May 28, 1986
11:50 AM PST

Marty felt elated, as he was eating his chop suey. It was actually one of his favourite meals, and he never really could understand why some of the other students found it to be disgusting. He really felt happy about receiving a high score on his math test. It was simply a good feeling, even though he realized that it was mostly his son's doing.

It couldn't be cheating, though - could it? After all, he didn't use any information that wasn't inside his brain. It happened to be amongst the perks of having his future son inside of him. His math teacher was always telling him to work his hardest, after all.

"So, follow band mates," asked Zach, as he cleared his throat. "How do you quite feel our assignment? I'm sure we really do all agree that George Orwell's book isn't exactly the most fun book to read. What do you all think of writing your own story, though?"

"I can't believe this," groaned Billy. "It's quite bad enough that they're making us read 1984 - but, now, they're making us also write about it? The thing is, this is rather unbelievable! We're supposed to write about how someone from Orwell's world comes into our world, and reacts to how much our world is different? That is ridiculous!"

"Actually, I think it could be rather fascinating," protested Zach. "It's quite interesting to compare, actually. I wonder what George Orwell himself would think about the real 1984. I sort of wonder how all of us would be different, if we were from that world."

"Y'know, I sure wonder what Ronald Reagan's life might be like," suggested Joey. "He isn't exactly my favourite person, but I... Well, I really can't imagine him being part of the thought police. He might end up being one of the Outer Party members, in fact."

"Well, that really might be possible," Marty replied, softly. Marty Jr thought about the irony of the whole situation. He told Tabitha that he quite wished to experience life of the 1980s. He just didn't expect to come here, though, at the same time as his father would be studying about the other 1980s. "Anything could be possible, in fact."

"I don't even want to think about it," insisted Billy. "The only think I can think about, is that they'd be real happy to escape that oppressive world. End of story! I really don't see what else we're supposed to write about. Even as a prole, I think he would be..."

"Well, there'd really be the whole 'lack of identity' thing," blurted out Marty. "As much as he would be happy to escape from that awful world, he'd have a bit of a hard time explaining where he came from. I'm sure that it'd just place a real damper on things."

"Goodness, Marty!" gasped Zach. "I didn't even think about that. I can simply imagine that he'd have no desire to return to his own world. If he really tried to explain where he came from, other people would think that he was very crazy. I'd quite like to think, though, that he'd encounter a few hospitable people. After all, I can imagine that..."

"Well, if you guys could sure help me out," suggested Billy. "I'd almost prefer to scrub all the toilets in this school, than really have to write that damn story. She said that it has to be, at least, 5,000 words. That sure sounds like a lot of writing to do, in fact."

"It could be worse, though," Joey pointed out, laughing. "After all, she could make us write 50,000 words - and give us only a month to do the assignment. Well, buddy, it'll be not all too hard. We could help you think of some ideas, and it might even be fun."

"Well, thanks for the encouragement," replied Billy. "It's quite nice to know that, after high school graduation, we'll all just stick together. We're a band, after all - and it'll be rather nice to climb up the ladder of fame, together. At any rate, I wonder how many gigs we'll get. It's a great feeling. One day, we might even become the new Beatles."

The entire group burst out laughing. Marty Jr knew that his father wouldn't ever quite become that famous. Still, he sure knew how his father was entirely content with his success. Marty Sr didn't mind that he'd never become as famous as The Beatles.

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Marty felt quite nervous, as he stepped out of the changing room. He just hoped that Jennifer wouldn't expect him to really kiss her. Marty Jr felt so uncomfortable with the idea of just kissing his mother. While his parents were both affectionate, a familial kiss sure was a lot different from a romantic kiss. Only a real fool would believe otherwise.

"Look at how many people are here," commented Marty, and he and Jennifer started walking to the lake. "I see that someone is even blasting his stereo. It's a rather sure sign that summer is around the corner. So, Jenn, how about we go for a little swim?"

"That's a great idea!" gushed Jennifer. "The water shouldn't be very cold. I know that it's a little crowded, but it'll still be fun. It'd sure be nice, though, if the person blasting the stereo... was blasting your music." Looking up, she added, "Someone is coming."

"Are you, by any chance, Marty McFly?" asked a tall brunette, who appeared to be in her thirties. "From The Pinheads?" Marty nodded, as he felt that something about the woman was strangely familiar to her. "My name's Celeste Jones. I'm a... I'm a real big fan of yours. You're probably a little surprised that someone my age would enjoy..."

