Jiles One-Shot Dump

Cute Clepto

*clears throat. taps mic* um...hello everyone... sooo its been a week huh! I'm super sorry for that. I have had alot of ideas rolling around so I took that week to basically get them all down and start to lay them out. I know I shoulda had a note on my last fic but it was kinda spontaneous!

So! Please enjoy this! Its about 1500 words (and theres not even smut!) Enjoy lovelies!
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Miles first noticed it one evening when he was packing for an early trip the next morning. He had been quite busy with interviews and meet and greets as he promoted his new album and was off for a week for another fan meet.

He had made sure to pick out his outfits ahead of time so he didn't spend the entirety.of the next morning picking them. He had his pants already folded neatly in his suitcase before he went over to grab his shirts.

Miles made his way over to his closet to pull the shirts from their respective hangers. As he gathered them in his arms he noticed only six of his chosen shirts were hanging up.

Miles was sure he had washed and hung up all seven of the specifically chosen dress shirts.

With a bewildered scratch of his head, he checked the floor of the closet, his hamper, his dresser, and his dryer but to no avail.

The shirt had disappeared.

With a frustrated huff Miles snatched another shirt out of the closet and tossed it into his suitcase.

He would grow to miss that shirt all week.

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The second time he noticed it was a late night after a gym session. Miles had been working on his bi’s and abs all evening and by the end of his workout his shirt was drenched in sweat.

He made sure all the equipment he used was put back in its proper place before jogging back to the locker room.

Maneuvering through the rest of the gym patrons he wiggled his way over to his locker.

With a quick turn of the padlock he popped the metal door open and pulled out his gym bag.

Tossing it to his feet he proceeded to reach in and rustle through his belongings.

With a frown, he pulled the miscellaneous socks, water bottles, and other things he forgot to take him out.

No shirt or spare shorts were to be found. With a groan he quickly unzipped his gym bag and quickly went about searching it.

When nothing turned up he sighed heavily. only to remember he had taken his spare clothes home to be washed. With a smack to the forehead and an audible “duh”  he stuffed everything back into his gym bag and locker and bounced over to the showers for a quick rinse.

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Miles had a quick run through the provided showers and slipped back into his shorts. He grabbed his gym bag out his locker, waved goodbye to the fellow gym rats and proceeded out the building.  

Stepped out into the night hair he let the warm humid air dry his hair as he jogged across the parking lot to his car. As he approached his car he remembered the Harvard sweatshirt he had tossed in the backseat a few days ago and regarded it as an answer to his prayers.

With a pop of the trunk he tossed his bag in before pulling it closed and walking around to the side door to climb into the back seat.

Leaning into the car he reached down to the floor and patted around for his sweatshirt. Which was not there.

With a frown he turned on the overhead light to have a clear view of the seats. He checked under them both and even took a look under the passenger and driver seat as well as a look on the floor in the front.