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1955—Brown Mansion
Lorraine clutched her books to her chest and strode determinedly up Dr. Brown's absurdly long driveway. Her objective was thirty feet away, ambling slowly along. Lorraine's stomach did a flip-flop and she bit her lip with anticipation. Nothing could get in her way now. Not her mother, not her friends, not George McFly, and certainly not that Amelia girl. She was going to get Marty to ask her to the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance if it killed her.
Marty and Amelia were almost to the front door and Lorraine increased her speed. She trotted the last few feet to the porch and stopped just before climbing the first step.
"Marty?" She called.
Lorraine watched as both Marty and Amelia froze, backs to her. Then, very slowly, Marty turned around. Lorraine flashed her most becoming smile.
"Lorraine, how did you know I was here?" Marty said, surprised.
"I…I followed you," Lorraine stuttered. She blushed and looked at the ground briefly before offering him another winning smile. "Marty, could I talk to you a second…alone?"
"Well, er…sure, Lorraine," he said.
Amelia's head turned quickly and Marty shrugged in response. Lorraine felt a stab of irritation. It was none of Amelia's business what she had to say to him. She glared at the back of Amelia's head until it disappeared through the front door.
"What's up?" Marty asked as soon as the door had latched shut.
Lorraine grinned and skipped up the porch steps so that she was level with him. It was now or never.
"Marty," Lorraine began, inching a little closer, "this might seem a little straightforward, but I was hoping you'd ask me to the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance this Saturday. That is, if you're not already going with…um…what's her name…?"
"Amelia," Marty finished.
"That's it! You're not taking Amelia, are you?"
"Well…no," Marty said, frowning, "you mean to tell me nobodies asked you yet?"
Lorraine shook her head and took another step towards him, "No."
"What about George?" Marty asked, backing away a little. Lorraine didn't notice.
"George McFly?" Lorraine asked. She considered it for a second. "Well, he's kinda cute and all, but I think a man should be strong, so he can stand up for himself and protect the woman he loves. Don't you?"
"Well, I…er…yeah," Marty stammered. Lorraine took yet another step so that they were inches apart.
"And if you're not going with Amelia," she said, lowering her voice in an attempt to make it seductive, "why not ask me? I'm not hideous am I?"
"Well…um…you're…nah," Marty was floundering like a fish out of water. There was sweat starting to form on his forehead.
"Well then are you gonna ask me or not?" she pressed.
Marty fidgeted uncomfortably and Lorraine smirked, pleased with the apparent affect she was having on him. He cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair several times. Lorraine waited patiently. Finally, he sighed.
"Yeah sure, Lorraine, I'll take you."
"Gee thanks, Marty!" she beamed. "You can pick me up around seven, ok? You remember where I live, right?"
"Yeah, I got it," Marty muttered.
Lorraine didn't notice his lack of enthusiasm; she was too busy bubbling with her own excitement.
"I'm so happy you asked me, Marty!" she gushed, "Saturday is going to be the best night ever!"
Lorraine giggled, tripped lightly down the stairs, and all but sprinted to the sidewalk. She turned before she reached Emmett's mailbox and waved and animated goodbye. Marty waved back.
She's nuts, he thought.
