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'Well, we did it, boys!' shouted Doc. 'Here we are! Home sweet home!'
'Wow! That sure has been one hell of a trip!' exclaimed Calvin.
'Look, Doc, say, no offence,' stammered Marty, 'but could we take a little break from time travelling? I mean, don't get me wrong, I would love to go on some more time travel trips in the future, but I would just like some time to settle into my new life - and become reacquainted with my twin.'
'Oh, sure, you can,' replied Doc. 'I could go for a little break myself.'
Then the trio stepped into Doc's garage. Doc looked around, and he saw the mess that was created by the exlosion of the amplifier.
'What the hell happened here?' gasped Doc. 'Marty, I thought I told you not to hook up to the amplifier - that there might be a slight possibility of overload!'
'Yeah, I know you told me that,' Marty said, blinking back tears, 'and I'm sorry. But I already hooked up to the amplifier before you called me.'
'It's okay, Marty,' said Doc, gently placing his hand on Marty's shoulder. 'I guess I should have warned you earlier.'
'Yeah, and you also forgot to turn off your equipment,' Marty reminded Doc. Marty looked at the bowl of dog food, and he started gagging.
'Sorry about that, Marty,' Doc said, gently. 'I'm only human, too. I'm sorry for getting a little careless. I suppose we should clean up this mess, now.'
'I am not touching the dog food,' Marty insisted.
'It's okay,' said Doc. 'I'll take care of that.'
'So, anyway,' said Marty, sighing, 'will I always have two sets of memories - or will my memories of my old life eventually go away?'
'I think you'll always have two sets of memories,' Doc replied. 'After all, your new life is dependant on you travelling back to 1955.'
'Oh, yeah, that's good, I think,' stammered Marty. 'In a way, I don't want to lose my memories of my old life.'
'Right, I understand,' said Doc, tenderly touching Marty's shoulder. 'You know, now that I've finally created the time machine, and have had a taste of time travel - I might spend some time taking a break, and devote myself to studying the other great mystery of the universe, women.'
'Well, good luck with that, Doc,' Marty said, embracing Doc. 'I hope you do find some love someday.'
'Well, that would be nice,' replied Doc, 'but even if I don't, that's not the end of the world. I mean, I still have you and Calvin - and Einstein.'
Marty and Calvin smiled warmly at Doc - Doc smiled back.
'Well, boys, I have some business to attend to,' said Doc. 'I'll see you guys in a few hours.'
'Thanks, Doc,' said Marty, hugging Doc.
Then Calvin also hugged Doc, and said, 'It's been nice travelling around some - but, like Marty, I would also like a little break.'
Then, after Doc left, Marty and Calvin headed back into their home.
oooooooooo
'Feeling all better, now, Marty,' asked Lorraine, as she ran to hug her son. 'I've been so worried about you the other day!'
'Thanks, Mom,' replied Marty, his eyes filling with tears. He realized that, in this old life, his mom rarely ever embraced him. Now, in this new life, his mom was real affectionate. His mom smelled great, too.
'Oh, Marty,' breathed Lorraine, 'are those tears in your eyes? What's wrong?'
'Oh, it's just that I, uh, I had a bad dream last night,' stammered Marty, wiping at his eyes and swallowing hard.
'Oh, would you like to talk about it honey?' as Lorraine, tenderly placing a shoulder on Marty's shoulder.
'Uh, no, not right now,' Marty stammered, as he pulled himself away from his mother's touch. Sympathy always made him cry, and he didn't want to cry right now. 'Calvin and I were, uh, just going to go to my room and chat for awhile.'
'Oh, okay,' replied Lorraine. 'Just know that I'm here for you, if you ever need to discuss anything.'
'Thanks, Mom,' replied Marty, swallowing hard. 'You really are the best!'
'Thanks, sweetie!' called out Lorraine, as Marty and Calvin headed upstairs to Marty's room.
'Mom really is affectionate, isn't she?' Marty asked Calvin. 'I felt bad about brushing her off like that - but I, uh, well, I just didn't want to cry.'
'Aw, Marty,' said Calvin, 'You always were such the sensitive type.'
'Oh, and you're not?' asked Marty, teasingly. 'Hey, you cried for a whole week - when your pet chameleon passed away four months ago.'
'Oh, gee, Marty, you remember that?' asked Calvin blushing. 'Anyway, that was supposed to be a compliment. I can see why Jennifer really loves you. I hope to find someone like Jennifer, someday.'
'Well, thanks, bud,' replied Marty, smiling. 'Trust me, one day you'll find your special someone, too.'
'Are you sure about that?' Calvin asked, doubtfully.
'Of course, I'm sure!' exclaimed Marty, playfully slugging his brother.
