"Alright, this question should be easy for you, big guy. What molecules are made up of Amino Acids? Terry?" Drew asked, but Terry really wasn't paying attention. His brain was just all over the place. One second the football player was thinking of his shower with Brad, the next, he was thinking of how weird his own body was feeling. It wasn't until Drew yelled at him did Terry come back to reality. "Hey! Earth to Terry! What molecules are made up of Amino Acids?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, protein. Sorry, I just have... a lot on my mind." And he still was having a lot on his mind. Terry swore that Drew was looking different. Certainly, he was looking more muscular, right? Unless his eyes were playing tricks or something. It was then he recalled what his Mom used to say to him. If you ever need anything, just ask. Well, Drew wasn't his Mom, but maybe he should talk to someone about this. "Uh, hey, have you gotten bigger? Like maybe you been working out harder?"
Terry's study partner was taken aback by what he just said. "S-so, it wasn't just my imagination."
Looks like Drew noticed something was off too. Well, at least Terry wasn't going crazy and seeing things, but that just leads to more questions.
"Y-yeah, you and your brother are looking buffer." Now after the football player said this, his study partner reacted with much more surprise. It was one thing for weird things to be happening to Drew himself; it was another for it to happen to his brother.
"Wait? What?!" Drew exclaimed as he got up and exited the room. Terry quickly followed him until they reached Steve's room. There they took a peek inside, and they were surprised to see what they found. Steve was shirtless and looking more defined than he used to be. It was easy to tell since Steve was so skinny that any muscle gained would be noticeable.
"Aww yeah. Who's the hot brother now? I am." The younger brother said to himself while he flexed his new lean muscles. It seems like he didn't care that these muscles came from nowhere; he was just happy that he had them now. Having seen enough, Drew and Terry quietly went back to Drew's room.
"What. The. Fuck." Terry was surprised at what just came out of Drew's mouth. He rarely swore, not that he blamed him, of course. Anyone in Drew's shoes would probably be cursing so much, it would make a sailor blush. What Terry did not expect was for Drew to rip off his shirt. Most likely to see if he was buffer than he was before. "What the fuck is happening to us?"
That was a good question to ask. Unfortunately, the answer wasn't written in one of Drew's study cards.