Chapter Two

It had been two months since Jess moved out of the loft. The worst Two months of Nick Miller's life. Since he had met Jess, he could never picture a day of his life without her in it, she had slowly become the single most important person in his life. Even after they had broken up, she was still there, she still tried to be the best friend that she could be to him even through all the awkwardness of their breakup. She was always there for him.

Now? Well, now that wasn't even an option for him. He had fucked things up so badly, that she, Jessica Day, the most forgiving person he had ever met, had told him that she would never forgive him for what he had done. While he knows he deserves this, there is still a small part of him that feels like maybe he doesn't, the whole thing just feels… wrong.

He can't remember much of that night, to be completely honest. He was having an absolutely awful night at work when Reagan had showed up. They had become fairly close since she started renting out Jess's room, but he never let himself get too close to her because of his promise to Jess. Sure, she was very clearly a beautiful woman and had shown him some signs of interest, but Nick was never one to break his promises, especially when it came to Jess.

Once he was finished with his shift, he grabbed two beers and two shots of whiskey and plopped down on the barstool next to Reagan, he slid one beer and one shot over and she gave him a grateful smile, as she too was having a terrible day. They both held up their shots and with a "Cheers" and a clink of their shot glasses, they both set off with one very clear intention and that was getting drunk, very, very drunk.

The next thing he remembers, is waking up in just his boxers next to Reagan … In Jess's bed.

**Flashback**

"Morning, Nick!"

"Uhhh…"

Reagan just looks at him with a very satisfied smile on her face.

"I'm going to guess that means you had just as much fun as I did last night!"

She laughs and Nick just feels like he wants to throw up.

"Umm… Reagan. Did we…?"

She laughs again and gives him a smug look that he kind of just wants to slap off her face, and he's never wanted to slap a woman before.

"Oh, Nick. Don't be silly! There is NO WAY you could forget that."

She winks at him and he needs to escape.

"I uh.. I have to go. Schmidt, umm.. Yeah. See yah later."

He shoots out of bed and heads for the door, praying there is no one on the other side to find him walking out of the room.

Sure enough, as soon as he steps out and quietly shuts the door, he turns towards his room to find CeCe standing right in front of him. The look on her face telling him that he may no longer be living by this time tomorrow.

"What THE HELL did you do, Miller?"

There is no way out of this one, he's just been caught sneaking out of his Ex-Girlfriend's room, that a different woman just so happens to be occupying right now, in just his boxers.

"CeCe, I… I honestly don't remember anything from last night. We got really drunk at the bar, too drunk obviously and I…"

"You slept with another woman, in Jess's bed? MY best friend and YOUR ex-girlfriend's bed?"

"Look, CeCe…"

"Save it, Miller. I knew you were a serial screw up, but I honestly thought you were better than that. Do you even realize what you've done? Jess told me before she left for Portland that you two were finally getting back to normal again, she felt like she finally had you back. She told me that…"

Nick had been staring at the floor in shame the entire time CeCe had been speaking to him, her pause made him look up at her. He was shocked to see the tears in her eyes.

"What did she tell you, CeCe?"

She gave him a sad smile before speaking.

"Nothing…"

She turned on her heels and stormed off towards Schmidt's room.

**End Flashback**

That was exactly 2 weeks before Jess had come home to find him and Reagan in a very compromising situation in front of the loft. He didn't want the kiss to happen, he just wanted to apologize to her for being so cold to her after what had happened. He told her all about the promise that he made to Jess and that he was still in love with her. And before he knew what was happening she was leaning into him whispering something about moving on before crashing her lips against his.

At first, yes, he will admit that he kissed her back, feeling extremely vulnerable having just told her about the fact that he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend that he had been broken up with for almost 2 years, that was until that familiar sick feeling took over his entire body. He pushed Reagan away to tell her no, this is wrong, he can't do this when his heart so fully belongs to someone else, but before he could get the words out, he heard a car door slam and looked up to see her… Jessica Day, standing 10 feet away from him, staring at him with tears filling her beautiful blue eyes before bolting into the loft without a word.

That is why Nick finds himself, once again, in the same spot in the middle of his bed, staring up the ceiling, forcing himself to relive that night over and over again. He's done this every night for the past two months before falling into a restless slumber, forcing himself to feel the pain of losing her because it's what he deserves. He deserves to be miserable and lonely because he fucked up the only good thing in his life, the only thing that ever made him truly happy.

Feeling tears prick his eyes, Nick turns over on his side, ready for another restless night, ready for dreams of big beautiful blue eyes, brunette curls and flawless porcelain skin that he'll never get the pleasure of seeing up close or touching again. Closing his eyes and sighing deeply, when suddenly there is a knock at the door. He's in no mood to deal with anyone right now, he never really is anymore.

"GO AWAY!"

He yells before turning on his other side towards the window. It's quiet for a minute or two and he thinks maybe the person that was knocking actually heeded his warning for once, no such luck. He hears his bedroom door creak open before shutting again, the person outside the door, now inside his bedroom.

"Nick, We need to talk."

"What do you want, Reagan?"