A/N: I know, I know, I know! You can all moan at me if you want for not updating in such a long time! I've had a load of college work to do (two assignments that were due on the same day, wow) but yeah, those were handed in Friday and I would have written this on Friday night but I went out celebrating with my friends (I have a social life, be proud) and this weekend was basically dedicated to Christmas shopping but yeah, here I am, watching 'The 23rd' (not crying at Candy Cane Lane, what are you talking about?) and writing this so enjoy. Also, how fab were the past few episodes? Also, Nick and Angie's kiss – daaaaaamn! – even though it should have been Jess! Anyway, on with the story.

Thiiiiiiis is the dress that Jess puts on! (The blue one) "asos (. com) / ASOS / ASOS-Skater-Dress-In-Duck-Print / Prod / ? iid=2396767&affid=1130" Just take out the spaces and brackets in the link to have a look!

Disclaimer: I don't own New Girl (sadly – I would love my own Nick Miller)

"Thank god that's over." Nick said, realising him and Jess were still arm to arm. He felt his fingers begin to entangle with hers, and he turned to face her. "Jess… We should really get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning?"

"Yeah… Thanks for a great evening, Nick." She replied, slipping her fingers out of hers and wrapping her arms around his neck, his arms making their way around her waist, pulling him in for a tight embrace which lasted for what felt like a lifetime. "Goodnight, Nicholas." She mumbled softly into his ear, pulling out of the hug slowly.

Her arms were completely off his neck now, and his were slowly moving back from their position around her waist. "Goodnight, Jessica…" He watched her walk away to her room, looking her up and down. Wow, Nick, nice one.

Jess' eyes darted open. Sigh. Reaching over, she picked up her glasses placing them on her nose. Slowly, she sat up, swung her legs over the edge of the bed and onto the cold harsh floor. Her feet began shuffling around looking for her slippers. Slipping them onto her feet, she stood up, moving towards the door. Do I really want to face Nick looking like this? She thought to herself. She decided to get changed before going anywhere.

Walking into her closet, she surveyed the choices she had deciding on a blue dress with small cream ducks printed on it, which she had bought the last time she went on a girly shopping trip with Cece – apart from Schmidt went too, obviously. It was the first time she had worn the dress, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, brushing her skirt down, it slowly started to become one of her favourites.

She walked towards her bedroom door placing her hand on the doorknob, beginning to pull it open. Suddenly, she heard her ringtone. She ran back away from her door picking up the phone on her bedside table, and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello. May we speak to Jessica Day?" The lady on the other end said.

"Yes, speaking. How may I help?"

"Ah, hello Miss Day. It's Little Daisies Pre-School here, you handed your resume into us? Well, we've reviewed it and we think you would be wonderful to work here, and we've got an opening that will last until Christmas, if you're interested."

"Oh my gosh, yes! I would be delighted to!"

"Well, if you're free, we'd like for you to come in this morning…"

"Oh yes, that's fine. Is about 10 o'clock okay?" Jess questioned, the excitement clear in her voice, finally, some work! she thought to herself.

"That's fine. See you then."

"Bye! See you soon!" And with that she hung up the phone.

She glanced at the time on her screen – 9.23am.

Rushing into the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and her hair – good thing she had showered the previous night – and left a note for the guys on the kitchen counter which read 'Hey boys, and yes I know that isn't a thing but you can't jar me, I'm not here! But anyway, guess what? I got offered a job! I would have woken you up to tell you but you all get so cranky. Send me good vibes. Jess xo'.

Grabbing her keys and coat, she ran out the door towards her car getting in. Talking to Nick will just have to wait, she thought to herself riding down in the lift.

Nick opened his eyes, lying still for a few minutes just waiting. Not even for anything in particular. But still, there was nothing.

He picked up his phone which was on the table next to his bed, it was 1:24pm and he had no messages. And the apartment was silent for once.

He swung his legs out of bed pushing the covers off his legs. Thinking about the previous night, he rubbed his hands over his face through his hair. He needed a shower.

Coming out of his room, newly showered and dressed, Nick walked into the kitchen.

Spotting the note on the table, he glanced round checking his surroundings before picking the note up, and reading over it. He would remember to jar her later for using the term 'boys'. He felt so proud of her, just wanting to give her a well done hug, even if he did linger for longer than he should have done. Quickly, he brought the note up to his nose, inhaling her scent, bringing a smile to his face.

He heard the door click, and with this, he darted the note down to his side.

Into the kitchen walked Cece and Schmidt.

"Oh hey dude!" Schmidt exclaimed, "Where's Jess?"

"She's been offered a job," looking down and seeing he still had the note in his hand, "Well, that's what she said in her note…"

"Oh… Right, so you haven't seen her?" Schmidt trying to mouth something to him afterwards, which Nick couldn't work out, and didn't really pay much attention to either. Nick shook his head in response, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a beer.

"Okay, bro" Schmidt said, walking round the kitchen island - his arm linked with Cece's – patting Nick, who was still by the fridge, on the back, "I'll talk to you later…" and with that, they walked into Schmidt's bedroom slamming the door.

Jess slammed the loft door shut. She'd been on her feet all day, but had got the job, but all she needed now was a sit down, a cup of tea and to watch some cringey TV. But she felt like that wasn't going to happen, because there was Nick. CD player on the table in front of him, along with a small bunch of flowers, next to a cup of tea – although it now looked cold. And there he was, lying across the cushions fast asleep hugging the douchebag jar and with her note placed on his chest. Damn, he looks precious.

It took her a moment to take in what was in front of her, but when she realised… Crap. What on earth was he planning?

A/N #2: Alright guys, I know that was rather short in comparison to other chapters but let's just say I know exactly what I'm writing for next chapter, and I have like a lot of spare time coming up (for example, like the whole of next week I have off college wooooooo!) so yeah, I should be able to write it pretty quickly.

I know there wasn't a lot of interaction but I just needed to build up to the next chapter.

Please rate and review – even if it's just saying that I need to update sooner next time!

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