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'So, Marty, why do you let Griff and his gang push you around?' Jennifer asked, concerned. She then chucked and added, 'Oh, gee, listen to me talk. I'm only 17 years old, and I'm already talking like a mother. I guess meeting your future children can really do that to you. Anyway, you have friends, don't you?'
'I guess I just want to be liked by them,' Marty Jr said, sighing. 'I do have a few friends, but the popular kids at school all make fun of me. It hurts to not be accepted.'
'Can I give you a word of advice?' Jennifer asked, gently. 'Apparently, whatever happens in the future has caused my future self to be rather neglectful in my duties as a mother. Anyway, I'm not wanting to pick on you or anything. You're grooming skills really could use some improvement, though. I mean, when was the last time you washed your hair? It looks real greasy and dirty. Also, you do have a bit of a body odour. You really should be taking a bath or a shower daily.'
'That's what everyone always tells me,' Marty Jr said, sighing. 'I guess I don't really care too much about how I look. I mean, looks are overrated.'
Jennifer sighed a little. She couldn't exactly disagree with her future son's last statement. It did seem like the media was always pushing outward beauty onto everyone, which often led to insecurity and eating disorders in teens. That probably hasn't changed much in the future - or, if anything, the pressure may have gotten worse. Still, she had learned that how you take care of your looks can tell people a lot about you.
'You really are a handsome young boy, Marty,' Jennifer said, gently. 'Have you ever heard of Michael J Fox? He was a famous actor in our era. You could look just him, if you took better care of how you look. Honey, you do have a lot of potiential. You really should some pride in your appearances.'
'Yeah, sure, okay,' stammered Marty Jr.
'Honey, you seem so depressed,' Jennifer said, as she gently stroke her son's arm. 'Is it because of our future family? Do our future selves tend to neglect you?'
'It's not quite that,' Marty Jr said, quietly. 'It's just that Dad is always so crabby - and Mom, you, well, you get tranked all the time. I just wish we were a more normal family. I mean, Dad could have become a musician, and he could have had a much happier life. He lets this Needles person push him around, and make his life miserable. I don't know. I really have nothing to live for.'
'Marty, don't say that!' cried of Jennifer.
'Jennifer,' called out a sharp voice behind her, 'what is the meaning of this? What are you doing, interacting with your future son? I told you to stay in the alley. Why didn't you obey me?'
'Oh, pu-lease, Doc!' groaned Jennifer, as she rolled her eyes. 'Since when were the boss of me? Why even take me into the future, if you didn't plan to involve me? Anyway, Doc, you are the one who has something to be ashamed of. You made Marty cry when we were in the car! Nobody makes my dear boyfriend cry and gets away with it!'
'Please, Jennifer...' Marty said, softly, as he gently touched Jennifer's arm.
'You think I did that on purpose?' Doc shouted. 'In case you've forgotten, I've been friends with Marty far longer than before you came into his life. Well, not counting the trip you guys took back to 1955.'
'Yeah, but that doesn't mean you're a good friend!' snapped Jennifer.
Doc then reached out to slap Jennifer, while he shouted, 'Don't you dare speak that way to me, Jennifer Parker! I don't think you're good enough to be dating Marty!'
'Just shut up, Dr. Brown!' snarled Jennifer. 'I'm starting to think that Strickland is right! That you really are a nutcase!'
'I have had enough of your attitude, young lady!' bellowed Doc. 'I'm taking you and Marty home - then I never want to see from you or hear from you ever again.'
'That's just fine with me, Dr. Brown,' Jennifer spat out. 'I don't want to speak to you ever again, either! Hell, I bet you take advantage of Marty. I don't get why he would even want to hang out with someone like you!'
Doc then slapped Jennifer in the face again, which promped Jennifer to slap Doc back, and they began to get into a physical fight with other - until some sounds of distressed sobbing had interrupted their fight. Jennifer and Marty both turned around, to see that Marty was slumped on the ground. He had his knees drawn up to his chest, he had his head buried in his arms, and he was crying.
Jennifer slowly walked over to Marty, and gently placed her hand on Marty's arm, hoping to comfort him. 'Marty, what's the matter?' Jennifer asked, softly.
