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tell you he's occupied with the new blonde, uh, female member in the men's locker room. Some sounds are unmistakable, you know?" He blushes fiercely, such a gentleman. "But I still have to decide whether or not I should revoke their memberships."
    As disgusted as I am, years of friendship won't allow me not to protect Brady, even when he's not looking.
    "Percy," I bat my eyelashes shamefully, "how about I make you a big batch of my signature chocolate peanut butter cup cookies next week, and promise to make sure Brady doesn't do this again, and we forget this ever happened?"
    His brow cocks. "A batch? How many cookies we talkin'? I'm a growing boy, ya know." He teases jovially, turning to walk away, motioning with his head for me to follow.

    "Hey, Grumpy, feeling better today?" Brady teases, his twinkling green eyes matching his playful tone as he strolls out of the locker room.
    He's standing in front of me but all I can see are his grey tennis shoes since I'm bent in half stretching to my toes. Slowly I raise up, eyes widening as I take him in.
    "What," I point, biting down on a giggle, "the hell are you wearing? Those shorts could be seen from Mars."
    It seems like I was miffed at him for something, but I'll be damned if I can remember now amidst the hilarity before me. Brady is prancing around the gym in neon green shorts at least one size too small. I was there when he bought them; I even tried to warn him they were nothing but an eyesore he'd never wear, but as always, he was more concerned with the perky salesgirl holding them right up against his crotch explaining they were made for him. At that point, I'd retreated to the opposite side of the store, unable to stomach their interaction. That was five years ago and not only have the shorts been collecting dust in his drawer since then, the "oh so sweet girl" turned out to be a raving stalker that enjoyed slashing tires.
    The fact that he'd resort to this public display before doing an actual load of laundry is unbelievable…almost as much as the fact he got someone to screw him on the same day as this fashion statement. Oh yeah, that's why I'm mad at him!
    "Uh huh, you have no idea why I might be wearing these?" He cocks one brow in question.
    "Why, whatever do you mean?" I lay on a southern drawl and my best innocent eyes.
    "Kathy disappeared this week, no call, won't answer mine. Doesn't sound like her, does it?" He's gauging me intently, waiting for a slip, but I stand firm, nonchalant in my composure.
    "I'm sure she'll be back. Probably just needed a break. Anyway," I jab a finger in his chest, "you need to get laid in private! If you get us kicked out of the only gym in town, I'll kill you. You're welcome, by the way; you may repay me by buying all the ingredients needed for two batches of my cookies."
    "ChocoPeanaCups?" he says excitedly, his eyes lighting up. "You making those for me?"
    "No, Percy. That's how I saved your membership. The locker room? Seriously, Brady?"
    "Fucking punk, running to tattle to you. I knew I hated him."
    "He didn't want to tell me! And so not the point."
    His mouth takes on a sinister snark as he leans in, inches from my face. "Oh, he wanted to tell you, believe me… 'Brady's getting in some panties, so please, Addison, finally let me get in yours,'" he mimics. "Limp dick," he mutters with a head shake. "Pathetic."
    "Whatever, just keep it in your pants," I glance over him with a smirk, "or groovy shorts, at the gym. Promise?"
    "Yeah, yeah," he blows me off, so I do the same.
    "Run along now," I shoo him with my hand. "I've got a workout to get to." 
    To my delight, my favorite treadmill is still empty. I pop in my headphones and start at a steady pace. Blah. CNN's on the TV in front of me, so I turn to the second best form of entertainment—people watching. The key to good creeping is subtlety. Never let them catch you looking. I've mastered it, which is why Brady has no clue that I'm currently rolling my eyes and fighting back a