Outside her home, Amy nervously paced back and forth by the side of the garage while she waited for Paul's arrival. She previously turned off all the outside lights to the house to ensure it was dark so that Paul wouldn't notice her condition.
After a few minutes of waiting in the dark, Amy heard rock music coming down the end of her street.
Paul raced his Z-28 down the road with his car door window down and Van Halen's Running With The Devil song blasted out of the rear speakers.
Paul whipped his car into Amy's driveway and screeched to a stop. He tooted his car's horn.
"Turn out your car lights," Amy called out to Paul while she hid in the shadows of the corner of the garage.
Paul looked around and didn't see Amy. "Where are you?" he asked while he poked his head out into the darkness
"I said. Turn out your car lights," she called out again while she hid in the dark shadows.
Paul turned out his lights, and it was completely dark.
"Turn off your engine," Amy called out again while she hid by the corner of the garage.
From inside his car, Paul looked around for Amy and couldn't see her in the darkness. He turned off the car engine.
Amy's shadowy figure walked past the front of Paul's car and walked up to the passenger door.
"Close your eyes," Amy instructed from outside.
"Okay," Paul said while he closed his eyes and danced in excitement in his seat.
Amy opened up the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut.
"What do you want to talk about? I bet it's about us heating things to the next step? I can't wait!" Paul said with his eyes closed and was about to jump out of his pants.
"Well, it's kind of," Amy said but wasn't able to finish her sentence because Paul rushed over and planted a kiss on her lips and rubbed his hands through her hair.
He immediately pulled away after a few seconds of kissing and looked a little concerned. "Why do your lips feel so dry," he said then looked at his hand and sat numerous strands of white hair. "Did you do something to your hair? It's white," he said while he flicked the hair off his hands. He placed his hand on her cheek. "Your cheek feels weird!"
Paul reached up to the roof of his car and turned on the overhead light. He looked over at Amy. His eyes widened, he jumped up in a panic and banged his head on the roof. He looked confused while he stared at Amy and rubbed his the top of his head "Why are you looking like an old lady? You scared me," he said while he shied away from Amy.
Amy looked worried about Paul's reaction. "I'm sorry, but it's for real. I might have a premature aging disorder," she told him while her eyes watered up a little.
"Ewe!" Paul replied and looked disinterested with Amy. He frantically rubbed his hand on his pants. "I hope it's not contagious."
"As far as I know it's not," Amy replied while she fought from sobbing.
Paul looked down at Amy's seat. "You have a huge butt!" he said and looked grossed out. "Listen, ah, I, ah, I gotta go. I have ball practice in the morning and need my rest," Paul lied through his teeth and started up his car. "Please leave, I gotta go," he added while he motioned for Amy to get out of his car.
Amy looked rejected and sad while she got out of his car.
She held his passenger door opened and poked her head inside his car. "Paul, I need your support during this condition," she said.
Paul looked straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with Amy.
"Goodbye," Paul called out while he reached over and grabbed the door handle of the passenger door. He slammed it shut almost ripping off Amy's fingers.
Amy stepped just in time to avoid his front tires running over her feet while he backed down her driveway.
Paul's Z-28 screeched off with tires smoking while he made a fast getaway.
Amy's eyes welled up while she watched the love of her life race away. "Paul!" Amy sobbed out.
From the living room window, Kate heard Paul's car, so she peeked out to see if Amy was okay. She felt sorry for her daughter when she had a gut feeling that Paul just dumped Amy.
"Ma'am. Are you okay?" Randall's voice called out from behind her.
Amy wiped away her tears while she turned around. "Oh, hi Randall and Laurie," she said the second she saw them standing on the sidewalk by her front yard. Then she cringed, realizing she probably shouldn't have opened up her mouth.
Randall and Laurie both looked unsure of the old lady that sounded like Amy.
"Amy? Is that you?" Randall said while he and Laurie inched closer to Amy.
"Yeah, it's me," Amy replied and wasn't looking forward to her friends, seeing her in this condition.
Randall saw tears run down Amy's cheeks and he got worried.
"Why are you dressed up like an old lady?" Laurie asked while she inched closer to Amy.
"What are you guys doing here?" Amy asked them.
Randall showed Amy a thermos he had in his hand. "Mom heard you were sick, so she insisted we bring you over some of her famous chicken soup," he said while he handed her the thermos.
"She said it would make you feel better," Laurie added while looked at Amy's wrinkled face.
"I don't think chicken soup will help me now," Amy said while she looked at the thermos. "But I wish it would," she added.
"What's wrong? You look like you aged over fifty years," Laurie asked while she continued to look at Amy's wrinkled face and white hair.
"I got it, you're in a play," Randall blurted out while he snapped his fingers.
"No, I'm not in a play," Amy replied while some more tears rolled down her cheek.
