Dirty Little Secret - Part 3 - A Nick Jonas One Shot for Nvbrox16 Contest Round 1

"Find out games you don't wanna play."

Later, after the concert, I was walking down the hallway to go find a vending machine when someone grabbed me and pulled me into a room. The door slammed shut behind me and the room filled with darkness. The hand had let me go so I had no idea where anything was. I hadn't gotten a good look at the room before the door shut. I took a step back and ran into a bucket. I tripped on it and fell backward into a shelf.
"You okay?" A voice came through the darkness. I knew this voice all too well. Joe grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. I had no idea how he knew where I was but he did. I brushed myself off and waited for my eyes to adjust to the light. Just when I thought I could finally make out Joe's silhouette, there was a click and a light flickered on above my head.
Joe had pulled me into a janitor's supply closet. I looked behind myself and saw that I'd tripped on a mop bucket and there was now a puddle of soapy water on the floor. No wonder my right shoe was now soaking wet. I'd stuck it into the bucket. Joe stood a few feet in front of me. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was glaring down at me.
"Okay, what did I do?" I asked Joe. He continued to glare at me. He spoke with his eyes and that's when it hit me. "How did you find out? I know he didn't tell you."
"He didn't have to. I saw him when he was searching for his shirt during our wardrobe change. How did you find out?" I sighed, at least I wasn't breaking my promise. Joe already knew, I didn't have to tell him.
"He showed me," I sighed. "I noticed that he wasn't eating much, that he was really cold, and that he was always shaking. I asked him what was wrong and he showed me." I sighed again. That was a weight off my shoulders. Joe let his arms fall to his sides and he started for the door.
"We have to tell my parents." Joe said sternly as he reached for the knob.
"No," I grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "Nick made me promise not to tell anyone."
"We have to tell someone Maya. We can't just sit by and watch him wither away to nothing." Joe glared at me as he spoke, but he let his arms move and fly in gestures that told me he was both concerned and annoyed.
"I know Joe, but I it really needs to be Nick who tells them and not us." A lightbulb went off in my head. "Or they could see Nick for themselves..." I looked at Joe, he was obviously confused. A devilish grin spread across my face as I told Joe my plan.

Nick sat next to me in the backseat. He stared out the window and watched the rain. I smiled at Joe. Our plan had gone perfectly and now we were on our way to the hospital to find out what's wrong with Nick. To tell you the truth, I'm only happy because our plan went perfectly, but inside I'm really worried about Nick. Anyway, I bet you want to know exactly what the plan was that played out so perfectly and I'll tell you:

We stole the towels from the bathroom. Nick didn't even notice they were gone until after his shower and he stood there in the bathroom shivering. I know because he told me. Don't worry I'm not a creeper. So, when Mrs. Jonas went to go give Nick some towels after he'd yelled it to the entire house that he didn't have any, she opened the door to find the skeleton figure that is Nick Jonas.
She'd stood there for a few seconds taking in the sight of her son before she yelled for Mr. Jonas. Boy was Nick in for some heavy interrogating after that. His parents assumed the same thing I did: anorexia, but Nick told them he was eating. They both agreed to take him to the doctor and now here we are on our way to the hospital.
I got yelled at by Nick for telling Joe our secret but I told him that Joe figured it out before I could tell him. All I'd said about the secret was how I'd found out. Nick's pouting now, because he doesn't like the fact that Joe found out and that he's going to the doctor. Nick's always hated the doctor. He's always believed that he can solve any problem that comes his way, but he needs to understand that when it comes to his health he needs to seek medical attention. "Let a professional handle things" as Joe said to Nick while we were climbing in the car.
The car pulled up outside the hospital doors and we all piled out and herded into the lobby. Mrs. Jonas and Mr. Jonas led Nick over to the front desk while Joe, Kevin, Frankie, my mom, and I all headed to the waiting area. We found some empty seats and Joe and Frankie played rock-paper-scissors while my mom and Kevin talked. I sat and watched Nick and his parents as a nurse came around to them and led them through a set of double and they disappeared. I sighed and slid off my chair to the floor. I scooted over to Joe and Frankie and joined in rock-paper-scissors.

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