You Don't Know You The Way I Do- A Team Starkid Fanfiction

Hello fans of various Starkid fanfictions! It seems as though you have stumbled across this here story. Huzzah!

Just so you know, I had my reservations about writing this. Yeah, I'm no stranger to fanfic. But the fact that these people are real is... weird to me! I mean, I'm writing romantically about idiots who sing about Harry Potter. How cool is that?

Then today, I had an epiphany. I had just finished this lovely book called Struck by Lightning by Chris Colfer. With Status Quo blaring in the background, I realized that I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

Anyways, I digress. In the point of view of Carson Phillips, he actually taught me something. That I should not be a sidekick in my own life. "Take life by the balls," if you will. I don't care what people say about me. Yeah, I'm a nerd. I smell books and I cry over theater geeks. I quote musicals and books all the time, and there is not one fibre in my being that does not love writing. It is a way to express yourself in the means of only twenty six letters. How cool is that? So why not test my full potential? YOLO, you know?

So here is the first chapter! I hope you enjoy. DFTBA!

UPDATE: I first wrote this when I was a freshman, so ignore the oozing freshman-ness.

ANOTHER UPDATE: PLEASE UNDERSTAND I WROTE THIS A REALLY LONG TIME AGO AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT BEING AN ADULT WAS LIKE. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. 

CHAPTER ONE: ELI POV:

"Reagan, how many times have I told you? Annie is your sister, not your salt lick. No licking!" 

"But if I want to take the curse off she needs to be squeaky clean!" I rolled my eyes and picked a stick up from the ground. I waved it like a wand and said, "There, she's cured! Now go play on the swing set or something." The two girls ran to the playground as I sank on a wooden bench under me, utterly exhausted.

I closed my eyes, trying to cherish the moment of relaxation. It seems like I've been on my feet for the past three weeks. These two kids will be the death of me. I will never nanny again unless I've seen the background information about the kids. I/e: how fucking annoying are they?

I bent my head back and allowed the cool breeze enter my nostrils. I felt a leaf flutter onto my face. I slowly opened my eyes to the bright sunlight being filtered out by the green tree above my head. Birds flew from branch to branch as they chirped away, not a care in the world. I wished I could spread wings and fly with them, forgetting about the pending doom of my lit exam and annoying kids dictating my life. I hummed "Sidekick" quietly to myself as I enjoyed the time alone. It seemed as though I couldn't even go the the bathroom without Reagan and Annie following me around.

From a distance, I heard, "Lola, don't touch that!" in a familiar voice. I looked around the park, trying to pinpoint the gravely sound that I distinctly remembered hearing somewhere. I couldn't put my finger on it, and failed to find the host of the voice (I would be a terrible Hufflepuff), so I just concluded I must've recognized it from the supermarket earlier today or something like that. I closed my eyes again and breathed in deeply.

In my head, I studied for my Mythology exam coming up. I envisioned the gingle of the online university's homepage, myself logging on and taking my test that I was sure was to be the end of me. Because Annie thought she could make a paper-mache out of my notes, I was confident I will never remember the difference of Iris and Eris, the year of the Trojan War's conception, or anything for that matter. I went over the God's realms in my head as I heard Reagan's yelling voice. I peeked out of my reverie to see her yelling at a black girl with curly hair, about to bite her.