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

BUT THAT JUST MAKES ME A DUMB HUMAN LIKE YOOOOUUU!

Many apologies for my little Darren Criss moment. But I am ashamed at myself for not discovering his solo career earlier. Honestly, that is real music. Yo.

Speaking of Darren, tickets sold out for him in Cleveland within an hour. So yeah, didn't get them yet. But I'm checking eBay everyday. And my dad has really good connections with radio companies (he does commercials for his office on 96.5 and 102.1) so he could maybe snag some tickets for me. (IF YOU HAVE AT LEAST 3 TICKETS TO HIS CLEVELAND SHOW YOU'RE WILLING TO SELL CONTACT ME AT ONCE)

 

Anyways, I digress. And I can't believe you guys like this story so much! Like, ho-ly shit! Comment and vote away; I love when you guys do that!

Also, I wanted to tell you this book will be split into three parts. The first is Eli's POV, the next with be Noah's, and lastly it will be a split of Lauren and Dylan. Cray-cray, I know. But it's the best way to professionally organize the story so it makes sense.

Of course, if you read the IG version, you already know what happens in the first book (this.). And it will not be as raunchy as that version too. I have morals too, ya know.

Without further ado, here is CHAPTER 4!!!

CHAPTER 4: ELI'S POV:

Holy balls sweat. Holy balls sweat. Holy. Fucking. Balls. Sweat.

That was basically my mindset in the car on Friday night. I was about to go on a legitimate date with Joe Walker. I mean, the others could just count as the girls getting together. But this was just him. And me. And a table between us.

My breathing intensified slightly. I felt chills coarse through my bloodstream as I tried to concentrate on not killing myself while driving. I stopped at a red light and glanced down at my outfit. Dark jeans, a navy floral shirt and coral sandals. My hair was wavy, the blonde highlights mixing with my natural caramel. I brushed a stray piece out of my eyes and pressed the gas pedal, turning into a little Mexican restaurant hidden behind a motel. Nuevo Acapoca. But the "Evo" and "ca" were dark on the neon sign, so it just looked like. "Nu Acapo". I guess it still sounded Mexican enough...

I walked in to a very small place with no one waiting for a table except Joe sitting on a bench, his leg bobbing up and down. His plaid shirt hugged his arm muscles tightly, his khaki shorts shook with his thigh. He looked up at me, his eyes lighting up, comets streaming through into mine. He ran his hands in his already disheveled hair and stood up, placing his arms out for a hug. I allowed myself to almost collapse my joints into his embrace. My nose filled with his musky, ocean smell.

Man, I loved that cologne of his.

He pulled apart, his fingers lingering on my shoulders, brushing so gently on my skin it almost tickled. I felt the jolt enter through my arm, traveling down my back. He seemed to feel it too, because he quickly pulled away. He smiled nervously, his teeth illuminating the dark restaurant.

"Hey," he said suavely. I can tell he was trying, which made me roll my eyes.

"Hey yourself," I said with the same falsetto of confidence.

"Now now, did I really sound like that?" he asked his his hands on his hips and a jokingly reprimanding tone in his voice. I grinned and said, "Yes."