Marty still could remember the day he fell in love. It was when he first met his now best friend, doctor Emmett brown. He was 11 back then and his mother wanted to introduce him to a- as she told him- family friend she knew for a long time. That's when he first met him.

Back then he was still a shy and little boy, but he talked with doc about everything, like if he knew him since forever. They were always speaking about doc's experiments, laughing, watching movies together. Six years. Six years have passed by since they got to know eachother. Six Times they were spending Christmas, Summer, damn, almost every single day together. Marty tried to make their bond stronger by spending so much time with doc he could, ignoring his homework and friends almost completly and showing his interest in each invention doc made. He wanted to tell him what felt, he really did. But he was to afraid that he would be disgusted by it and wouldn't want to see him anymore. Destroying their friendship would be the worst thing that could possibly happen. And Marty really didn't want this to happen. So he decided the best thing to do, is to hide his feelings inside of him . He was wrong.

it's been two days, since Clara appeared in his and doc's life. But mostly in doc's. A beautiful brown haired woman from 1885. The year, Marty and doc were now stuck in. Marty thought she just wanted to make friends with the both of them, but when she saw her and doc kiss, his heart broke. He realised, it was too late now, to tell doc he loved him. How could he be so stupid? He was just waiting for doc to realise it himself, and wasted so many years by doing so. He was sitting now here, alone in front of the campfire looking at the people dancing together. At Clara and doc dancing together, enjoying this beautiful july night and, what was making Marty jelaous and angry, enjoying eachothers company. Marty tried to hold back his tears, while watching them dance. Claras head was put on doc's shoulder and they were moving in the rhythm of the romantic music in the background until doc noticed Marty sitting there all by himself. He excused himself, making Clara smile and kiss him on the cheek, and went to Marty.

-Marty? Why aren't you dancing with somebody? There are many nice girls there. He asked softly pointing at some girls dancing together in the middle.

-I-i don't feel good that's all, Marty lied swallowing back his tears. He felt so hurt.

-Do you want me to take you to a nurse, Marty? Doc asked a little worried, now holding Marty by the shoulders, to look him in the eyes. His eyes narrowed, when he noticed a single teardrop in the corner of Martys eye.

-Marty...are you crying...? Marty had enough. He suddenly stood up, breaking free from doc's grasp on his shoulders.

- No i'm not! , leave me the fuck alone!, he screamed. Then he turned away from doc, and began to run towards their rented house, tears running down his cheek.

-Marty, wait! Doc screamed, but Marty just ignored him not turning back tears blurring his sight. Doc wanted to run after him, only to be stopped by Clara.

-Don't worry Emmett, he'll be fine. You know how teenagers are. I think he just neesds a little alone time, that's all. She smiled at him taking his hand, to take him back to dance with her. Doc sighted.

-...Maybe you're right Clara. I'll talk to him later. And they were dancing again, while Marty was crying his heart out, lying on the floor in their rented house.