Authors Note: I do not profess to owning any of the characters in the Back to the Future Franchise
My thinking in writing this was that after the Almanac was destroyed and Marty never got into the accident, the future would be vastly changed, therefore my depictions of Marlene, Marty Jr, Jules and Verne are slightly different to their movie counterparts who I don't believe would exist if Marty hadn't got into the accident. Also whilst Jules and Verne were shown as 6-10 year olds in the early nineties when the animated series was set (before Marlene and Marty Jr were even born), a head cannon of mine is that Doc and Clara wanted them to go to high school with the Mcfly kids, thus Marty Jr is the youngest at 15, Verne is a sophomore and 16, Marlene is a junior and 17 and Jules is 18 and a senior.
New Year's Eve, 2014, Mcfly House, Hill Valley. Marlene's walls were a mad collage of fashion cut-outs, inside jokes and photograph memories. Sitting in her room was like being surrounded by a scrapbook. Verne and Marl lay on the floor, side by side, joining up the dots in the glow-in-the-dark constellations on her ceiling. They were almost completely silent, every once in a while speaking their thoughts aloud. The iPod had long since stopped singing and the sun was beginning to set.
Marl liked being friends with a boy with none of the typical sexual tension. Verne liked being friends with a girl who didn't expect anything more. They trusted each other implicitly. Verne knew how she preferred hot chocolate to coffee, he knew every intricate detail of any minor character in the novel she had been working on, his thumb had traced the skinny scars on her wrists and thighs. Marlene knew to protect him from all spiders in a 5 mile radius, she had helped him to revise for his Spanish exams last semester, she had held him tight as he had sobbed to stop him from coming apart at the seams. Their friendship functioned on the mutual understanding that they were imperfect individuals living in an imperfect world; they were two people searching for their own peace of mind and didn't hold the other responsible with creating joy for them. On some occasions they sunk into the bitter cynicism that surrounded them but on days like today they preferred to float in a realm of more whimsical pursuits. It was a friendship that didn't need to be fuelled by endless chatter; sometimes they simply needed the other's company and the time to appreciate an artificial night sky.
"You finished with Catcher in the Rye yet?"
"I leant it to Jules."
"Oh. Tell him to look out for the red cap motif."
"Will do."
And then they eased back into their respective trains of thought, all the while breathing in a perfect synchronisation.