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It's been a really awful day. Mostly because that little jerk of a kid in her homeroom started it off by writing "MS. DAY EATS HER OWN FARTS" in giant letters on the whiteboard, but Jess has kind of been dragging all week, it seems. But Friday means she has the whole weekend before she has to deal with those little monsters again.
No wait, angels. Little angels.
Jess thinks that maybe Schmidt and Nick could use a night of hanging out just as much as she can, and that maybe they can do dinner. If she and Nick plan it right, maybe they can even trick Schmidt into paying for the whole thing. Only after Jess gets back to Dimera and goes to knock on Nick's door, she notices that it's already open.
"Nick?" she asks walking in through the open door, but she almost runs into a guy wearing what looks almost like a hazmat suit. At first Jess assumes it's some kind of joke about how dirty Nick's apartment is like, all the time, but that thought fades away pretty quickly.
"You probably shouldn't be in here," the man says.
"Where's Nick?" Jess asks, and now she's getting a little worried. All of Nick's stuff is gone, and the apartment looks kind of how hers did right when she first moved in. "Where's the guy who lives here?"
"He moved out. The landlord called us in here to clean," he answers, and Jess feels a little sick in the pit of her stomach. Was it something she did? Was it something Schmidt did?
Schmidt.
She dashes out of the apartment to Schmidt's, and bangs on the door.
"Schmidt! SCHMIDT!"
No wait, angels. Little angels.
Jess thinks that maybe Schmidt and Nick could use a night of hanging out just as much as she can, and that maybe they can do dinner. If she and Nick plan it right, maybe they can even trick Schmidt into paying for the whole thing. Only after Jess gets back to Dimera and goes to knock on Nick's door, she notices that it's already open.
"Nick?" she asks walking in through the open door, but she almost runs into a guy wearing what looks almost like a hazmat suit. At first Jess assumes it's some kind of joke about how dirty Nick's apartment is like, all the time, but that thought fades away pretty quickly.
"You probably shouldn't be in here," the man says.
"Where's Nick?" Jess asks, and now she's getting a little worried. All of Nick's stuff is gone, and the apartment looks kind of how hers did right when she first moved in. "Where's the guy who lives here?"
"He moved out. The landlord called us in here to clean," he answers, and Jess feels a little sick in the pit of her stomach. Was it something she did? Was it something Schmidt did?
Schmidt.
She dashes out of the apartment to Schmidt's, and bangs on the door.
"Schmidt! SCHMIDT!"
[Dated Mid-May] Dinner Party
While Jess never really got to do this all that often in the loft, there's a part of her that's really missed having get-togethers like this. Usually, it's just a bottle of cheap wine and having Cece or Sadie over, so it's not really a big deal if things are a little weird, or if she has to secretly cut off the green part of a block of cheese before she serves it.
But she really wants to make an effort to make friends in Darrow. It's just been her and Nick for a while now and though she knows she has to be driving him crazy. So she's invited Hannah and Jacob over-- and Nick too, because she's really concerned that he's probably living on raw ramen noodles or something-- and cooked a big pot of fettuccine. It might taste a little weird, but it's nothing that she thinks anyone will notice. Especially not without Schmidt around.
God, she's even starting to miss Schmidt.
It takes the better part of the afternoon, but everything's finally set up, and really, the only question now is whether or not she should have a glass of wine while she's waiting for everybody to show up.
She's totally going to have a glass of wine.
But she really wants to make an effort to make friends in Darrow. It's just been her and Nick for a while now and though she knows she has to be driving him crazy. So she's invited Hannah and Jacob over-- and Nick too, because she's really concerned that he's probably living on raw ramen noodles or something-- and cooked a big pot of fettuccine. It might taste a little weird, but it's nothing that she thinks anyone will notice. Especially not without Schmidt around.
God, she's even starting to miss Schmidt.
It takes the better part of the afternoon, but everything's finally set up, and really, the only question now is whether or not she should have a glass of wine while she's waiting for everybody to show up.
She's totally going to have a glass of wine.
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[For Nick] Furbyplot!
Jess isn't completely sure how it happened, but somehow, in the midst of trying to make noodles for dinner, she's ended up in a corner of her apartment, surrounded by several colorful Furbies.
Jess is absolutely sure that she only had the one Furby an hour ago, and as adorable as they all are to look at, they've become much less so now they've cornered her and are flapping their little mouths, shouting in Furbish as loud as they possibly can. And every time she tries to push past them, they all just start nipping at her ankles, laughing horrible Furby laughs.
This is a nightmare. It's even worse than the cats. At least the cats were mostly friendly, even if they pooped and peed wherever they wanted.
