The library or the pool. Ben wasn't much of a reader, unless they were graphic novels, and he wasn't a good swimmer, either. Still, should he ever decide to gather up the balls to meet some girls...the pool seemed like the better choice. Much better.
"Yeah, it's definitely the season for the pool," Ben agreed. His scrawny, pasty self needed a tan anyway. And about fifty pounds or so of muscle.
"Does this place have a gym?" It probably did, since this place was like some kind of too-good-to-be-true paradise. Plus, Jimmy looked really good for a guy his age. He would know. "The idea of meeting people poolside suddenly has me really aware that I'm really skinny. And so pale that I probably glow in the dark."