October 27, 2015
7:20 PM PDT

Brent Francis Maxwell sighed, as he reached for a handful of popcorn. Quite frankly, he was less than impressed with Jaws 19. Indeed, he sure found the film to "lack the bite" of the previous installments - to quote a film critic. In fact, he really found Jaws 13: The Unlucky Incident to be the last film of the series to actually enthrall him.

He glanced at his girlfriend, Melinda Kirby - who quite seemed to show more interest in the film. She really was beautiful, along with being so sweet and gentle. There was no other girl that he would prefer. He and Melinda were dating for nearly a year, now.

How come he could not stop thinking about Lydia McClure, then? After all, he only saw her for about a minute or two. The name seemed to be very unfamiliar to him. Yet, for some reason, he simply could not shake off the feeling that he had seen her before.

He shook his head, as he took a gulp of Pepsi Perfect. What exactly was it about the mysterious girl that he met at Courthouse Mall? After all, it really was not as if he felt romantically attracted to her. The feeling that he had for her was not quite the same feeling that he had for Melinda. The feeling happened to be of a more platonic sort.

He smiled, as he simply placed his arm around Melinda's shoulders. Even if he really did find the movie to be mediocre, he rather enjoyed spending time with his girlfriend. The snack food was also delicious, even if it was very expensive. As such, it really was not a complete waste of time. Melinda could make just about any situation more bearable.

Therefore, he felt very secure in his relationship to Melinda - and he felt very secure in the knowledge that his feelings surrounding Lydia were entirely unrelated. Still, he really felt guilty over the fact that he just could not stop thinking about another girl.

"How are you doing, Brent?" Melinda whispered, softly. "Are you enjoying the movie? It's not as good as some of the earlier films, but I still find it to be very entertaining."

"The holographic effects are fairly decent," Brent whispered back, "but I still think that they should've stopped at Jaws 13: The Unlucky Incident. Overall, I really do find Max Spielberg to be a fine producer - but I don't quite care for what he's done with Jaws."

"Yeah, Jaws 13 is a major classic," Melinda agreed, nodding. "That said, I prefer Jaws 12 - which was even the first film to be played at the Holomax Theatre. Gee, it's been almost ten years ago. I still remember how excited everyone was about the event."

"We were just nine, back then," Brent pointed out, dreamily. "I still remember the day that Uncle Marty simply took me - along with Marlene, Marty Jr, and Harmony - to see the film. It was a rather fun day for us. He then took us out for ice cream, afterword. We had so many good times, back then. Come to think of it, I kinda miss those days."

"We still have good times, now!" Melinda protested, fairly loudly. As some of the other attendees turned to glare at her, she lowered her voice. "Although, I guess you really do miss the carefree days of youth. Still, being an adult does also have its privileges."

"You're quite right, Mel," Brent replied, softly. "You and I are together, for one. We're about to move into our own apartment - which Mom does quite tend to get sad about. I guess it's very hard for her to accept that... that I'm simply no longer her little boy."

"My mom is acting the same way," Melinda replied, nodding. "I guess it is a tough thing for mothers to, uh, cope with. At any rate, we'd better get back to watching the film."

Brent nodded, as he gave Melinda's shoulder a squeeze. He then turned his attention towards the front, as he simply tried to focus on the movie. However, not only did he feel bored with the film - but he could not stop wondering who Lydia McClure was.

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David Arthur McFly stretched, as he glanced around Hill Valley Park. He was beginning to feel bored. Unlike his younger siblings, he was quite uninterested in the playground equipment. After all, that was children stuff. He simply had more important matters to be concerned about, such as figuring out what businesses he could invest stock into.

After all, being in the future meant that he would be able to find out what businesses are destined to become successful. He really hoped that he could spend some time at the library. He would be able to do some stock hunting through the business books.

Dave sighed, as he glanced at the sky. It was starting to get dark out, and the air felt a little chilly. He hoped that his adoptive father's appointment would be over, soon. In fact, he began to muse over how he would really be able to benefit from some of the medical advances of the future. Why was his family just wasting time at the park?

He swallowed, as he began to walk over to where his mother sat. She was relaxing in one of the automatic swings, as she gazed up towards the sky. It was rather evident that she was looking at the stars. Did he even dare to interrupt his mother's reverie?

