Chapter 47

“Oh my God! Does anyonewear clothes in this movie?” Kat asked.

The US men’s gymnastics team, a fictionalized version, was lined up in a shower scene, a row of bare butts, wet and shiny, spreading deliciously across forty inches. Ben and his real-life counterparts squirmed a bit, watching their fictional equivalents wash each other—something they had never done. And when the titular Olympian Lovers shared their first kiss right in front of their naked teammates in what seemed to be a dream sequence, Ben, seated between Booger and Adam, glanced to his left.

“Turn the channel,” Adam mumbled between crunching kernels, suddenly not digging what he saw.

“I thought you wanted to watch the movie.” Ben opened his eyes after a brief real-life dream sequence.

“It’s, uh, kinda suck-tacular, don’t ya think?” Adam answered. “How’s what we check-see if it’s Iggy’s turn to dance yet, instead?”