LA was always hot, and always has been as far as you know. The same applies even in September, leading to hot and muggy days during the fall. Occasionally, though, there were days like today. Just enough rain to bring the temperature down without it being humid and sticky, making it cool enough even to wear sweatshirts and actual pants.

Which meant football day, according to Winston, who woke you up at 7 in the morning by shouting in your face that it was the aforementioned football day. Did it take you another hour to actually get ready and motivated to go play football, of all things, with them? Absolutely it did, much to the dismay of Schmidt who claimed it would never take him this long to get ready for anything. A lie, of course.

After meeting in the park with a few extra friends of the boys, the game started. It was a good mix of a playful and serious game thanks to Schmidt's sucky aim but also his tendency to turn everything into something more serious than it needed to be. The super tight leggings he chose to wear didn't help anything either. Until, of course, you of all people wound up tackling him.

You'd only lived together a few months by then but it was clear there was something between you two. Except, it was clear to everyone but you two. You're the only one who gets free drinks (and snacks) at the bar, the only one he'd watch movies he deems to be "chick flicks" with, and the only reason he actually cleans up after himself in the bathroom these days. To him, it's just because you're new to the apartment and he wants you to feel welcome, and you just use the typical excuse of "that's what friends do."

Back to now. A quick drive to your friend's medical office, who turns out to be a gynecologist, and Nick is sitting slouched down in the waiting room chair as he glares over at you, though more directed towards the pain in his back than to you, the cause of it.

"Nick, she's a wizard with a speculum," You hum as you watch him attempt to get out of the chair and writhe around in pain. "I don't have a vagina-" He argued back, only to be cut off by another pained groan, finally fully flopping back in the chair as a sign of defeat while waiting for Sadie to call the two of you back and do something, anything about his back.