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

I cannot believe this is the twenty second chapter! I did not expect this story to even come this far. Usually I write a story for a few chapter, lose interest, and find another inspiration. (You could probably tell by my deleted Scorose fanfic, Doctor Who and the other Starkid story involving Jeff Blim. I might revisit them if I rehash my drive for them.)

Plus I cannot believe how many reads this has attained. I'm only a sophomore, and you guys are telling me I'm this amazing writer and you love my stories. It's the best feeling in the world, and hopefully one I'll keep if I actually become a successful writer, though those chances are very slim. But hey, a girl can dream.

Plus, I've received at least two messages saying how people ship Noah and Dylan. Wait, what? Nylan? Doah? THAT IS NOT WHAT I ANTICIPATED. It's odd, but it makes me feel even more fortified as an "author" that people are actually shipping characters. Weird, but pleasing.

CHAPTER 2.5: NOAH'S POV:

I have never truly understood the concept of love triangles and friendzones until now. I mean, you always hear about them in cheesy novels and shows focused on the struggle of teenage angst played by the unknown thirty-something nobodies. But the actuality of the situation was I was being friendzoned by the girl, yet I placed myself in the situation.

And it was all I ever thought about anymore. I couldn't even concentrate in class with Jaime Lyn at the back of my mind. I had always been pretty good at drawing, and when I was supposed to be studying, I would find myself sketching her eyes in the margins.

But at the same time, for some odd reason, my thoughts always lingered to Dylan. What he said last week about my sister haunted me for the longest time, and once I had convinced myself not to think about Jaime Lyn, I would think of him.

And it was why I was staring at my phone, debating whether to call him or not.

It was different with Jaime Lyn. If she rejected me, I would most likely never see her again. I would go on with my sad life, but I could hold my head up because I tried. But with him, this was valuable information about the well being of my little sister. She has always taken priority over everything else in my eyes, even my own happiness. If something resembled even a roadblock to her, I would do whatever I could to stop it. Yet it wasn't easy to man up to the person you could just as easily murder than listen to.

I pressed the call button, my leg bouncing up and down. He picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" he asked huskily, as if he just woke up. 

"Uh, Dylan? It's Noah..." I said awkwardly. I didn't know how to present myself: intimidating or uncomfortable. Right now, I was straddling between the two. 

"Oh. um... hey...?" Dylan said apprehensively. 

"Uh, yeah, so... hi." God I am such a loser. "Um, I've kinda been thinking lately..." I stopped to see if he was listening, but it made me sound vapid and like I never used my brain in my life. I coughed and continued. "What you told me last week when I was on my way out. About Eli. And I wanted to talk about that."

"Oh yeah, that..." he sounded as awkward as I felt, which made me feel slightly more comfortable. "Look dude, I don't feel right talking about this over the phone. Could we meet up somewhere?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Absolutely I am." I smiled somewhat on the glimpse of humor, but resented myself for acting normal. He needs to know I don't want to play games with him.

"How about Mash?" I asked finally, which was my favorite Thai restaurant in the world.

"Yeah, is now okay?" he asked quickly.