"Ok, there she is…" Marty (Calvin?) pointed through one of the big picture windows of Lou's, where Lorraine was joking around with her friends. "Now, just go in there and ask her."

I gulped. This was the big moment. If I didn't go in there, Darth Vader was sure to find out and come back from Planet Vulcan to melt my brain!

But…why had he given me such an impossible task? Ask Lorraine Baines, popular beautiful Lorraine to the Dance! Why would she go with me anyway? I was the most unpopular boy in school, not to mention that I doubted I had the guts.

I'd never really talked to a girl who wasn't family what was I supposed to do? How should I act? Polite, casual, cool (however you did that)?

I shifted my weight from foot to foot. "Ok, Ok…but I don't know what to say…" I confessed, normally I wouldn't say anything. Marty, odd as he was had been nicer to me than any kid I'd met. Well…once you got passed the fact he'd popped up out of nowhere and appeared to be stalking me…

Darth Vader though, had mentioned him in a round about way. Whenever I tried to remember what he'd said the memory got all hazy, but I figured…I hoped that Marty would be able to offer some sort of help to me.

As I looked at Marty he seemed to be annoyed and was muttering something I couldn't really pick up on.

"…Ever born!"

"What?" I ask, my voice high, still shifting from foot to foot. I'm so nervous! "What did you say?"

Marty quickly swallowed his Pepsi "Nothing, nothing" he assured me then added. "Look, just tell her…destiny has brought you together…"

I fumbled around for my pencil and notepad I always had them with me…I'd never remember this in my state I had to get it down.

"Tell her that she is the most beautiful girl that you've ever seen in the world," Marty continued, then furrowed his brow as he noticed my furious writing. "What-what are you doing, George?"

"I'm writing this down," I spoke quickly my hair flopping in my face. "This is good stuff!"

"Uh-huh," Marty was pushing me along now towards the café doors.

"Oh, " it was practically a squeak.

Marty reached towards my hair. "Could you fix that…?"

"Oh…yeah," I mumbled, almost tripping over my feet as I shoved my pencil and notepad in separate pockets and tried to straighten up my hair.

And then I was inside Lou's, the jukebox blaring, kids dancing, filling the tables and the stools at the counter, laughing eating, even Goldie was having a good time!

I felt as if everyone was staring at me, thinking What's that loser doing here? Why had I agreed to do this? Maybe I should just-

There was a push at my back and I took a huge step forward right into the middle of the café…thanks Marty…I couldn't back out now, not without looking stupid.

Gulping, I took one little step towards the back of the shop tucking in my shirt I had to look presentable. Then stepped towards the counter instead, my mouth was dry as dust.

"Lou," I somehow manage to get out, "Give me a milk…" I slammed my hand down on the counter. "Chocolate."

To my surprise Lou sent it sliding down the counter right away. Good thing my hand was on the counter or the glass would have ended up on the floor and the chocolate milk all over me.

I took a huge gulp before putting it back down and wiping my mouth with my sleeve (I'd learnt the hard way about milk-moustaches). I fumbled in my pockets for my notepad and as soon as I had it in hand I headed towards Lorraine.

The walk seemed to take forever. By the time I got to the table I had the notepad open. I cleared my throat my heart was pounding. I felt like I was sweating bullets. I was sure my hands were shaking. Worst of all, Lorraine didn't look up I'd have to speak first…

"Lo-Lorraine," I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper. I stared at the writing on the notepad, what did it say? "My density…has bought me to you…"

Oh God! What the Hell had I just said?

Lorraine's brown eyes turned to me curiously and she continued to sip on her strawberry malted.

Beside her, her brunette friend was staring at me, mouth opened as if I was some sort of hideous creature. Across from her the blonde one looked annoyed at being interrupted.

"What?" Lorraine finished sipping.

"Uh…" I swallowed. My mouth was dry again she was looking at me! Talking to me! "What I meant to say…"

I couldn't remember. I looked at my notepad, but what I had written there seemed to make even less sense than before.

"Wait a minute," Lorraine began slowly, a lovely smile lighting up her face, "don't I know you from somewhere?"

She…she remembered me! I couldn't….wow…!

"Yes!" I practically shouted, throwing my arms wide. "Yes! I'm George, George McFly!"

That obviously didn't mean much to her though, she just tilted her head at me. Her brunette friend's glare disorientated me.

"I'm your density!" I declared and Lorraine blinked, her brow furrowed… "I mean…your destiny."

For a moment the world brightened. Lorraine tilted her head at me again, smiled again and even made a little "Oh" sound.

I was actually doing it! Darth Vader was right!

Now for the hard part, I had to…I had to actually ask her to the dance, right in front of her glaring friends no less. The café seemed to be deathly silent.

"Hey McFly!"

What? Oh no, NO!

I winced as I turned around slowly towards the front doors…please no.

"I thought I told you never to come in here," Biff Tannen and his gang were there. Biff was glaring at me with cold beady eyes and a curled lip. Everyone really was staring at me now. I wished I were back at home, in bed…but no.

Biff headed towards me, obviously enjoying this. "Now it's gonna cost you, how much money you got on you, McFly?" He demanded, rubbing his fingers together as he pushed a kid out of his way.

"Well, how much you want, Biff-?"

Suddenly, Biff went down, hitting the floor of the café with a thud! A foot had been stuck in front of him. Someone had tripped Biff Tannen! The entire café gasped in one intake of breath.

It was Marty…! He really was new in town…

Biff got to his feet, his face as red as Marty's shirt…Marty though stood, well sat his ground, his face determined and unflinching. Well at least until he saw how big Biff is, then his eyes widened.

"All right, punk, you-" Biff hissed, but Marty was all ready pointing over his shoulder.

"Woah, woah, Biff what's that?" He gasped.

Biff with annoyance began to turn in the direction Marty was pointing, but he didn't even get there…

Marty's fist lashed out, hitting Biff square on the jaw and sending him onto a table! Holy-! Someone had actually punched Biff Tannen!

Then I felt someone grab my shoulder, my heart leapt. It was Lorraine! Lorraine Baines had grabbed onto me!

But her eyes were on Marty.

Who while weird, certainly wasn't a fool, he was in big trouble. Before Biff could even move to get up he was running towards the doors. Someone had turned the jukebox back on, distracting Biff's gang enough so that Marty knocked them down like pins and then was out the door.

"Oh my God!" Lorraine gasped. I put my hands on her arms, hoping to get her attention. She was moving, she didn't even see me and I knew why…

"It's Calvin Klein…Oh God, he's a dream!"