Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
Author's Note: Don't worry! I do still plan to finish the first fic. I haven't had a computer for nearly a week - but I have it back, now. I will still work at making my NaNoWriMo goal.
May 23, 2016
4:00 PM PST
Marty McFly Jr sure felt elated, as he was walking home. He was ecstatic that Tabitha Palmer was finally coming to town. His girlfriend, Stephanie Stebbs, also seemed to be quite thrilled with the idea of meeting her - as well as her twin sister, Stacy. The latter was dating Todd Brown, who also happened to be amongst Marty Jr's closest friends.
"I remember Tabitha," Todd commented, excitedly. "It's also amazing, really, that her oldest brother has the same name as me. She is quite a nice girl - and I think that you girls will both get along her. Her mother is also a close friend to my Grandpa Emmett."
"As long as you guys really have nothing going on with her," teased Stephanie. After all, Marty Jr knew that his girlfriend rather had a lot of trust for him. "At any rate, it's always nice - being able to meet new people. It sounds like she actually is a nice girl."
"She really is, Steph," Marty Jr replied, dreamily. "I wish that I knew you, when I was younger. We had a lot of fun. A couple months ago, I felt a little disappointed - when her mother showed up, but not her. We exchanged several emails - and she's looking forward to meeting you girls. She also happens to be a real enthusiast of the 1980s."
"In that case, that sounds awesome," replied Stephanie. "I really love hanging out at the Cafe '80s. It's such a shame, though, that Griff Tannen and his gang like to show up - and harass people. I don't get it! They don't seem to even really like the 1980s."
"It's because they're lo-res scuzzballs," groused Todd, rolling his eyes. "They really do get their kicks, y'know, out of kicking people around. At least, his cousin's really a nice guy. It's hard to believe that they share the same blood. They're just very different."
"Say, if you could go back in time," asked Stacy, "where would you like to go? For me, it's actually sort of a toss-up. The '80s sure is a great decade, but so are the '60s and the '70s. Of course, during the '60s, there sure was a considerable amount of political tension. The music was quite awesome, though. Or, should I say, groovy? It rocked!"
"Yeah, I like some psychedelic rock," agreed Marty Jr. "I sure think Jimi Hendrix was a talented guy, and I also really love The Electric Prunes. I really could do without Janis Joplin, though. After all, her voice is like fingernails on a chalk board. It so annoying."
"Well, it sort of is an acquired taste," pointed out Stacy. "I really can understand why not everyone would enjoy her music. She really places a lot of passion into her music, though - and, for that, I admire her. It's a shame, though, that she died so young."
"I actually like my songs to be loud or upbeat," explained Stephanie. "I can appreciate psychedelic music, some of the time. I do have to be in the right mood, though. I sure don't think that I'd enjoy the 1950s, though. Back then, rock and roll was actually just getting started - and it wasn't actually loud. I think I'd really get bored, quite quickly."
"Well, I really wouldn't want to live in the '50s," Stacy replied, softly. "I think, though, that it'd really be a good era to visit. Of course, that era isn't quite without its political tension. Still, I don't think it's a good idea to throw out the baby with the bathwater."
"I completely agree with you, Stacy," replied Todd, nodding. "I'd even like to visit the Old West, and the Roaring '20s also sounds like a good era. All things considered, I'm happy to be living in the present - even though I don't care for much modern music."
"Well, I really do enjoy the hoverboards," agreed Marty Jr. "Also, the internet is very nice. Still, I sometimes do envy my parents. I mean, I think the '80s had a lot of great music - as well as movies and TV shows. I also sure can't stand how some of the older generation do tend to give me a rather hard time, for liking 'their' generation's music."
"Yeah, that can be a little upsetting," replied Stephanie. "I mean, we can't help it! We can't help that we weren't born at their time. Why should we have to stick to music of our own generation? C'mon, people! Freedom of choice! I happen to like '80s music!"
"I sure feel the same way," agreed Todd, nodding. "Well, here we are. We're at your house. I sure do see an unfamiliar car in your driveway. I wonder if that could belong to Tabitha. It's been such a long time. In a way, it'll actually seem a lot like old times."
Just then, a girl with blond curls stepped outside. Right way, Marty Jr could recognize her. She didn't seem to look all too different. She was so pretty, though - and it really was a good feeling. A rush of memories began to sweep through his mind, as he quite thought of all the great times that they had. He actually began to feel very nostalgic.
"Marty! Todd!" called out Tabitha, as she ran up to the group. She smiled, just as she glanced at the girls. "You must be the Stebbs twins, I take it? Marty and Todd told me a lot about you! Well, it certainly is a great pleasure - being able to meet all of you!"
