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

Bonjour! Hola! Salutavit! Hello my little followers! This first part is going to come to a close within the next five chapters or so. The next part will be in a mix if Noah and Jaime POV, seeing whatever goes down with those two. It will go back in time to the costume party and revisit old events, but it'll talk about the drama between Noah and Jaime. Excitement! 

Then once school and volleyball starts up, it'll be some time between updates. And I'm really sorry about that, but this year is going to be tough. Varsity volleyball on top of all honors classes on top of all these clubs I'm doing. I'm gonna try as much as I can to update.

Well, here we go! PS thank you Becca for finding the 13 the Musical reference!

CHAPTER 15; ELI'S POV;

It had been one month since my first little fight with Joe. We hadn't fought since. Things were perfect. Yet I still couldn't tell him I loved him.

I don't know what was wrong with me. It's not like there wasn't any right moment. There were perfect moments. When we drove out to the country for a hay ride. When we sat on his hood and watched the nonexistent stars in a deserted parking lot. Hell, I could if said it over dinner or during a movie! But every time I tried, it was just this weird choking noise issued from my throat. Joe probably thought I constantly had asthma attacks or something. The bottom line is I was a coward, afraid to admit I was in love.

As I sat in his truck, I pretended as though I was reading a text message, but really I was just uncomfortable. I was unsure at how Joe felt about the situation, but I felt it was an elephant in the room... or car.

"You okay Eli?" Joe finally asked, sensing my stiffness.

"Yeah, totally fine, why?" I asked in a falsely high voice. He pulled into a gas station unexpectedly, causing my to release a stifled shriek. "Joe!" 

He pulled into a spot, switched the radio off and looked straight at me. "Eli, you've just been really depressed lately. And we leave for Cleveland in three weeks, I just wanna make sure everything is... okay. You know?"

I smiled in a gloomy way. It wasn't just the fact I hadn't told him I loved him yet. Something else was nagging the back of my heart, causing a heavy chest. "This week is the anniversary of my dad's... death," I mumbled, staring at my intertwined fingers. 

I saw Joe run his hands through his hair in the corner of my eye. "Oh... you never told me he died," he said.

I snorted. "I think I insinuated it enough."

"Eli..." Joe almost whispered. I was determined to stare at my hands. I felt his fingers on my cheek, pulling me into eye contact with him. I remember how electrifying I thought his eyes were when we first met. How they swayed like the ocean. And they still have that effect on me. "If you don't wanna go to this tonight, we don't have to. We could go back to my place, you could change into sweats and eat as much ice cream as you want."

I smiled and placed my hand over his on my cheek. "You're the sweetest guy in the entire world. But I wanna go, it'll help me forget it, you know? I don't wanna think about it. I just want to have fun." Joe looked awkward.

"When... did he die?" he asked. I took his hand off my cheek and wrapped my fingers around it.

"When I was eight. Sixteen years from Tuesday," I said. I looked back up at Joe, whose face was at least a foot closer to mine, his gaze darting back between both of my eyes. "I hate talking about it. And I won't. I haven't told anyone about it in three years. It takes me a while to feel comfortable about it with someone I care about."