is a one shot of how their first kiss could have happened, with my own life entwined. This is set directly after 'Cece crashes' and includes many texting conversations, because everybody has that one winky face they regret sending ;)
Jess left the bathroom in a hurry, scuttled through her bedroom door, pushed it shut and proceeded to dive onto her bed without taking another step into the room.
She moaned into her bedding, on which she lay face first.
She liked Nick.
SHE liked NICK.
"Ugh!" She groaned louder.
Stupid Cece! She thought, putting ideas into Jess' head. It's just a crush. It's just a crush, it'll pass! Jess thought angrily, while punching the covers beneath her. She clearly hasn't realised how loud she had been, because Nick opened her door and pushed his head through the gap he had created.
" Hey Jess? You okay? I heard some noise and hoped you hadn't been killed or something?" He asked, sounded rather concerned.
" I'm fine Nick jeez just let me sleep!" Was his muffled response.
"... Erm are you sure Jess? Cause-"
"NICK IT'S LADY STUFF JUST GO PLEASE!" Jess interjected, not completely lying but certainly insinuating topics way out of Nicks comfort zone.
"Okay okay! Feel err, ahm, better?" He said almost questioning how he should respond, before dashing out of her room into his.
Jess pulled at her hair lightly and silently screamed after turning over onto her back.
She was gonna kill Cece in the morning.
As sunlight shone through Jess' curtains she looked out her windows. She hadn't slept a wink. She had just lay there, thinking of the mess Cece had put her in. The mess that she didn't want to face right now. After working so hard and failing so miserably with Spencer she didn't think she could work hard at a real relationship so soon- and yet, here she lay, thinking all about her scruffiest roommate's stubble, and how he looks strong like a man, but not built like a self obsessed douche. Yep, Cece had really done it this time.
She reached for her phone and started to type.
Cece, I'm going to kill you!
She waited for a reply. She got one.
Jess, it's Nick, you need to check which number you're texting. What's up? Also, if you're up put the coffee maker on since you woke me lol x
Her heart skipped a beat. He had put a kiss? Why? What was he doing?! Jess hastily replied:
Sorry Nick, girl stuff! And I'm already out sorry.
Dunno why I put sorry twice haha sorry
I think I'm just babbling sorry again x
The third text made Jess cringe. Why had she put a kiss? Why had she even lied in the first place? She resent the message intended for Cece TO Cece this time, when she heard Nicks footsteps and darted across her room, into her closet.
"Jess?" He asked softly, tapping the door with his knuckle. She didn't respond, instead she stayed firmly in her closet, her back against the wall.
He let himself in and saw the empty room. As he turned to leave he heard Jess' ringtone sound from somewhere in her room.
"Shoot!" Jess whispered, putting her phone on silent and hiding it in one of her shoes.
Nick forced the door open and stood before Jess, who was crouched holding her knees on the floor. She looked up to his eyes and saw frustration and a hint of amusement in them.
"Ta daa!" Jess said, releasing her knees to hold her hands from her body in an almost celebratory manner.
"You have serious issues Jess. Please consider getting psychiatric help. Why lie about toilet paper and where you are?"
"Well why did put a kiss on the end of your text? That's just as mystical as my problems!" Jess responded quickly, then hid her face in her lap, realising how ridiculous she sounded.
"WHAT?" Nick laughed out " oh Jess you have got to be kidding me! I was on auto pilot! I have even put kisses on texts to Schmidt! I'm sorry that I made things... I dunno- confusing for you? This is a really bad week for you huh?"
"What do you mean bad week?" Jess asked, forgetting her lie from last night.
"Y'know, you said you were on your-"
"-Oh yes! Oh god Nick! Erm-" Jess stood and slid the door from his grasp. He took his hands and held them up to the sides of his face in submission.
"Yep thanks. Need this..." Jess said quietly, closing her closet door with her inside.
Nick left confused, and Jess got ready for work embarrassed at just how ridiculous and out of hand the situation had become.
When Jess got home it was 4pm. She yawned and stretched like a character from a cartoon. She looked around confused. This is when she checked her phone as she made her way to the couch.
Why are you going to kill me? Do you're feet point his way too? Just ask him out Jess! If he says no I always have a couch. I want you to be happy :-) xxx
Jess loved Cece, but she also loved having a bed and a model free home. She wasn't screwing this up for someone who probably didn't like her anyway.
She threw her phone into the space next to her on the couch and as she did so it vibrated. She looked down and smiled at what she saw.
Hey crazy! How are you feeling? if you need me I'm at the bar, the manager has big news and wanted everyone in. Meet me for a drink afterwards?
Jess smiled uncontrollably and thought of a subtly flirtatious reply, what she got was:
Okay Miller but you're paying ;)
... But then regretting the winky face.
Sorry wrong person, but yeah will pop down later.
She thought she had covered her tracks well until her phone vibrated again.
You call other people Miller? ;)
Her eyes bugged out wide as she scrolled through her last sent texts. She had put Miller. Why hasn't she realised!?
