Gah!
There was something weird going on.
Or, at least the rest of the All-Starz thought so. "I mean," Michael said during training, giving the shirtless Rick across the gym a suspicious look, "he doesn't even bother putting on clothes to talk to her." Noting the sweat glistening on Rick's tanned skin, he rolled his eyes. "It's fricking creepy."
"I think she likes him," Emily brightly chimed in—before lowering her voice, "If you know what I mean." Her eyes flashed to Judy, casually handing Rick a bottle of water. Not handing him his towel. Emily's lip curled.
"No wonder she gives him all the best stuff. When was the last time she gave my blade a tune-up?"
"Seriously. It's because you're not an exhibitionist."
"What d'you think they're saying..?" Max interrupted with a fascinated little giggle, making his teammates jump. He'd suddenly appeared, leaning past their elbows to get a good view of Rick and his mom. Emily and Michael gawked.
Max grinned, straightening up, blue eyes playful. "Look, they already know you're watching them."
The All-Starz froze, horrified, then slowly turned their faces to Judy and Rick. The pair gazed back, smiling. Rick, towel draped over his shoulder, waved
A/N: Oh cummon—it's so totally weird between those two… …I luff it.