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I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling. This is the way it has been for the last three days.
He's gone, forever. Yes, he's in Heaven now, but he was only 16. He had so much life to live.
And I was there to live it with him, but he was oblivious to that.
I regret the fact I didn't tell him I still missed and loved him, but I blew it. He'll never know the truth.
He's watching over me now, if he even cares enough. I still can't believe he's gone.
He loved life and everyone who crossed his path. Somewhere, deep down I know he still loved me.
I felt tears forming in my eyes just thinking about Nick.
I turned over and shut my eyes for about a minute and then slowly opened them again.
I saw figure sitting in my chair. It appeared to be my shadow. But I knew it wasn't.
It got clearer. It was a guy. I looked closer. He was young. I thought harder. It was Nick.
He waved. I turned over and cried softly into my pillow. I hate the fact that now I'm imagining him too.
I turned back over, he was still there. He started to become solid, like he was really there.
"Hey." I said idiotically in a whisper.
"Hi there." He said in a quiet, gentle tone.
I covered my mouth in shock.
"Was this whole death thing just pushing at me? Was everyone lying to me?" I asked.
"No, I'm really dead. But I was given something up there," Nick said pointing to the ceiling, "I was given a choice. I got to pick absolutely anyone on Earth, anyone, to be visible to."
I became silent. "You picked me?" I asked.
"Yes, because I was told how you were handling this. What you were thinking." He said.
"You knew what I was thinking?" I asked confused.
"Not exactly. I knew what you were thinking about doing." Nick said quietly.
I once again became silent. I looked down. "Am I in trouble?" I asked looking up petrified.
"No." He said softly.
"Why didn't you ever talk to me when you were here?" I asked quietly.
"I was afraid." He said slowly. "I knew I hurt you. I knew you hated me."
"Nick I couldn't hate you even if I tried." I sighed.
"I know that now. When I was here, here with you, I never had the chance to say sorry." he said.
"Why didn't you pick a family member? Your girlfriend?" I asked confused.
"I picked the most important one," he said pausing, "you. I never stopped caring for, loving you Miley."
"What happened to Selena?" I asked.
"She told me she only dated me for publicity." He said.
"Are you a ghost Nick?" I asked.
"Not exactly. You see, I'm solid, I'm here. But my hearts not beating, if you touched me, you couldn't feel me, I couldn't feel you." Nick said.
"Ok this is crazy." I said shaking my head in disbelief.
"It is isn't it?" Nick laughed.
"I missed your laugh." I said smiling slightly.
"No half smile, because I missed your smile. It kept me sane. So smile." Nick said.
I smiled, not because he told me to, because that was probably the sweetest thing he's ever said to me.
"Thank you." He said getting up and walking over to me, then sitting on my bed.
"How come you can do that?" I asked.
"I don't know. I want to feel things, but I guess that wasn't part of the deal." Nick said.
"I wanna be with you forever. I don't want you to go." I said.
"I'll have to go eventually." He said.
"I'm not leaving my room for a few days. I took everything off. I was so depressed. I never even thought I'd ever get to see you again." I said.
"I know." He said softly.
"I can't believe you're right in front of me. Even though you're so untouchable." I said.
"If I tried to touch you, what would happen?" I asked.
Nick stuck out his hand. "Try it." He said.
I reached out slowly, my hand went right through. "Oh my God." I said in awe.
"I didn't feel that." Nick said.
"If I tried to hug you, what would happen?" I asked.
"Try it." He said opening his arms.
I went to hug him, but I got pushed over and fell to the ground.
"But why?" I asked getting up.
"You just can't, but I miss you too Miley." He said.
"I just wanna feel you again. That's not possible is it?" I asked.
"It is, but only if you die. And that's not happening." He said.
"I miss you." I sighed.
"I'm right here." He said.
"How come your family hates me? I never did anything to them." I asked.
"They thought I was in pain, that you did it. They were all concerned on behalf of both of us." He said.
"Did you not tell them," I said crossing my legs, "that you broke up with me?"
"I tried. They wouldn't listen." He said.
"Nick I don't want you to go." I said.
"I'm not going anywhere." He said, putting his hand on my shoulder, only for it to fall right through.
I sighed as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Don't cry Smiles." Nick said.
"I just wish I could hug you again." I sniffled.
"Miley, earlier today, you were wishing you could see me again, talk to me and now you are. Is that not enough of blessing as it is?" Nick asked.
"I wished I could see you again and it came true. If I wish I could hug you, it could too." I said.
"No it can't. When the time comes and it's your time to die, I'm gonna meet you there. And I'm gonna hug you. Hell, I'll kiss you too. Isn't me being here in general enough for right now?" He asked.
"I guess… Whoa, whoa, whoa back it up bucko. Kiss me?" I asked shocked.
Nick laughed. "Yeah, Miley. Kiss you." He laughed.
I smiled lightly, my cheeks bright red.
"You were always easy to blush. At the slightest things." Nick laughed.
"Why can't you stay forever?" I asked.
"Focus on the moment, Miley. Focus." Nick said.
I'm talking to my best friend again.