Haha damn autocorrect! I had meant Miles! Yeah I'm meeting him from his job tomorrow. Yeah he works at the school as the janitor, I thought I told you about him?
No but you have a good time tomorrow. Also, didn't need the back story Jess.
She read it again.
Have a good time.
Have a good time? Did he want her to go on the date? The imaginary date? Was she really that repulsive to him? Was she over thinking it?
The only thing Jess was certain of was she desperately needed Cece, so quickly got changed and left.
"Have a good time? You got me home drinking wine for 'have a good time'?! I have a shoot tomorrow Jess! Just go to the bar, maybe drop some hints SUBTLE HINTS and y'know, flirt a little. What do you have to lose?"
"My home, my friend, my dignity, my favourite bar this side of town-"
"-okay okay okay!" Cece interrupted, waving her hands in Jess' face " what could you gain then?"
Jess thought about this, a lot. What could she gain? Looking at the grand scheme of things, not much. Nick Miller was a bartender. A really good looking bartender. A really kind, really good looking bartender. Okay so maybe she could gain a brilliant boyfriend, and with this in mind, she got ready to go to the bar.
She pushed open the doors, only to run back out again, back to her car, up to the loft and back to her room.
He had been there with some bimbo, who was very handsy over the bar. She was grabbing his arm, leaning over, touching his chest and although it shouldn't of bothered her because all Nick was was her roommate, it really did.
It proved her point. He didn't like her. But Cece had gone and stuck her nose in and now Jess had feelings she couldn't act on with no one to turn to. So she did a dreadful thing.
She dialled the number she knew off by heart out of habit and pressed call.
"Hey- yeah I'm fine I just, I dunno kinda missed you. She- she left you? Do you want me to come see you? SHE GOT THE HOUSE?! I'll come get you, are you at your moms? Give me twenty minutes."
It was half one in the morning and before Nick opened the door, he scrunched up the pink note with Cindy's number on it, or was it Suzie? He really wasn't interested in her, and she did NOT respect his bar boundaries. He only put up with her because he was waiting to see if Jess was going to turn up.
As his key turned in the door his stomach turned too. He heard Jess laughing with someone.
A man.
He proceeded through his door and dropped his keys to the ground.
"Get out of my house you piece of shit!" Nick yelled, while running over to the couch where Spencer sat.
"Nick no!" Jess said drunkenly but Nick didn't listen. He grabbed Spencer by the neck of his shirt and pulled him up and out. He ignored the protesting from both Spencer and Jess, who was getting more sober by the second. When Nick slammed the door in Spencer's petrified and confused face, he turned to Jess who was stood directly behind him, tapping her foot.
"What the hell Nick?!"
" erm, you're welcome for starters Jess. What were you thinking?! You have been so CRAZY these past few days! What is your problem?!"
"WHAT'S YOURS?! I DON'T DICTATE WHO YOU CAN TALK TO! Speaking of which where's the drunk blond? Surely you could just moan at her! I'm surprised she's not-"
"- wait... You came by the bar earlier?" Nick asked, no longer angry or upset, but sort of touched that Jess actually cared. "Why didn't you stay? Why did you call Spencer?! What did I do to you Jess? Just-" he stepped closer and held her arms that had crossed during his speech " tell me" he finished softly. She took a sharp intake of breath and sighed.
"I dunno Nick I'm just confused and I know where I stand with Spencer-"
Stand. She thought. Stand. How Nick stood is what started all of this. Her eyes darted down and she saw that not only did her feet face him, but his faced hers. She took this as a sign to just go for it.
"- do you think I'm pretty Nick? Wait- no. That sounds childish I mean-"
"-yes you are Jess-" her heart skipped a beat " too pretty for that clown Spencer!" To this Jess audibly sighed.
"What- what Jess?"
"I didn't mean that. I meant... under different circumstances would you, consider me as like, I dunno a, a-"
She looked down unable to finish.
Nick bent his knees slightly so as he could look up to her face.
"A what Jess? "
There was an awkward silence, only broken by Schmidt's face appearing in his doorway, looking at his roommates who were in an intimate embrace, forehead to forehead in the space between the front door and couch.
"Oh my god you guys! Nick? Jess thinks you're hot. Jess? He feels the same about you now Schmidt is going to sleep!" And with that, the door closed.
Jess and Nick hasn't acknowledged Schmidt in the slightest, but they had listened to every he had said. They just held their position in complete shock.
Jess' mouth had fallen open and her cheeks had turned red. Nick straightened up but did not take his hands off of her, instead his grip on her arms intensified. He didn't break eye contact and his mouth moved as if to speak, but no words came. He looked to Jess' lips, and she looked to his. His face slowly edged closer to hers, but stopped when he felt her breath against his lips. His eyes opened a little wider, asking permission but Jess had other ideas. Her lips speedily closed the gap between them, and his hands slid up her arms and found the sides of her face, while hers explored his messy hair and neck.
"- what about Miles?" Nick asked smiling.
"shut up Nick!" Jess said, kissing him once again.
- and their feet? They pointed at the thing they wanted most at that moment; each other.