Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
May 14, 2016
1:30 PM PDT
Seventeen year old Marty McFly Jr was eating at the Cafe 80s with his best friend, Harmony Brown. Both were feeling very dejected - as, just last night, news came that some new terrible deadly disease had afflicted a mutual friend of theirs, Andrew Hopkins.
'We'll have to stop by the hospital, when we're done eating,' Marty Jr insisted, with a sigh.
'I can't come with you,' Harmony replied, regretfully. 'Unfortunately, I have a dentist appointment to go to. I really would like to be able to say good bye to Andy one more time. Well, anyway, please let Andy know that I will really miss him - and that I regret the fact that I will not be able to be see him, until it's probably too late.'
'Yeah, sadly, people tend to die within less then 24 hours after being afflicted with this terrible disease,' Marty Jr said, blinking back tears. 'Oh, Harmony, this isn't fair. He's still so young. It's so cruel that his life should be taken away from him so soon.'
'Hey, Marty, I have an idea,' Harmony said, with sudden realization. 'We have a time machine! We can go back in time to prevent Andy from dying. How does that sound?'
'Well, Harmony, it does sound very tempting,' Marty Jr said, sighing. 'However, remember how your grandpa told us that we are not to use the time machine, under any circumstances, without asking for permission. I know, this is hardly a normal circumstance, but...'
'We can ask Grandpa, when I return from the dentist,' suggested Harmony. 'I hope he understands our situation. Besides, it's not like your dad didn't use the time machine to save Grandpa's life a few times.'
'That is true, Harmony,' Marty Jr said, quietly. 'I'm sure he'll understand how we feel. Maybe we can have Dad back us up on this, too. Dad would understand.'
'Yeah, we shouldn't have too much difficulty with convincing your dad,' Harmony said, nodding. 'It will be a bit harder to convince Grandpa, though - and he's the one who created the time machine.'
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An hour later, Marty Jr sat by Andy's bedside - as he helplessly watched his best friend dying. Marty Jr struggled with all of his might, to keep from crying.
'Of course, Marty, you may have my amplifier,' Andy was saying. 'You may also have my entire CD collection.'
'Oh, Andy,' Marty Jr breathed, 'I will miss you terribly. I really wish there was hope for you to stay alive. It's so sad to see you go. My life will feel so empty without you.'
'Just believe, Marty,' Andy said, softly. 'As soon as I enter heaven, I will be looking after you. You have to trust that I will always be there.'
'That won't be quite the same thing,' insisted Marty Jr. 'Now we'll need to find someone new to play the rhythm guitar for us. I will miss hoverboarding with you, and hanging out with you at Cafe 80s. I'll miss being able to call you on the phone, and talk to you.'
Marty Jr then began to cry. Andy reached out to dab at a tear that rolled down Marty Jr's face.
'I understand how much you'll miss me,' Andy said, softly. 'However, you must not give up on life. The time has come for me to be home with the Lord. However, life will still go on for you and everyone else left alive. Please try to be happy for me. I'll soon be in heaven, where there will be no more pain or suffering.'
Marty Jr tried to understand his friend's view of his impending death. He knew he was being a bit selfish, and thinking just of himself. Still, he couldn't help how he felt. He wasn't ready to let his friend go. Andy was too young to die, for crying out loud. He hasn't even graduated from high school, yet.
Andy reached out to hug Marty Jr. Marty Jr had returned the hug, and he didn't want to let go.
'I love you, Andy,' Marty Jr whispered, choking back tears.
'I love you, too, Marty,' Andy whispered.
Then Andy went limp in Marty Jr's arms. Marty Jr was stunned, as he gently laid the now corpse of his best friend back onto his bed. Marty Jr then sat on the floor, as he drew his knees up to his chest, folded his arms onto his knees, and buried his face into his arms and began to cry hysterically.
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As Harmony's dentist appointment had ended, she kept blinking back tears. She kept thinking that Andy may have died, now - and that it was too late to save her friend. Her father, Jules, had put his arms around her and gave her a tight squeeze.
'Thinking about Andy Hopkins, sweetheart?' Jules asked, softly.
'Oh, Daddy, why couldn't we have postponed the appointment?' Harmony asked, with grief. 'It might be too late too say good bye. This epidemic is so terrible. I hope they find a cure, soon - but it will be too late for Andy.'
'I understand, sweetie,' Jules said, gently, as he gave his daughter a tight squeeze. 'It's just that I believe it's very important to keep appointments that you make. I'm sorry, dear.'
As soon as Harmony returned home, she would have to call the hospital to see if Andy was still living. She hoped desperately to have a chance to say good bye to him.
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After Marty Jr had left Hill Valley Hospital, he slowly walked over to Hill Valley Park. The sun was shining brightly, and it was a nice warm day outside. However, Marty Jr did not at all feel like smiling. In fact, he felt extremely devastated. After all, he and Andy had been best friends since they were four. They have been friends for most of their lives.
As tears came to Marty Jr's eyes, he could then hear some of those stuffy lo-rez people lecturing him about how it was selfish to mourn for people who had passed away - that it was better to remember their lives with joy, and to be happy that the deceased have now moved onto a better place. Now Marty Jr was a relatively spiritual person. He was very certain of the fact that God exists - and he did also believe in heaven. He also bagan to feel anger towards those people who held the opinion that it was selfish to feel sadness over the loved ones who had passed away.
Screw those people, Marty Jr thought, angrily. How dare those lo-rez scuzzballs pass judgement on people who are grieving? I can't help but feel sad that Andy is gone. He was my best friend, and I will miss him dearly. It's sad to think that I'll never see him again. Those who would dare judge me for grieving over my friend can go nump off. It's not like I'm a robot without emotion, after all. I am a human being, and it hurts to lose people that you are close to.
Marty Jr was so overwhelmed with grief that he was in such great agony. He just couldn't take it anymore. He sat down by one of the trees, drew his knees up to his chest, folded his arms onto his knees - and he buried his face into his arms and collapsed into sobs. Marty Jr wept with all of his heart, as he realized that his best friend was gone forever.