No. This wasn't how it was going to end. He'd caved and given Jamie his last stash of pills when he'd heard the problem--but now... god, he'd made such a mess of things.
Jamie had had it bad sure, and Charlie had only offered what his own genius had managed to devise as a work around for being late bloomers. But robbing his friend of nearly thirty years of his life? No... that was just wrong. There had to be something he could do to fix things--after all, what would Jamie's parents think? Wait a minute... how would Timmy react?
As if on cue, Charlie heard a commotion coming near the bathroom.
"Come on, I gotta whizz," grumbled a clearly pubescent Timmy. And suddenly why Jaime had wanted more pills clicked for Charlie. Somehow Timmy must have taken the pill that Charlie had given Jaime. That was... well, Timmy looked great as a jock, but this was something coming far far too early for him. He was supposed to be a kid just having fun.
"I'll be out in a little bit, Tim," called James from what sounded like the shower.
"All right... Dad," grumbled Timmy as he then stalked away from the doorway.
Not only was Jaime thinking himself older, but now Timmy was thinking things were always this way as well... there's something wrong here. He'd made a mess of things... and only he could make them right.