Who: Robert and Stephen Where: Stephen's room When: Tuesday afternoon What: Rob's sixth sense has informed him that there's something going on between Merlin's Pants' drummer and guitarist.
Rob always considered himself somewhat of an expert in matters of the heart. At least, in comparison to his cousin who didn't know squat. He had known Stephen and Megan long enough to know they were being a bit more friendlier than, well, friends. Whether they knew it or not. Rob had seen the flirting, seen the excessive cross-outs and suggestive comments in the journals, and had heard Megan's squealing coming from Stephen's room just a few nights before.
Knowing it was his duty as the expertly cousin, Rob knocked on Stephen's door (more out formality because he pushed it open before hearing a response) and leaned against the frame, his eyebrow wiggling and his arms crossed over his chest. "So. Megan Jones, huh?"