A football playing king in space.. With a mustache. :D

What? Why wouldn't Stephen want to listen to Mel complain about Nate and talk about making out on couches? D; *shot*

Why was it that everything made so much more sense in her mind? What she rambled on about was a complete thought she had in her head, that just wouldn't come off her tongue in coherent words? She blushed, and didn't reply to him, simply shaking her head, silently dismissing the stupid idea that she had. At least she understood it all. Maybe not in a way that could be put into more than a feeling, but she got it. Maybe it was just something you'd have to experience for yourself before you completely made sense of it. And that's in chapter 12. >:c
She stared at him miserably, biting her lip. "I figure you won't want to listen. I don't mind listening to you talk, but..." She sighed, her gaze flicking to her hands.
At that comparison, she smiled. She didn't feel like he minded at all, but she knew if she started talking, there was a good chance she wouldn't stop. *shot*
"Do you really want to listen to me anyway?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as if the idea of listening to others talk about themselves was completely boring.

Hypocrite...

Because he wants to complain about Aislinn and moving past lapdances. D8 /shottoo.

Yeah, Melody, why did things only make sense in your head. And this book has no answers. Dx *flips Mel-for-Dummies*. And Butters is no help either. He supposed it really would have to be something he had to experience for himself, though he wasn't all to fond of that idea. Stephen sighed and started to flip to chapter twelve, but realized that his guide had suddenly disappear and crossed his arms and legs instead, resting one ankle on his knee. He frowned, giving her a solemn look and tilting his head to one side. "But...?" The young man had started to inquire, letting his voice trail off along with her.

He blinked slowly as she finally finished. "If I had the choice, I'd be much more comfortable listening to someone else's voice rather than my own." Stephen stopped there, not needing to say anymore, simply giving her the chanceto take or pass on the opportunity.