Author: Penelope Applegate PM
Nick and Jess have forged a sort of strange yet comfortable friendship as roommates. When they meet up in the kitchen late at night, they face a huge shift that threatens the comfort of their current arrangement.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Nick M. & Jess D. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 4,226 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 27 - Follows: 69 - Updated: 12-14-12 - Published: 08-26-12 - id: 8468600
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Jess & Cece
"Open the door, Jess."
"No," she insists stubbornly.
"And what if I don't?" she replies smartly, though she knows resistance is futile.
"Open the door, Jess!"
"Gaaah. I hate you sometimes," Jess grumbles, scrambling to her feet and unlocking her bedroom door.
Cece charges in, and Jess quickly closes the door behind her, making sure to lock it again. "You do not. You're stuck with me forever."
"It makes me cry sometimes."
"Out of disbelief and gratitude." Cece guides her friend to the bed and forces her to sit. "Now speak."
"What am I, a dog?" Jess asks in mock shock.
"Stop avoiding the topic at hand."
"Which iiiisss..." Jess shrugs her shoulders, playing dumb.
"You. And those guys." Cece waves a hand indiscriminately in the direction of the three men waiting in the living room. "And why they called me and said it was an emergency and demanded that I come over now. You know, I was sleeping in today."
"I kissed Nick!" Jess wails, falling back on to her bed and covering her face with her hands. "I kissed him!"
"So...?" Cece says, clearly not seeing the obvious problem with this situation.
"So?!" Jess pushes herself up on her elbows and glares Cece down from her awkward position. "So I... I kissed him!"
"Aaand I'm not at all surprised. Is that all this was about? You people seriously woke me up for this?" Cece demands incredulously, arms akimbo.
"This is serious, Cece!" Jess insists, pushing herself all the way up. "I... I... I kissed Nick!"
"You can keep saying it, but that won't change the fact that you two have something going on," Cece observes dryly.
"And why are you fighting this so hard, anyway?" Cece peers down at Jess curiously, her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. "Wait... you really like him. Don't you?" Jess looks up, down, away from Cece's piercing gaze. "You do - you... you love him?"
"Shhhhh!" Jess shushes, jumping to her feet and clamping a hand over Cece's mouth.
"Look, it's not my fault you're so socially awkward!" Cece mumbles under Jess's hand.
"I am not," Jess denies, though she knows full well her friend speaks the truth. She drops her hand and takes a step back.
"Give me a break," Cece says dismissively. "Jimmy Daniels was the first guy to ask you out, and you threw your pencil at him."
"He creeped me out!"
"Whatever - you'd had a crush on him since second grade!"
"He looked at me funny."
"You're just full of excuses, and a few other things."
"What am I supposed to do?!" Jess wails, pressing her hands to her forehead.
"Ummm, how about telling him how you feel? There's a new concept." Jess doesn't entirely appreciate the way Cece seems to be mocking her.
"Yeah, you're one to talk, Miss See-Cece-Run!" Jess shoots back pointedly.
Cece shrugs. "I'm over that."
"Cece!" Jess whines. "I'm serious."
Cece takes a deep breath in, obviously attempting to humor her high-strung best friend. "Well, I feel like breakfast. And I'm sure Schmidt and Winston do, too."
Jess's eyes widen in horror. "You wouldn't."
"Yep, I'm definitely starving. Let me go ask those guys. I'm sure they'll come with me."
"Cece!" Jess grabs for Cece's arm, but the pretty young model is too quick for her. She moves easily out of Jess's grasp, causing Jess to lose her balance and tumble into the floor. "Cece!" she screeches again.
"Wiiinston! Schmiiidt! How about some breakfast, boys?"
"We're leaving Jess, love you, bye!" she hears Cece call from the front door, and Jess scrambles to chase after her.
"Wait!" she calls, but she is too late. The door shuts in front of her, and she finds herself alone.
"Um." He clears his throat. "Hey, Jess."
Okay. So not quite alone.
I feel strange after that dresser moment, trying to figure this story out, because they both already know they like each other... except I started writing this before that episode. Anyway, I'm chopping away at it. Sorry for the delay. NaNoWriMo found me with a horrible case of the brain farts. And I literally wrote NOTHING all month. Blech. Review!
*I also just noticed I switched tenses in the last chapter. UGH. Fixing!