"Nick!" she shouts, because her cell phone is all the way across the room, and she'll have to somehow make it past the tiny furry wall of Furbies to get to it, and she hasn't had much luck getting even a step away from the wall of her living room so far.
"La la la la!" the purple one taunts, rocking back and forth on its little legs.
"Shut up! You shut up!" she shouts back at it, "NIIIIIIIICK! HELP!"
She just really hopes he's at home.
Jess is absolutely sure that she only had the one Furby an hour ago, and as adorable as they all are to look at, they've become much less so now they've cornered her and are flapping their little mouths, shouting in Furbish as loud as they possibly can. And every time she tries to push past them, they all just start nipping at her ankles, laughing horrible Furby laughs.
This is a nightmare. It's even worse than the cats. At least the cats were mostly friendly, even if they pooped and peed wherever they wanted.
"Nick!" she shouts, because her cell phone is all the way across the room, and she'll have to somehow make it past the tiny furry wall of Furbies to get to it, and she hasn't had much luck getting even a step away from the wall of her living room so far.
"La la la la!" the purple one taunts, rocking back and forth on its little legs.
"Shut up! You shut up!" she shouts back at it, "NIIIIIIIICK! HELP!"
She just really hopes he's at home.
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Dated 3/26
To be honest, Jess hasn't done a whole lot of anything since showing up in Darrow. Now that there aren't twenty-five cats to take care of, her days are pretty free. She's thought about donning a hazmat suit so that she can break into Nick's apartment while he's away and try and clean it, but she's not even really sure where you're supposed to rent something like that.
So in an attempt to find something to do while she waits to hear back on a couple of resumes she's sent out to a few Darrow schools, Jess has decided that she needs to do some crafts. Knit some curtains, a couple of placemats, maybe paint a watercolor rendering of Darrow.
She's bought several bags worth of stuff-- yarn, paint, knitting needles, and probably way more glitter than anyone needs-- and is heading out of the craft store with almost more than she can carry by herself.
Or maybe it is more than she can carry herself, because one of her bags slips off of her arm and falls over. A ball of bright red yarn rolls out, unraveling as it makes its way down the sidewalk.
"No, yarn come back!" she calls, admittedly sounding a little pathetic.
So in an attempt to find something to do while she waits to hear back on a couple of resumes she's sent out to a few Darrow schools, Jess has decided that she needs to do some crafts. Knit some curtains, a couple of placemats, maybe paint a watercolor rendering of Darrow.
She's bought several bags worth of stuff-- yarn, paint, knitting needles, and probably way more glitter than anyone needs-- and is heading out of the craft store with almost more than she can carry by herself.
Or maybe it is more than she can carry herself, because one of her bags slips off of her arm and falls over. A ball of bright red yarn rolls out, unraveling as it makes its way down the sidewalk.
"No, yarn come back!" she calls, admittedly sounding a little pathetic.
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In a post-kitty world, Jess has finally settled back into her own place. It's still super weird, living alone after living with Nick, Schmidt and Winston before, and with Spencer before that, but at least Nick's just next door. So it's not like she's totally alone.
And she's definitely not about to complain to strange games near the beach anymore, because her apartment just stopped smelling like cat pee.
Either way, she's thankful for Nick for putting her up while her apartment was overrun, and feels like maybe she hasn't expressed that enough. It's hard enough getting used to Darrow without having someone crash on your couch, after all.
So she's baked him a batch of cupcakes to say thanks, delightfully iced to look like all of her lost cats. Maybe she's glad to have her place back, but that doesn't mean she doesn't miss her kitty friends. Catrick Swayze in particular is one she almost wishes had stuck around. And along with the 25 kitty cupcakes is one more, with a grumpy turtle face and a frosted red hoodie, which she thinks looks a heck of a lot like Nick, if she says so herself.
"Hey, Miller!" she shouts as she knocks on his door with her foot, the box of pastries so large it takes both hands to carry, "Open up!"
And she's definitely not about to complain to strange games near the beach anymore, because her apartment just stopped smelling like cat pee.
Either way, she's thankful for Nick for putting her up while her apartment was overrun, and feels like maybe she hasn't expressed that enough. It's hard enough getting used to Darrow without having someone crash on your couch, after all.
So she's baked him a batch of cupcakes to say thanks, delightfully iced to look like all of her lost cats. Maybe she's glad to have her place back, but that doesn't mean she doesn't miss her kitty friends. Catrick Swayze in particular is one she almost wishes had stuck around. And along with the 25 kitty cupcakes is one more, with a grumpy turtle face and a frosted red hoodie, which she thinks looks a heck of a lot like Nick, if she says so herself.
"Hey, Miller!" she shouts as she knocks on his door with her foot, the box of pastries so large it takes both hands to carry, "Open up!"