'You two were fighting,' Marty sobbed, 'and you were saying horrible things to each other, and... and... and...' Marty could no longer speak, as his shoulders now shook with gasping sobs.
Tears then filled Jennifer's own eyes, as she realized that her fight with Doc had greatly upset Marty.
'Doc, I'm sorry,' Jennifer said, softly. 'I shouldn't have said the things I said to you. I should have listened to you. I shouldn't have rebelled.'
'I'm sorry, too, Jennifer,' Doc said, softly, as he also had tears in his eyes. 'I shouldn't have lost my temper or slapped you. We're both friends of Marty, so the least we could do is try to get along. So, Jennifer, truce?'
'Yeah, truce,' replied Jennifer, as her eyes welled up with tears.
Doc then reached out to embrace Jennifer, as Jennifer embraced back. Both have wept a little. Then they both turned their attention back to Marty. Marty was still crying, even though his sobs have subsided slightly.
'Everything will be okay, Marty,' Jennifer whispered. 'Doc and I have made up, now.'
'Are you sure?' Marty asked, as lifted up his tear-stained face. 'I hate it when my friends fight like that. It upset me to hear you shouting such vile things to each other. What if you guys ever get that mad at me? Will you be shouting vile things to me, too?'
'It's my fault, Marty,' Doc whispered, as he gently rubbed Marty's shouders. 'I'm the older one, after all - and I should have handled the disagreement in a much more mature manner. I'm sorry we made you so upset, Marty.'
'Everything will be fine, now,' Jennifer said, softly. 'We've both admitted to our faults and made up, now. So, please, Marty, try to stop crying. We should head back to 1985 real soon.'
'Jennifer, he's too upset right now,' Doc said, gently. 'Why don't we just carry Marty back to the DeLorean with us. He's not that much bigger than you, so we should have no problem carrying him. Just let him cry, until he gets it all out of his system.'
Jennifer and Doc then lifted up a weeping Marty, as they carried him back to the DeLorean.
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As soon as Doc and Jennifer had carried Marty back into the DeLorean, they then loaded everyone into the DeLorean. Marty and Jennifer sat together - as Marty cried on Jennifer's shouder, and Jennifer held him tightly. Einstein squeezed in front of them. Doc then inputted October 26, 1985 9:00 PM into the time panel. Then Jennifer noticed something a bit off about the time panel.
'Doc! Doc!' shouted Jennifer. 'Quick! Look at the Last Time Departed panel!'
'Wha-what?' asked Doc, then he took a close look at the time panel - which read November 12, 1955 6:38 PM. 'Great Scott! This can't be right at all. We didn't come here from 1955.'
'Exactly,' said Jennifer. Then Jennifer pulled up some items that were next to him. It was a bag with a receipt in it, for a sports almanac - and there was also the top of Biff's cane.
'Great Scott!' gasped Doc. 'Biff must been listening to us.'
'Wha-what?' gasped Marty, as he lifted up his tear-stained face.
'We'll have to go back to November 12 of 1955,' explained Doc, 'to take the almanac away from Biff.'
'Oh, Doc, it's all my fault,' Marty sobbed. 'If I hadn't bought that damn book, none of this would ever have happened! I guess you're disappointed in me, too, now.'
'Actually, Marty, it's probably my fault,' Doc said, gently. 'If I hadn't been talking so loudly, Biff would not have heard my lecture. There is a very good reason why I did not want you to take the almanac back with you. I should have been understanding, though. Anyway, please don't fret, Marty. All we just have to do, is go back to 1955, and take the book away from Biff.'
'Yeah, okay, Doc,' mumbled Marty, as he wiped his eyes. 'I suppose we can do that, then.'
The time display suddenly changed to JAN 01 1885 12:00 AM.
'Damn, gotta fix that thing!' groaned Doc as he banged it, and it changed back to NOV 12 1955 06:00 AM. 'All right, time circuits on. Marty, Jennifer, Einie - brace yourselves for temporal displacement.'
Then Doc began to pilot the DeLorean onto the skyway, until he got up to 88 miles per hour - then, just as they were about to pass a floating sign, the DeLorean broke the time barrier.