I got this idea randomly, and it most definitely is random. But it has some deep meaning too, and I hope you recognize that. Have hope, Niley forever.

I Have Nick Jonas' Socks

I have other things too. But the one thing, the most essential thing, I do not have is Nick Jonas himself. Everything else is just useless. NILEY ONE-SHOT

I have Nick Jonas' socks.

They live under my bed and thrive off of collecting dust bunnies. I hope they choke and die.

I have tried to get rid of them by ways that are uncountable, I've tried to forget about them by processes unimaginable. But they never leave, Nick Jonas' stupid socks will always be there. Under my bed. Choking on dust bunnies.

I have Nick Jonas' diabetes tag.

It is silver and has fingerprint marks all over it. He gave it to me as a sign of everlasting friendship and an unbreakable love. However, only now do I think of it as a symbol of unwanted memories. I think of pain and a broken heart, a damaged state of mind. It would have a better purpose on eBay, being sold to an awestruck fangirl and have it bounce around her freckled neck as a remembrance that our relationship, wounded or healed, will live forever.

I'll keep it though, just in case. Because if I find Nick Jonas on the ground with dry eyes and his hand on his chest, I will know his medical needs. That's what ex-girlfriends do, that's what I, Miley Ray, would do. Just because I love him. But whether he loves me, I am not sure.

I have Nick Jonas' secrets.

It must be scary for him, to know that I am ticking and with every hurtful day, I near explosion. But then again, he too harbors my own hidden mysteries that I pray stay hidden till a time well-ready for truth. So for now, I'll tighten my hold on his bundle of lies and insecurities and allow him to do the same. We are at war with each other, a silent battle of backlashes and backstabs and until that white flag hovers over our heads, I hate Nick Jonas. I hate him and love him, wish he would fall but hope that I'd be there to catch him. And maybe, it's a possibility, that he would do the same for me.

I have Nick Jonas' heart.

It is my sound, mind, and body. It replaced what he was to me with its drum beats of familiar songs, songs that I never ever want to hear again. But it keeps going; fast, slow, nothing. When it dies, only for a moment, I drop a slight kiss and it speeds up with intensity that keeps my own blood flowing. It keeps me alive.

And if he ever wants it back, he better come with mine too. For if there is no fair trade, there will be no trade at all. And I will keep Nick Jonas' heart on my sleeve until that time comes. It will blow in the wind, as I stride away.

Away…

Away..

Away.

Review my friends.
And by the way, I read that she really does have his socks.