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

Well well well! Back again for another chapter! People actually read this? Like, WTFUUCK?

My apologies for the cheesy MAMD reference. I can't help myself. I make Starkid references all the time. It's like a disease in which I have no filter. The other day, my history teacher, Mr. Jones (How much more of a stereotypical name can you get?) was lecturing about Hitler, in which he said, "Hitler considered himself to be a charismatic humanitarian." AND I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT!

On an unrelated-but-still-sorta-kinda-maybe-ish-related topic, DARREN CRISS IS COMING TO CLEVELAND! I don't care if the world is ending. I need to see my Darebear. I'm currently listening to Jealousy and I think I'm in love! This is the first time hearing it!

So, with no further ado, I sit here with my extreme moosetracks ice cream (If you haven't tried it, please do. It changed my whole perspective on life) here is chapter 3!!!

CHAPTER THREE: ELI POV:

"TOOONIIIGGGHHHTTT, WE ARE YOUNG!" I belted from the front seat of my car with Reagan and Annie in the backseat. They didn't know the words to this song, and I didn't care if they thought I was losing all sanity. In fact, I didn't care what anyone thought about me currently.

I was, as the sappy romantic would say, on cloud nine. Joe Walker and I had met two times, in normal contents, and he actually didn't detest me, which really was a first. I honestly couldn't tell you why I was into Joe so much. I mean, we barely know each other! But he was charming, and funny, and sweet, and fucking hot...

But is that why I like him? Or am I forcing myself to find him attractive just because he was relatively famous? Was it really his personality than shone bright to me, or the fact he was my main obsession for about three years? I wanted to tell myself yes, yes, unquestioningly yes. But honestly, I wasn't sure. I mean, of course he was an amazing guy. But if I hadn't known about him prematurely, would I be into him the way I am? Would our conversation go past the "hello"? Would I have said yes to the second outing, the third?

Stop being silly Eli, I thought to myself. You like Joe because of Joe. No other reason.

But after I confirmed this, I asked myself the critical question, "Am I willing to do this?" Not to possibly date Joe, but even to like him in the sense? Positively, I am willing. More than willing. Capable. I trusted where my emotions were taking me. And if they were wrong, I can say with my held held high that Joe Walker tried to make a move on me. I smiled even at the thought. Joe. Walker. That sounded nice off the tongue.

I pulled up to the ice cream shack called Pied Piper. It was approximately the size of a shed, with a rusty metal sign with peeling periwinkle paint. But it was popping out peach sundaes and vanilla soft-serves like a bunny during mating season. There were benches littering the space around, in some cases so close you couldn't even walk through them without getting your leg stuck and needing to cut it off with a pocket knife. And the fact that I even made that reference...

There was a line that was at least twenty people deep. I sought out Joe; he was waiting on a bench with little Lola. Well, at least he wasn't that late this time...

His electric blue eyes met my stormy gray and lit up a fire. He smiled smugly and walked towards me, Lola's hand encasing three of his fingers. Annie actually squealed when she saw her new playmate and ran towards Lola and hugged her. I grinned down at the girls, joined by Reagan, then up at Joe. He was about a foot taller than me. He would need to crouch down to kiss me... Wait a sec Eli. Why are you thinking about that? Maybe because that's what you want him to do...