Author's Note: The second in a trilogy of stories accompanying to Clashing of the Musicals! Big thanks to xxZanessaxx for the idea. Please R&R! NO FLAMES. Next segment coming soon!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dedication: To xxZanessaxx. Without her idea, this story wouldn't be possible. Thanks.
1972
Chapter 1: Dating
By musiclover94
"Hey Taylor? Can I ask you something?" asked Troy.
"Yeah. What?" said Taylor, wondering why Troy would be calling her.
"Can I use your time machine?" asked Troy.
"Um, sure…" said Taylor.
"Thanks." said Troy. He drove to (insert fake address here), Taylor's house and got out. He went up and rang the doorbell Taylor answered.
"Hi Troy. It's in the basement," said Taylor, gesturing behind her.
"Thanks." He said and went down the stairs. He saw the time machine as it was left. He went inside it. It was pretty roomy for one person, but kind of squished with six teens in it. Remembering how Taylor used it, he selected YEAR, and pressed 1962 because he wanted to see his "grandparents" again, but him finger slid a little and landed on the 7 key, making the entered year 1972.
"Darn! Where's the Erase button?" he asked himself, mentally cursing the poor design. He felt a jolt as the machine started working.
"Please let me land somewhere normal…" Troy prayed to himself.
The machine stopped by a restaurant. It was December and Troy was wearing only a T-shirt and jeans. He naturally went inside and was met with a horrific site: His parents. While they were dating. In the 70s.
He surprisingly recognized them right away. Their faces weren't different. It was their hair and clothes that were different. Drastically.
Hi dad had a small afro, thick, brown glasses and a moustache and was wearing an ill-fitting tan suit.
Well, it could be a lot worse, he thought. He looked over at his mom. She had straight, sort of frizzy hair and was wearing a beaded chocker around her neck. And white knee-high boots, a white mini-skirt with pockets, and a different-colored striped shirt. Ugh.
His parents started, well, making out. Troy was about to pass out and decided to get out of the restaurant. He was somewhat like a ghost now, and thankfully no one noticed him leave.
"Well, now I'm scarred for life." he said. He had already plenty and decided to go back to the future. He got inside and punched in 2008, being careful to not type in another number. It started to work and Troy was whisked back to Taylor's basement. As was last time, no time had passed. He walked up the stairs, thanked Taylor, and went home.
When he got in his house, who would meet him at the door but the people he didn't want to see at the moment: his parents.
"Hi honey! How was school?" asked his mom.
"It was great. I'm going to do my homework now," he said, trying to get away as fast as possible.
"Ok. Dinner's at seven!" she called up.
He went up to his room and closed his eyes, trying to forget everything he had seen.
Author's Note: Sort of a bad ending, I know. Please review! The third segment is coming soon. And thanks again to xxZanessaxx!
