Author's Note: I don't know why I haven't written a George fic yet. He was one of my favorite characters in the trilogy. Okay this is basically a story about George publishing his first story. It's called "Taking the Plunge" by the way because George is jumping into the world of publishment. Takes place in Lone Pine Timeline.
Hill Valley, California
April 2, 1956
7:35 PM
George McFly had always know he wanted to be a writer. It was the only thing that made sense to him in his life. The only thing he was absolutely positive on. The only thing he had been confident about in his weakling days.
Writing.
When he was five years old, he had written his very first story: Jump to the Moon. It was a pretty short piece about a boy with powers that enabled him to jump at great heights. The boy used his power to travel around the solar system, jumping from one planet to the next. George had been so proud of the story but he had not shown it to anyone. Not even his mother or father. Even though it was very good, George never showed it to a living soul.
And that was the problem that had stuck to him. That one problem had stuck with him all the way to his eighteenth year. He absolutely could not show his stories to anyone. In fact, he treated his notebook like Fort Knox.
What if they didn't like his stories?
What if people started making fun of him again?
One of the things George greatly feared was being tormented again. He wasn't sure if that was entirely possible since he conquered Biff Tannan. But it was still a scary thought. But if he didn't show his stories to any living soul, how would he get published? Yep, he certainly had his demons to sort through. As George sat at his desk that night working on his latest story, he thought of that question.
I can't. I won't. I can't. I won't. I can't.
George held his aching head to get his thoughts to slow for a moment. He looked down at the contents of his desk for mistreatment: a lamp, an ink well, his collection of old pencils, and his notebook. He picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages that contained his latest science fiction.
The Intergalactic Adventures of Max McFly
By George Douglas McFly
He liked the prospect of a McFly in space. That's what inspired the story to begin with. Although, he wasn't sure where he came up with the name "Max."
This was his first science fiction series. He had started writing them a few months ago and now he couldn't stop. Max McFly would always be zooming off to new planets or trying to help a world of aliens in trouble. That was Max's job. Some of the stories were even written during dates with Lorraine.
Lorraine was the one that would always be asking to read his stories. She had seen him pouring over his notebook all the time. Especially on their date last night:
"Goldie sure is taking his time," Lorraine said, noticing that their bus boy hadn't taken their order yet.
"I think he's preparing his future slogan in the meat locker again," George said as he took out his notebook. He opened its familiar lined pages and took out his pencil from the spiral. Once he put the pencil to the paper, the words flowed out and the world around him disappeared. He was with Max McFly, leading an architectural dig on Planet Zuka.
"George the food's here," Lorraine's voice said. George looked up and blinked a little. He must have gotten lost in the story… again.
He smiled sheepishly at his girl and pushed the notebook aside and picked up his food. On his third bite of cheeseburger, he noticed that Lorraine was reaching for his notebook.
"Lorraine!" George said a little too loud. She flinched a little and the people sitting in booths next to them looked back.
George cringed with embarrassment at the memory. He shouldn't of shouted like that, not to her. She didn't do anything wrong. She was just curious. He probably embarrassed her too and probably insulted her. They were going steady and had a sharing relationship. Maybe he should let her see his notebook.
What if she calls me a freak. George didn't like the idea of that. Lorraine really liked him but what if his writings turned her off. Again with the what ifs…
"That's it," George said aloud. "I've got to get over this demon. Tommorrow I'm showing her my stories."
"George who are you talking too?" His mother asked from the hallway.
"No one mother!"