The Perfect Gift
Chapter 2
AN – All right so apparently I did pretty well in the first chapter, which makes me happy! I'm so glad you guys like it. I was really concerned what you guys thought for some reason because I'm usually not like that. And thanks a BUNCH for not flaming me, I really appreciate it : ) Okay, so I have a few shout outs to those of you that left me such awesome reviews (aka all of you, haha)
LegallyRed: Haha, thankies dearest! Yeah, I loved how I wrote it because I, too, was like, "This is totally what Marty would say". A song about the Under the Sea Enchantment? That'd be interesting….Anyway, thanks for the review, love! You need to update.
Flaming Trails: Oh my God thank you sooo much. This means a lot coming from you because I, seriously, think you're one of the best writers I know. I had a lot of fun writing the first chapter and how the band got their start. Yeah, I agree with you about pretty much EVERYTHING that you suggested for improvement. On the Wild West sentence, I hadn't realized I put too many "wilds" in there, oops. And on the sentence with the Time Train getting to see the light, yeah it was a simple mistake, you knew what I was talking about, haha. Anyway, thanks again so much for the review and I'm glad you like it!
Hot4KidFlash: Thanks for not flaming me. I think we've all had a few flames in our lives, but I don't think anyone should get them, no matter how bad you thought the piece of writing was. A nice, simple critique and suggestions of improvement would do nicely, know what I mean? Yes, I would love to check out some of your stories! I bet they're wonderful : ) Thanks again!
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No that those are out of the way, you can get on to reading chapter two. Reviews equal love :) Thanks!
The boys made it to the coliseum on time, if not just a few minutes late. Both practices went well, nothing went wrong, as they knew it would, except Marty's microphone refused to stay up. Everytime he adjusted it, it'd fall right back down. The microphone was soon replaced, much to Marty's happiness.
The interviews went as planned. The reporter asked Marty if he and Jennifer were thinking about having kids. Marty laughed, thinking about his son that he encountered in 2015, and replied with a simple, "Not yet."
Time passed slowly that day, the band members almost worn out by the time the concert started. They gave it their usual gusto for their screaming fans. No matter how tired Marty got, the energy of the people got his blood pumping and adrenaline raced through his body. He loved the thrill of playing for a crowd, no matter what size. Jennifer and R.J. watched backstage, both with a huge smile. When the Pinheads played their last song and finally exited the stage, Marty took Jennifer by the hand and walked out of the building for their usual alone time. It was a tradition they started during tour number one. After a show, the couple went out to do whatever they wanted.
"Great show." Jennifer complimented as they walked to the tour bus. Marty rolled his eyes.
"You always say that."
"I say it because it's true!" Jennifer said. "What would you rather hear? 'Jeez, that sucked?'"
Marty raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. On occasion," Jennifer gave a small cry of protest and shoved him. "It wouldn't hurt, would it?"
"All right, so from now on I'm going to say that all of the shows were bad, that they were just awful."
Marty frowned. "Well, when you put it like that-"
"Oh, Marty!" she cried, pushing him to the ground. Luckily, the snow broke some of the fall, but he still winced.
"What was that for?" he said. Jennifer casually picked up a handful of snow.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, starting to mold the snow into a ball. Marty eyed her carefully. "I swear, you're so weird, I sometimes wonder why I married you at all."
"Because I'm successful, full of charm, wit and good looks?" he said, secretly packing his own snow behind his back. Jennifer smirked, glanced at her snowball and said,
"Guess again!"
Marty was instantly greeted with compacted ice in his face. He was so startled that he spat some out his mouth and wiped his face with his sleeve, all to the sound of his wife's playful laugh.
That was when he remembered he had ammo.
Without a retort to Jennifer's act of betrayal, Marty launched his own snow, aimed straight for her face. She, unfortunately, didn't notice until it was too late. Her laughing stopped abruptly and she blinked. The two stared at one another until…
"You are so going to pay for that, McFly!" Jennifer shouted. Grabbing as much snow as she could to throw at him. He didn't sit there, helpless. He scrambled up, copied Jennifer and chunked snow at her.
"You throw like a girl!" Marty shouted. Jennifer laughed, now kicking snow at him. Their fight continued for another thirty minutes before they finally fell to the ground, exhausted, each one covered in snow. They linked hands and Marty sighed happily. "I can't remember the last time I did that." he said.
"November 30, 1992, on tour number one." Jennifer said automatically. Marty sat up and looked at her.
"Your birthday? Really?" Jennifer nodded. "Aw crap, now I feel bad."
She laughed. "Don't worry about it. I only just now remembered it."
He unclasped his hand and pulled his knees to his chest. "It was so cold that day. It didn't help that we were in Maine, either."
She smiled. "No kidding. I hope we go back during summer," she, too, sat up. "Or better yet, are you ever going on tour in Europe?"
Marty rolled his eyes. "Who knows. I want to, there are enough fans over there."
"I don't think R.J. realizes it. You should talk to him."
Marty nodded absentmindedly, already way ahead of her. A Europe tour had never been discussed, though the albums had sold like crazy. He'd always meant to talk to R.J. about it, to see what he thought (the rest of the guys were all for it) but it seemed like the manager was always busy with some crisis of the week. After a while, the idea seemed more like a dream than reality, and it slowly faded away. It was things like this that always made Marty crazy for Jennifer. She encouraged him all the time, and pushed to get things done, and believed in him when no one else would. It was her that practically shoved him through the door of the radio station or a club. It was ironic really because a club was where they first met.
The couple finally stood up and started the trek back to the bus.
"Well, if the band goes to Europe or not, I'll take you myself." Marty said.
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious! We'll go on a real tour of the UK and Italy and Ireland and France; instead of Kentucky and Utah," Jennifer laughed. "Hell, we'll have that honeymoon you've always wanted." he smiled. She sighed dramatically and batted her eyelashes.
"Golly gee, Marty do you mean it? That would be swell!" she said in a sickly sweet and unlike Jennifer voice. He rolled his eyes. "Please, you know I've never cared," her voice was now back to normal. She took his hand. "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy."
"I know, and I love you so much. It's just, wouldn't you like a day where people did stuff for you? Don't you want to be pampered and have a relaxing day? I thought girls liked that kind of thing."
She shrugged. "It would be nice, I admit, but it'd feel weird. I've never lived a life like the celebrities."
"Well, you kind of are one. You are married to me." He said cockily. Jennifer scoffed.
"Let me live in something other than that," she pointed to the oversized tour bus that was in sight. "And then we'll talk celebrity." With that, she jogged the rest of the way to get out of the cold.
"Hey, Rick paid good money for that!" Marty called, running after her.
That night, after the rest of the boys came back, they ate leftovers of spaghetti and garlic bread from the night before. After that, each one played an Atari game. They watched TV, called loved ones, and then agreed to go to bed. Brian, the driver, came inside to get directions to the next state from R.J., who promptly left to follow the bus.
As Marty lay in bed attempting to drift off, Jennifer already asleep beside him, he couldn't help but think about a date that was coming closer with each passing day. December 15th would mark his and Jennifer's third wedding anniversary. They got married shortly before going on tour, so they've never had a proper day to themselves on the fifteenth. The most they could provide was a card, and twice before it was always flowers. He really wanted to do something special for her, something that would blow her away and leave her speechless.
But what?
As he thought, he didn't realize that his eyelids drooped further and further until he was finally asleep.
AN: Aww, such a cute romp through the snow. I want to do that with a boy! (ahem) Anyway, what did you think? Leave it in a review! See you all in chapter 3!
DreamlessMermaid