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

Fucking Twisted! Oh my god! HE FUCKED A TIGER! Okay Jesus Christ I don't know what's going on here. JUST ONE QUESTION: WHY MAN? CUZ YOU STOLE MY DAUGHTER'S HYMEN. So you either need to back me the fuck up, or shut the fuck up. THAT PRIEST HAS A BONER! No high five. This is all yer fault, Jafar. Those are stretch marks, they happen. Why is everyone in the kingdom white? AND THE HAPPY ENDING SONG IS SO AMAZING AND SO IS DYLAN WITH HIS EYES AND VOICE OF A FUCKING ANGEL AND RACHAEL WITH HER EXPRESSION AND JEFF WITH HIS SEXY LOOKS AND ROBERT WITH HIS AMAZING ONE LINERS AND JOE WITH HIS VOICE AND ACTING JUST OH MY GOD DYLAN'S PERFORMANCE WAS THE MOST EMOTIONAL OF ANY STARKID I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE AND ALSO I WANT NICK GAGE TO NARRATE MY LIFE.

Okay I think I hit everything Twisted-wise. In the past 24 hours I've watched it four times. That's about nine hours of my life I will gladly never get back. Just... Dylan Saunders. I want to have Carribean Study with you.

Enough with my little rant. I was wondering, how many people ship Elan more than Jeli? How many prefer Dylan to Joe or vice versa? I love when you guys (hem hem Maria) make predictions, so predict away!

(By the way, this is right after Dylan and Eli have breakfast for the first time)

HERE WE GO!

CHAPTER 3.3; DYLAN'S POV:

Sometimes, something in your life just happens, and you just can't help but think about it nonstop. You could try and distract yourself, but it's just there in the back of your head, so you mindlessly do said distraction without doing what was intended, so it's really just a waste of your energy. This energy should be wasted on just thinking of that one thing.

And that thing was (shockingly) Eli. I couldn't shake her, like she was some parasite living in my brain; but she was so much more amazing than every bug on the entire world put together, which is a very shitty analogy that I don't care I actually made.

I could just survey everything she would do all day. She always looked down to her shoes when she smiled, which goes along with every sappy song ever written. She constantly fusses with her hair and pulls on strands when she's waiting or bored. She smacks her lips together and makes a horse sound whenever she's impatient. She coughs all the time, but I could just tell by the smell of her she's never even seen a blunt before. But that perfume she wears! Like cucumbers and vanilla and every other amazing smell all rolled up into one little squirt. She would always pick at her nails, too. That was the only fault I could find in her. They were cracked and chipped and the maroon nailpolish was chipping to look like country borders. But if sucky nailbeds were her only fault so far, I was in luck.

But she wasn't just this beautiful person, too. She was funny. She could take just any situation whatsoever, and with a sarcastic remark or a strange face, it would instantly become comedic gold. And she was insanely deep, too, like she was an onion, and you had to peel back all of these layers to find the true Eli. You knew by just looking at her, she had all of these gears working in her head, trying to form characters or situations.

And I was willing to bet my entire house that Joe never once thought about Eli like this. And if he did, if he was even remotely close to seeing what I saw, I was surprised he hadn't of burned his brain out yet.

Joseph Walker. One hell of a guy, and one of me best friends. But also the biggest asshole I have ever met in my life, and dumber than a first grader. He could never have the mental capability to Eli. She's an onion, and he's an animal cracker. And the fact I even had to drop Eli off at Joe's place made me want to punch a wall...