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'Do you people know what day it is, today?' Doc asked, cheerfully.
'Oh, Doc, how could we ever forget?' Marty asked, laughing. 'This is the day that the lightening had struck the clock tower. I'm sure just about everyone in Hill Valley knows that - but, of course, this day is even more important to us. It's amazing that even Biff from 2015 had chosen that day to give the almanac to his younger self.'
'Well, yeah, how can anyone forget?' Jennifer put in. 'You know, with the members of the Hill Valley Preservation Society pressuring us to save the clock tower, and all that.'
'Well, I thought it was rather rude for that lady to interrupt us, while we were kissing,' Marty said, rolling his eyes. 'I mean, it's one thing to believe in a cause - but it's another thing entirely to be rude about it. I mean, she was shaking the can in our faces.'
'Yeah, and then my dad had to pull up and stop us,' Jennifer added, shaking her head.
'It's amazing how things were so much the same the night before Doc showed me his time machine,' said Marty, with amazement. 'Even our band was rejected in this timeline. Of course, in this timeline, we didn't have the conversation about me telling my mom that I was camping with the guys, about how my mom would lecture me about how she never chased boys when she was a kid, and about how I thought that my mom was born a nun.'
'Nope, none of that rings a bell with me,' said Jennifer, smiling.
'It does seem weird to think that I'm the only one to remember events from the old timeline,' pondered Marty. 'Well, I am starting to get used to having two sets of memories. Sometimes it's even fun to compare how much has stayed the same, and how much has changed. Like, for instance, I did accidentally set fire to the living room rug when I was eight, in this timeline - and my parents did go easy on me. They must have remembered what I told them back in 1955. I also remember remember hearing my parents talking about Calvin Klein, and how he stayed for a week, and then disappeared without trace. I remember wondering if that was the same Calvin Klein as the fashion designer of the underwear that I wore.'
'How about the day that we met?' asked Doc. 'Has that changed much?'
'Nope!' said Marty, smiling. 'You rescued me from Cliff Tannen and his thugs, and I've taken an immediate liking to you. The only really major change that really took place, was that my parents were more accepting of my relationship with you. Perhaps it's because my mom briefly met you in 1955, and knew you as Calvin Klein's uncle. In the old timeline, my parents were a little more leary of me spending time with you, until they found that you were helping me with science.'
'So, Doc, how are the wedding preparations getting along?' asked Jennifer. 'Any other plans that we need to make?'
'No, not that I can think off off-hand,' replied Doc. 'I think it's about time to start sending out invitations, and making reservations for the reception.'
'So what church is the wedding going to be held at?' asked Marty.
'Well, since moving here, Clara and I have decided to start attending the Holy Shepherd Presbyterian Church, as we find that that church jives best with our beliefs. So we've already made arrangement with the minister of that church to hold our wedding. So that's out the way. We just need to plan where to have our reception.'
'At the city hall, perhaps?' suggested Marty. 'I apologize for my lack of originality, but that's the best option that I can think of. Do you plan to have a DJ or a band at the reception?'
'I think it's cheaper just to get a DJ,' said Doc. 'Clara is started to like the music of this era. She's been listening to the radio, a lot.'
'Do you think it's possible to have The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and The News played at the wedding?' asked Marty. 'I mean, that's my favourite song by my favourite band - and it is a song about love.'
'Do you mean at the reception?' asked Doc. 'Sure, I guess we could arrange that. You really love that song a lot, don't you?'
'You bet, Doc,' replied Marty. 'That song has a very special meaning to me.'
'Oh, it does, eh?' Doc asked, teasingly. 'Any other song requests?'
'Well, how about some music by Led Zeppelin?' Marty suggested. 'Maybe The Rain Song and Over the Hills and Far Away would be some nice romantic songs. They're kind of on the mellow side.'
'If you want to go real mellow,' suggested Jennifer, 'go with Bridge Over Troubled water by Simon and Garfunkel. That song always makes Marty cry.'
'Jennifer!' Marty protested, blushing. 'You are embarrassing me!'
'But, why?' Jennifer teased. 'You look so cute when you cry - and, besides, it is such a touching song. You wouldn't be human if that song didn't make you cry.'
'Stop it, Jennifer!' Marty protested, blushing.
'But why?' Jennifer teased. Before Marty could reply, Jennifer put her lips over Marty's, and started kissing him - while holding Marty tightly in her arms.
'Oh, you kids!' Doc chiding, smilings. 'I swear, sometimes you kids are too much for me.'
Then Jennifer started to tickle Marty's sides.
'Stop it! Stop it!' protested Marty, laughing. 'That tickles!'
'Good!' Jennifer said, smiling. Then Jennifer started tickling Marty all over the place, causing Marty to laugh helpless. Then, turning to Doc, Jennifer said, 'Hey, Doc, help me remove his socks and shoes, so that we can tickle the soles of his feet.'
'Don't you dare!' protested Marty, laughing. 'I really, really mean it! Don't you dare!'
'Okay, then,' Jennifer said, with resignition. 'Maybe another time, then.'
'Nope, I don't think so!' protested Marty.
Then Jennifer finally stopped tickling Marty, and let Marty catch his breath.
'Oh, Jennifer, sometimes you are too much for me,' Marty said, breathing heavily. 'But I still love you with all of my heart.'
'Hey, what about me?' Doc protested.
'I think you know the answer to that one,' Marty said, smiling.
'Hey, Jennifer, you just gave me an idea,' Doc said, smiling.
'What is it?' asked Jennifer.
'I think I should go tickle Clara,' Doc said, smiling. 'I wonder if she'd like it.'
'I'm sure she would,' Jennifer said, smiling. 'Just like Marty likes to be tickled.'
'Um, actually, I.' Marty started to say, but then decided against it. Truth to be told, Marty did enjoy being tickled - even though he dreaded the idea of being tickled on the soles of his feet. If it ever did come to that, though, Marty still couldn't be too mad at Jennifer. After all. Jennifer was the love of her life - and they were destined to marry, someday.