"Oh, hello, Dave," Lorraine greeted, as she noticed her son grabbing the neighbouring swing. "Isn't this a gorgeous night? I don't know what happened, but it's quite obvious that pollution is... no longer the issue that it once was. It makes me feel so optimistic."

"Yeah, Mom," Dave replied, nervously. "Say, I was wondering if we... Well, I'm hoping that I could spend some time at the... library. I'm really beginning to feel cold, and... I guess I'm starting to get kind of bored. I just want to be able to, uh, read something."

Lorraine was silent for about a minute, before responding, "Oh, I suppose I don't see the real harm in that. I'll see how the other kids are doing, and... I'm quite concerned about Linda. I just don't understand why she's so upset with me, that she... that she isn't even talking to me. I wish that she could be a little bit more... understanding."

"She's probably just going through one of her moods, Mom," Dave suggested, gently. "I'm quite sure you remember how teenage girls can get. She's still going through that stage of life, where her hormones tend to get... out of whack. She won't stay mad at you, Mom. I'm quite sure of it. I would just give her some time, and let it blow over."

"I do hope you're right, Dave," Lorraine replied, sighing. "I probably was also like that, when I was her age. It's sure been quite a long time, though. At any rate, I suppose I could just drop you off at the library. Linda and Marty may also like to go somewhere - and, as for the three little ones, I could probably take them to the Holomax Theatre."

"Well, are you sure that Jaws is really appropriate for them?" Dave asked, concerned. "After all, Jaws is a pretty scary series. I would certainly hate for the little ones to get nightmares. Also, it's so hard to believe that the series actually has... nineteen films."

"I guess the series just happens to be popular," Lorraine replied, softly. "You really do make a good point, but... Well, they all told me that they really wanted to see the film - and witness the holographic affects. I was rather leery, too - but... What the hell?"

"As long as you're sure of that, Mom," Dave replied, shrugging. "Y'know, Mom, even if I do still miss Dad - I also feel that Pop is... very awesome. I always knew that he was a genius, but the fact that he invented a... time machine. It's so incredibly awesome!"

"I'm so glad that you've managed to warm up to him," Lorraine commented, softly. "It sure was hard for you to accept me marrying him. After all, you simply hated the idea of me marrying someone else, and you quite felt it to be a dishonour to your father. I understand how hard it was for you, and I just should've been more... sympathetic."

"I think I'm the one who should've been more understanding," Dave replied, nodding. "After all, I rather should've realized that you missed Dad every bit as much as I did - but that you... needed someone to be in your life. I guess I was being quite selfish."

"Maybe a little bit," Lorraine replied, gently. "But you were just a kid, and you still felt quite grieved over your father's death. It probably also didn't help matters much that I insisted on you changing your name, which you had strong feelings against doing."

"Yeah, I'm sure glad that it didn't come to pass," Dave replied, in a near whisper. "Had that happened, I think I never really would've gotten over it. I might've grown to be very resentful of Pop. I also would've changed my name back, as soon as possible. It's a good thing that Pop managed to convince you to, uh, reconsider your stance."

"I guess really I was being stubborn," Lorraine commented, shaking her head. "I was so intent of us all having the same name - as I felt that we wouldn't seem as much of a family, otherwise. Looking back, though, I now realize just how silly that sounds."

"Yeah, a name doesn't make a family," Dave replied, in a near whisper. "In fact, there are women who really opt not to take their husband's names. Such as Sabrina Palmer, for example - when he married Brad Wilkins. Plus, I really owe it to Dad to carry on his family name. Also, aesthetically speaking, I really happen to prefer the 'McFly' name."

"I guess I never felt that strongly about my name," Lorraine replied, quietly. "When I married your dad, it was no big deal for me to lose my maiden name. It was the same instance, when I got remarried. For me, it was simply something that was done. That might've been why I wasn't as understanding of how you felt. It sure never occurred to me that one could be attached to a name. Still, I shouldn't've been so stubborn."

"Well, that's all in the past," Dave replied, softly. Upon realizing that they were in the future, he added, "Way in the past. Anyway, I've quite grown to love Pop - and he simply does make a fine father, even if he isn't quite... Dad. Well, Mom, why don't we go get the kids - and get out of here? I am rather anxious to head to the library."

Lorraine nodded, as the two of them stepped off the swings. Dave felt quite nervous, as he had a feeling that his parents simply would not approve of his true purpose for wanting to head to the library. Still, he was capable of making his own decisions.