Rick stared suspiciously at the bogus Chad as he ran ahead of Rick as they ran laps. Coach had them run I'm order: 1st String QB, 1st String Receivers, 1st String Center, etc.
Rick didn't know how the coach came up with his single file lap order, other than he wanted the quarterback and receivers to run the fastest. The Chad running in front of Rick today had a different pace than the one who had run in front of Rick for the last 3 years. Rick frowned, the shape was right, but it was overstuffed. At lunch Chad had been 30 lbs lighter than this guy. No way was the bubble butt straining Chad's shorts his usual quarterback. He glanced over at Todd, the other first string receiver. Todd didn't seem to have noticed, but some people are oblivious to things right in front of them.
Chad botched a few plays during practice too, but everyone seemed to put it down to senioritis. Rick didn't.
Chad was his buddy, but today Rick was much more buddy than usual. He draped his arm across Chad's shoulders, as they headed back to the locker room. Rick had to reach up over an inch more than usual. This Chad was taller than before. It looked like Chad, it knew Chad's plays, but he was sure it wasn't Chad.
"We will have a great time this weekend, Chad," Rick lied confirming nonexistent plans with the fake Chad.
"Uh, yeah, sure, Rick," Tyrone replied. He had checked Chad's calendar this morning. It was open except for a couple dates with no mention of Rick, but Chad had lunch with Rick, so he must've added something, but what? "Um, yeah it will be great. Uh, Rick refresh my memory." Tyrone panted heavily, Chad's routine was harder than he expected.
"Well, we're going to stop by your place to get your clothes, and you're spending the weekend at my place. The whole 3 day weekend at Casa Rick. It will be great. Sleepover tonight, Saturday and Sunday, and Monday. Be sure to bring your Speedo for Bruno's Pool party tomorrow, and your nose plug."
Rick knew the real Chad insisted on wearing boardshorts to Bruno's Pool parties, and that he had tried nose plugs, had a pair but never used them because he disliked the way they felt.
Chad was listening, and clued in to what Rick was saying. He concentrated on his red Speedo. He had worn it only once, and decided it was too obscene. He hadn't worn it since. When he was playing water polo he wore the uniform Speedo which wasn't so transparent.
Tyrone struggled to access Chad's memories. Chad was fighting him, but this wasn't the first skinsuit he broke in. Ah, he saw the image of the red Speedo, and said, "Right, Rick, I'll wear my red Speedo."
Rick suppressed a guffaw. Chad hated that Speedo. So how did this fake guy know Chad owned a red Speedo? Hm....