"It's nice to meet you, too," replied Stephanie, as the teens walked to the house. "It's always a great pleasure meet friends of Marty. After all, a friend of Marty's is a friend of mine. So, anyway, he mentioned that you also had a great passion for '80s music?"
"Oh, most definitely," Tabitha replied, smiling. "I mean, much of today's music doesn't have the same soul. Anyway, your parents had to leave - for a little while. Well, I did bake some chocolate chip chocolate cookies. I sure do apologize, once again - for not being able to come over, two months ago. Well, it's sure feels good to be over here."
Marty Jr smiled, as he reached for two cookies. This sure was a nice day, and he was quite happy by how Tabitha and the Stebbs girls seemed to have taken rather well to each other. He liked knowing that he wouldn't have to deal with any jealousy issues.
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"You seem like a wonderful girl," commented Stephanie, warmly. "I rather wish I had a chance, though, to meet you sooner. I have to admit, I feel a little jealous. I mean, in a way, I sort of feel as if I missed out on a big part of Marty's life. I quite wonder how our relationship would be different, had I met him sooner. I suppose it would really..."
"Well, Stephanie, let's look at it this way," Tabitha commented, gently. "I date, every now and then. Still, I don't currently have a boy in my life. I just don't worry about it, though. When I find the right one, it will be extra special. It's best to look forward."
"I can understand that, Tab," Stephanie replied, softly. "I am looking quite forward to having a nice future with Marty. In the end, that's what's important. Still, I can't quite help but wonder... What if I met him, a little sooner? Like, when he was about eight?"
"I do wonder the same thing," Marty Jr replied, laughing. He swallowed, as he tried to imagine him and Stephanie knowing each other - as small children. As it simply was, he and Todd met the Stebbs girls at a party - and it was just love at first sight. "I'm really not sure if we'd be a couple, first of all. When you think about it, and how we met..."
"I think Marty has a very good point," agreed Todd, nodding. "I'm sure that, at eight, we wouldn't've fallen in love with them. Quite likely, we'd just be friends - which really isn't a bad thing. Still, it isn't the same. I just can't imagine not being in love in Stacy."
"That's so sweet, Todd!" gushed Stacy. "Still, I think it is possible for childhood friends to... to end up as a romantic couple. It might be a little unusual, but I'm real sure that it can happen. Still, I do see what Tabitha means - about being able to look forward."
"Say, if you guys don't mind," Tabitha commented, smiling, "I'd just like to have a little talk with Marty. We sure shouldn't be gone long." Turning to Marty, she added, "Hey, do you really mind if we head to your bedroom? What I want to talk to you about is... Well, it's a little private. By the way, Marty, do you still sleep in the same bedroom?"
"I sure do," Marty Jr replied, as he flashed a lopsided smile. Just then, he quite began to felt nervous. He quite knew that his girlfriend could trust him to be alone with other girls. He rather wondered what Tabitha wanted. "My dad used to sleep in that room."
"That really sounds cool," Tabitha replied, softly. "I find it very amazing, though, how your parents are content with living in this house. You'd think that, with all the money that they have - from your father's career - they would opt to live in a bigger house."
"Well, I think it's just nostalgia," Marty Jr replied, softly. "We used to have a mansion, a long time ago. Dad decided that he didn't really need it. I think it'd be rather easy to get real lost in such a place. We really have a nice basement. It has a real ceiling, and the floor is carpeted. We even have a few rooms, down there. It's a real nice house."
"You have a good point," Tabitha commented, laughing. "Anyway, Marty, here's what I wanted to ask you. If you could rather have your deepest heart's desire... anything that you wanted. Many do desire world peace, but think about what you want."
"All right, then," Marty Jr replied, softly. He simply tried hard to think of the one thing that he most wanted. It took about a moment for him to decide. "Here is what I really want. I want to see what it's like to be my father. To experience life as an '80s teen."
"Well, Marty," Tabitha commented, slowly, "let me see if I can really understand what your wish is. You actually want to experience life as your father, back when he was a teenager?" Marty Jr nodded, as he really felt embarrassed. "You're rather sure about that?" Marty Jr nodded, once again. "If that's quite the case... your wish is granted."
"Wish granted?" Marty Jr asked, as he was confused. What the hell are you talking about? Suddenly, he felt himself becoming drowsy. He wondered what Tabitha did to him. He really found himself in a dreamlike state. Suddenly, he lost consciousness.