Randall and Laurie saw Amy's tears.
"What's wrong?" Randall asked while he reached over and held Amy's hand.
"Amy, come inside, dear," Kate's voice was heard from the front door.
Amy, Laurie, and Randall turned and saw Kate at the front door.
"Come inside, and I'll tell you what little I know," Amy told them.
Laurie and Randall were curious while they followed Amy to the front door.
Laurie and Randall followed Amy into the living room. Since the lighting was better, their eyes widened at the sight of Amy, and she looked old. Laurie and Randall were stunned and realized Amy wasn't wearing makeup.
"The doctor said I might have a premature aging disorder called Werner Syndrome. But she doesn't know for sure," Amy told Laurie and Randall.
Laurie scooted down the couch away from Amy.
"Don't worry, Laurie; it's an inherited disease. You can't catch it from her," Randall told his sister.
Laurie looked relieved. "Will it go away? I mean, we're on spring break," she asked being concerned.
"Some spring break. Paul doesn't want anything to do with me since I look old," Amy said while tears flowed down her cheek. "I look like a freak. What am I going to do? I hate old people, and now I'm turning into one," Amy said and started to look pissed with her condition.
In the hallway by the living room, Kate eavesdropped on Amy's conservation. Kate felt sorry for Amy's condition, but her attitude towards older people was becoming a bit irritating.
Kate walked down the hallway and headed to the kitchen, where she pondered how to handle Amy's attitude.
Kate had to go out to the back porch to get some fresh air.
Back in the living room, Randall placed an arm around Amy while her eyes continued to tear up.
Laurie sat there unsure on how to react to her best friend that was slowly turning into an old lady.
Out on the back porch, Kate discreetly lit up a cigarette in the dark. She quit smoking three years ago but had an occasional smoke when she was stressed out. And now, she desperately needed one since Amy's condition, and her attitude was fraying her nerves.
After Kate took more drags off her cigarette, her eyes lit up with the idea that sounded viable. She smashed the cigarette in the grass then rushed back inside the house. She removed her cell phone from her pants pocket and punched in a phone number.
"Aunt Wilma, it's me, Kate," she said into her cell phone.
"What a wonderful surprise to hear from you again," Wilma replied from the cell phone.
"I was wondering if Amy could stay with you this week," Kate said.
"Sure, I would love to have her stay with me, but doesn't she have off for spring break?" Wilma replied from the cell phone.
"She does but, well, you'll see tomorrow why I want her to spend time with her," Kate responded.
"I love a little mystery," Wilma replied.
"We'll be at your place around ten in the morning," Kate said.
"I'll be waiting," Wilma replied.
Kate disconnected the phone call and went back inside the house.
Kate went upstairs to her bedroom, where Rick relaxed on the bed, reading a book. She told him about Amy spending the rest of the week with Aunt Wilma. He thought that was a good idea, as maybe it will teach Amy a little lesson on respecting her elders.
Kate walked back into the living room where Randall sat next to Amy, and Laurie still shied away and moved to another chair.
"Amy, darling," Kate said when she walked into the living room.
Amy looked at her mother while she walked up to the couch and sat down by Amy's other side.
"I talked with Aunt Wilma, and you're going to spend the week with her," Kate told Amy while she held her hand.
"What? No! I can't spend spring break with an old lady!" Amy cried out in defiance.
"It would do you some good," Kate replied.
"No!" Amy yelled out and crossed her arms to stand her ground.
"Well, I guess we can have all of your friends over at the house, and you can party with them here. I could make a batch of Geritol cocktails for everybody. Because I don't believe your condition is going to reverse itself overnight," Kate replied.
"I'm sorry, but that's out of the question," Amy said, being defiant again.
"You're going, and that's the final answer. Maybe Laurie can stay with you at Aunt Wilma's," Kate replied.
"Will you stay with me and make it bearable?" Amy asked Laurie while her eyes lit up with that idea.
"I ah, I guess so," Laurie replied but looked disinterested in staying at Wilma's house all week. "We better leave and let Amy get some sleep," Laurie said, and she seemed anxious to get back home.
Randall stood up and assisted Amy to her feet. "I know things will work out for you," Randall told Amy while he gave her a supporting hug.
Laurie stood up from her chair.
"I'll see you in the morning," Amy said, ready for a supporting hug from Laurie.
But instead of hugging Amy, Laurie headed to the front door and turned around. "Goodnight," she said, being polite then walked out the front door.
Randall looked bothered by his sister's attitude while he walked to the front door.
"We're leaving at nine-thirty tomorrow morning. I'll call Aunt Wilma to let her know she has another guest," Kate told Randall.
"I'll tell Laurie," Randall said then left the house.
Amy looked at the closed front door, and her feelings were hurt with Laurie's attitude toward her condition.