Rick got out of the car, looking out over the view.  He Currently worse a white muscle shirt, one which clung to his body, showing off his muscles.  His blue shorts that he wore were a fair bit more baggy, but they still didn't dot a very good job of concealing what laid underneath(which was fairly impressive).  Of course, to those who knew him, they know Rick wasn;t wearing tight clothing to show off.  He simply wore the clothing as he found it more functional.<br/><br/>"So, this is it?  It has a nive view."  Rick nodded his head.  Of course, the view wasn't so much what he was interested in as much as how he could use the beach to continue his training.  He understood why his friends wanted him to come with them so badly.  It was his senier year after all, and his scholarship that he recieved meant that he would have to move a considerable distance away.  All the way to New york city.  He wouldn't have much time left with them.<br/><br/>That being said though, he still couldn't let his training go to hell.<br/><br/>Once he heard the excited shouts of the girls, he chuckled, then ran out to the beach, taking off his shirt.  However, he didn't dive into the water when he got to the edge.  Instead, taking off his shirt, socks and shoes, he began to do jumping jacks. It was best to stretch and get a bit of exercise first before one went for a swim.  As he jumped up and down, Rick was oblivious to the  way his package bounced around with him, but then, that was Rick when he trained.