Calvin slugged Marty back. Marty then threw a pillow at Calvin, laughingly shouting, 'Pillow fight!'
'I'll get you for that!' exclaimed Calvin, laughingly - as he threw another pillow at Marty.
The pillow fight lasted for about ten minutes, before Marty and Calvin collapsed to the floor, laughing. Calvin then reached over to Marty, to tickle his sides.
'Hey, that tickles!' protested Marty, laughingly - as he tried to retaliate by tickling Calvin in the ribs.
The tickle fight lasted about five minutes. Calvin had manage to overpower Marty for a minute or two, before he finally relented.
'Well, I guess that's enough for now,' said Calvin, sighing. 'Let's go play Nintendo for awhile, shall we?'
'Sure! Let's play Duck Hunt!' said Marty.
'I'd rather play Super Mario Brothers,' replied Calvin, 'but I'll let you play Duck Hunt, first.'
'Thanks, buddy!' called Marty, giving his twin a friendly back slap.
Calvin smiled at Marty. Marty smiled back.
'Let's put some music on the stereo, shall we, bud?' asked Calvin. 'Huey Lewis and The News?'
'Actually, right now, I'd rather listen to Led Zeppelin,' replied Marty.
'Well, okay,' said Calvin, with a smile, 'Zeppelin's always good.'
'That Jimmy Page sure has a lot of talent, doesn't he?' commented Marty. 'I hope to one day be able to play the double-neck guitar, like Jimmy.'
'Oh, I'm sure you will, buddy,' said Calvin, encouragingly. 'After all, music is your forte.'
'Thanks, buddy,' replied Marty. 'Hey, that reminds me! I'd better go send in my audition tape to the record company.'
'Yeah, you should,' agreed Calvin. 'I hope you get discovered, someday.'
'Thanks so much for the encouragement,' replied Marty.
oooooooooo
A few hours later, Marty and Calvin were taking a cruise, when Douglas Needles and his gang drove up next to them, with their radio blasting loudly. It was playing The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and The News.
Why does this asshole have to have the same taste in music as me? Marty groused.
'Hey! The big M,' called out Needles. 'How's it hanging, McFly?'
'Hey, Needles,' Marty replied, in a friendly voice. Marty believed in being nice to everyone, even if they were punks like Needles.
'Nice set of wheels,' Needles commented. 'Let's see what she can do... next green light.'
'No, thanks!' replied Marty.
'What's the matter?' asked Needles. 'Chicken?'
'McFly!' laughed the rest of Needle's gang.
'Marty, don't!' pleaded Calvin.
Marty pulled onto a lever, and told Calvin, 'Grab a hold of something!'
Needles and his gang cheered, as it looked like they were going to race Marty and his twin.
'Come on!' shouted one of the gang members.
'Get on! Yeah, go!' called Needles.
Marty and Needles kept revving up their engines. When the light turned green, the trucks sped off - but only Needles went forward. Marty's went backward and spun around.
'Argh!' groaned Calvin. Then after he paused, he added, 'Did you do that on purpose?'
'Yeah,' replied Marty. 'You think I was stupid enough to race that asshole?'
Marty and Calvin watched Needles speed ahead. A Rolls Royce pulled out of the next junction, and Needles only just avoided crashing into it.
'Geez!' moaned Marty. 'I would've hit that Rolls Royce.'
Just then, Calvin remembered everything that their mother said in 2015, when Calvin was posing as his son.
'Hey, Marty!' exclaimed Calvin. 'I think we've just altered future history.'
'Yes!' shouted Marty, high-fiving Calvin.
oooooooooo
Later on, Marty and Calvin went over to Doc's garage, and they told him about what had happened.
Doc then said, 'Your future hasn't been written, yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one. Both of ya!'
'We will, Doc,' said Marty, smiling.
'Same here,' agreed Calvin, also smiling.
'Just wondering, Doc,' asked Marty. 'If no one's future has been written, yet - then why were so you concerned about what happened to our kids in the future?'
'I was rather inexperienced at that point,' Doc admitted. 'I did take another trip to the future, and your futures looks a lot brighter, now.'
'Did I become a rich rock star?' asked Marty.
''Now, Marty,' chided Doc. 'No one should know too much about their own destiny.'
'But I thought you said the future wasn't written yet,' protested Marty.
'It isn't,' replied Doc. 'Our future is affected by the choices that we make in our life. However, we cannot live by what might happen in the future. We must live for today, plan for the future, and learn from the past.'
'Yeah, okay, I guess that makes sense, Doc,' replied Marty.
'I understand, totally,' Calvin added.
'So you still going to dedicate your life to the other great mystery of the universe?' Marty asked, teasingly.
'Well, maybe,' replied Doc, smiling.
To Be Continued...