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

Hello beautiful readers of mine! 5000 reads? You guys are so totally awesome I can't even put it in words how thankful I am for every single number. You motherfuckers are amazing.

How are you liking this duel part POV thingy? I was all for it before, and thought it would be easy to blow through these chapters, but it's really awkward for me to write in voices of people who exist in real life. I JUST HAD A THOUGHT. WHAT IF TEAM STARKID READS THIS FANFIC. OKAY IF ANYONE IN A STARKID MUSICAL IS READING THIS, I AM SO SORRY.

So, this chapter goes back to the day Eli had her costume party at her house. You know, the one where Dylan kissed Eli? We get to see his thoughts, why he got so drunk that night, and if Lauren had a little something something to do with it...

SO WHOOP WHOOP HERE WE GO!

CHAPTER 3.5; DYLAN'S POV:

The story of how I ruined everything began with one night and ended with one night only a week later. Of course, if future me could go back in time and warn myself, I would of never done anything I did. I would still be living in the agony of loving a girl who is already with another man and having my best friend ruin her relationship with me. That was something I could deal with. The TARDIS is not real but my problems are glaring me in the face.

It all started about two hours or so before a costume party at the infamous Eli herself. I knew I wanted to impress her, to awe her, to tell me I was ten times more gorgeous and wonderful than Walker, so I was decked out in a black tux and a fake gun on my side. No woman could resist the British charm of Bond, James Bond.

But a tuxedo was not a good thing to be wearing before the party when you're helping your best friend move out of her house. I had to bend over as slowly as I could so my pants wouldn't rip. Though, I thought, Lauren would never let me live it down if that would happen.

"Lauren!" I yelled through the thick dust in the depths of her cabinets. "You're the only person living in this house and you're under 100 pounds! How many pots and pans do you need?"

"It's not enough!" she responded in all seriousness. Careful not to hit my head or tear my suit, I stood up to face her. I honestly had no idea what she was dressed as. Lauren described it as a lovechild between a fairy and a cheetah, but regardless, she did look pretty cute. I instantly felt a weird wave of sickness over my gut, but it quickly passed as I heard her talk. "Not every one of those things is a pot, you know!" She hurried over to the pile where she bent down.

Something strange happened. I've seen her crouch down for things many times, and it never bothered me before. But for some reason, I really watched her. I noticed every curve and contour her backside had.Thank God He actually made curves. Without them, we would be squares. Circles don't turn me on, but at this precise moment Lauren did. I quickly put my hands in front of my crotch.

"This is a funnel cake pan, where one would adiquately make funnel cake," she said. As Lauren turned around, I saw her eyes shoot down for one moment, then jerked back up with a slight blush.

***LAUREN***

There is no way he has a boner right now.

***DYLAN***

I know she saw it. There's no way she could look right at it and not deduct it. I just nodded and pretended like I was totally listening to what she was talking about. She bent down again, but this time I could notice she knew about my stare. She curved her back out slightly so her butt popped out slightly more. I was reminded of the college days when she would do that, but about five feet closer to me, but with less clothes on...