"No, not at all," Marty replied, flashing a lopsided smile. "In fact, I actually know some people... who are older than you, and simply enjoy our music. We quite appreciate all of our fans. Well, I... I guess you'd like an autograph. I don't have a pen, though."

"I have one on me," Celeste explained, as she opened up her purse. As she handed a pen to Marty, she added, "I have a niece, as well, who's a real big fan of yours. She's a little younger than you. She also did mention that you look a lot like Michael J Fox."

"Well, that's simply nice to hear," Marty replied, as he signed Celeste's notebook. "Tell your niece that I said 'hi', okay?" As Celeste nodded, he tried hard to think of why the face and the name seemed familiar. "Well, I sure do hope that you and your niece are able to come to our next concert. We just have to find out when that day would be."

"I really wish you the best of luck, Marty," Celeste replied, as she went to hug Marty. As Marty hugged back, he thought of how he still really wasn't so used to that kind of attention. "Well, it's a very nice day. Take care, and I sure hope to see you around!"

"Yeah, same here," replied Marty, as he waved to Celeste. He turned to Jennifer, as he added, "So, Jenn, I guess this is what being a celebrity is like. It's just a very, uh, interesting experience. Y'know, something about her does seem real familiar to me."

"Oh, Marty, I sure think she's just one of your fans," Jennifer insisted, as she laid out the quilt. "You might've seen her around, every now and then. After all, it's not really that uncommon. At any rate, I sure think we should relax. I know it's a little crowded, but I do think that..." Just then, Jennifer reached out - as she began to tickle Marty.

"Please stop, Jenn" protested Marty, as he squirmed away from Jennifer. "Oh, I can't take it! I'm just too ticklish!" Jennifer smirked, as she continued to tickle Marty all over his torso. Marty reached out, as he began to tickle Jennifer's sides. "Okay, you win!"

"Phew!" breathed Marty, as he stretched out across the quilt. Marty Jr then began to feel a little too close to comfort. Should he quite take his chances, and just explain his situation to his mother what happened? What if she really didn't believe him, though?

"Listen, Marty," Jennifer explained, quietly. "I can't quite help but notice that... Well, within the past few days, you seemed a little.... I notice that you haven't even given me a kiss. What's up with that, Marty? We've really been dating for a little two and a half years." In a seductive voice, she asked, "C'mon, Marty, how about a little kiss?"

"Oh, uh..." Marty replied, nervously. Even if Marty Jr simply could bring himself to kiss his mother, in the romantic sort of way - would Jennifer simply be able to suspect that something was amiss. "Uh, Jenn, I can't! I, uh... I happen to have a bad cold sore."

"A cold sore?" Jennifer gasped, with concern. "I'm real sorry to hear about that. Well, in that case, let me check your mouth. I might have just a little Orajel left. That would make you feel a little better. I've had a few of those, before. They're not much fun!"

"Uh, Jenn, I can't," replied Marty, as he felt quite uneasy. Not only was Marty Jr sure turned off by by the idea of kissing his mother, but Marty Sr also really wasn't fond of the idea of his son kissing his future wife. "Anyway, Jenn, we really should just go for a little swim. It'd feel nice and relaxing. Does that sound like a real good idea to you?"

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Marty?" Jennifer asked, concerned. "You just seem to be a little distracted, lately. Honestly, Marty, I feel rather concerned about you. In fact... Look, Marty, I have to get going. My mom, uh, wants for me to help her out."

"C'mon, wait up!" protested Marty, as Jennifer was rather quick to run off. When she didn't seem to acknowledge him, Marty sighed. He began to head back to the lake, as he was stunned by what just happened. Was Jennifer really feeling angry with him?

Marty stood up, as he took in a heavy sigh. He decided that there was no good use in chasing after Jennifer. He walked towards the lake, as he really tried to stay calm. He rather couldn't help but worry about what might happen. Granted, he couldn't exactly blame Jennifer for feeling more than just a little irked by his hesitancy in kissing her.

Tears began to spill down Marty's cheeks, as he stepped into the lake. He also began to feel very helpless. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Jennifer out of his mind. Marty sighed, as both Sr and Jr felt distressed by Jennifer's abrupt departure.