12:15 AM PST
Marty Jr felt as though he was in a daze, as he followed Jennifer into the park. It felt so surreal to think he was pretending to be his mother's boyfriend. It was somewhat unsettling, as well, to see Jennifer gazing at him if though he was his father.
"Hey, Mom... er, Jennifer," Marty Jr asked, "does Needles still give Dad a hard time?"
"No, not really," Jennifer replied, smiling. "He pretty much left Marty alone, since the first time you visited this year. How about you? Does Griff give you a hard time?"
"Well, not me so much," Marty Jr said, quietly, "but he's been chasing after Harmony and Marlene, again - as well as quite a few other girls. My threat of pressing charges against him no longer works against him, since the news about that teenage girl who falsely filed sexual harassment charges against her stepfather made the headlines."
"I probably shouldn't be asking," Jennifer said, sighing, "but why would she do that? I mean, what were her motives behind it. She must be one very angry girl."
"She was angry and hurt," Marty Jr explained. "When questioned, her stepfather did admit to being verbally abusive towards Rachel. That's her name, by the way."
"Oh, I see," Jennifer said, quietly. "So why is that such a big deal then? After all, it's not like her stepfather was entirely innocent - if he even admitted that he was being abusive towards her. It looks like poor Rachel felt rejected and hurt."
"He was verbally abusive," Marty Jr replied, "not sexually. They asked her about her motivation behind those false charges, and she stated that she would have preferred that her stepfather sexually harassed her - instead of making really hurtful comments towards her, and telling her that he hated her."
"It sounds to me like she's one very sensitive girl, then," Jennifer remarked. "I tend to feel the opposite. Personally, I would rather be put down by Miff Tannen - than to be harassed by him. She's obviously not seeing the bigger picture."
"Well, they are her parents," Marty Jr replied, as sympathetic tears suddenly came to his eyes. "They're supposed to love him, and this must have really torn her deeply."
"I guess I can't judge her, then," Jennifer said, sighing. "What about her mother? So how does her mother fit into this? Was she abusive, too?"
"Actually, in a manner of speaking, yeah," Marty Jr replied. "Whenever Rachel would try to confide in her mother about all the hurtful comments that her stepfather would make towards her, her mother was very dismissive of her feelings. For instance, her mother would just tell her that not everybody has to like her."
"That's horrible!" exclaimed Jennifer. "I mean, it's true that not everyone is obligated to like you - but, when it comes to people that you're under the care of, then they do have the obligation to treat with you with love and respect."
"Right, exactly," Marty Jr replied. "So, as a result, this has become a huge subject of controversy. While there are a lot who sympathize with Rachel, this has also brought up what our society considers to be an ongoing problem."
"Well, at any rate," Jennifer said, sighing, "we will discuss this more later. Why don't we head towards the dance floor? I really understand how you must be feeling quite nervous, as I feel real nervous about this myself. I mean, whenever I look at you, I can see my boyfriend - because you look exactly like him."
"That might be partially why I feel nervous," Marty Jr replied. "I can see the way you keep looking at me. I mean, you keep looking at me as if I'm your boyfriend."
"I'm so sorry, honey," Jennifer said, softly. "It is really hard, though, when you look exactly like him. You even have your father's slate-blue eyes. I guess it's great that your father's genes run in the family. You are both very cute."
"Thank you," Marty Jr said, blushing. "Well, let's go get some punch and crackers. I am feeling hungry, so I sure could go for a snack right now."
"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry myself," replied Jennifer, as she followed Marty Jr over to the refreshments stand. Marty Jr really enjoyed the music that was being played.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" cried out a young girl. Marty Jr looked up to see a blonde, as she was flanked by a redheaded girl. "Yeah, you, sir! Are you Michael J Fox?"
"Me?" Marty Jr asked, stunned. "You want to know if I'm Michael J Fox?"
"Well, you look just like him," the blonde replied, smiling. "You sound just like him, too. We both happen to be really big fans of Michael J Fox."
"Uh, no, that's Marty McFly," Jennifer replied. "So are you two not from this town?"
"Oh, no, we're not," the blonde said, blushing. "Ruby and I are here, visiting some relatives of ours. We were so shocked to see Marty here, and we could swear that Michael J Fox was here at the dance! He sure looks like a dead ringer, you know."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, anyway," Marty Jr said, nervously. "Jennifer and I were getting some refreshments, and we were going to dance for awhile."
"Well, see you around," the blonde responded, as she and her friend reluctantly left.
"Does this happen a lot?" Marty Jr asked Jennifer. "I mean, I know Dad has often been compared with Michael J Fox - but I sure wasn't expecting this to happen."
"No, not very often," Jennifer replied, smiling. "Marty is quite well-known around this town, which is why I asked the girls if they were outside of this town. I mean, I sure didn't see that one coming. Well, let's start dancing now, shall we?"
"It sounds like a good idea," Marty Jr said, quietly. Just then, The Power of Love was being pumped over the speakers. Marty Jr smiled at Jennifer, as he knew that it was his parents' favourite song. He, once again, wished he could stay here in 1986.
"Well, lookie what we got here!" sneered a very familiar sounding voice. "Pretty nice dress, Jennifer," Miff added. He lifted up Jennifer skirt, and added, "Although, I think you'd look better wearing nothing at all."
"Miff, why don't you take a long walk off a short pier?" Jennifer snapped.
"I don't understand what you even see in this McFly midget," Miff added. "I think you could do much better than that!"
"Well, I happen to love Marty," Jennifer retorted, "and you're not even half the man that he is. Hell, Miff, what is there to even like about you?"
"All right, bitch!" snarled Miff, as he yank Jennifer away from Marty Jr. "Now you're asking for it! Hasn't your mommy and daddy taught you any manners?"
"Let her go, you bastards!" Marty Jr shouted, as he began to jump on top of Miff. He tried his best to pull Miff off of Jennifer, but the members of his gang started to hold onto him tightly. Marty Jr tried with all of his might to escape.
"Yeow!" shrieked Miff, as Jennifer bit him in the arm. Without warning, Miff suddenly pushed Jennifer to the ground. Marty Jr then stuck out his foot, and Miff fell over.
"All right, punk," Miff snarled, as he stood back up. "I've got a bone to throw at you."
"It's 'pick with you', lo-rez bojo!" Marty Jr shot back, as he pushed Miff into his gang - causing them all to fall in domino-like fashion.
Marty Jr quickly found his skateboard, and he tried with all of his might to run away from the gang. He quickly clung onto the back of a car, as Miff and his gang almost reached him. Marty Jr was sweating profusively.
Miff and his gang hopped into Miff's car, and they began to follow after Marty Jr. As Marty Jr found a manure truck ahead, he smiled to himself. He quickly let go of the car that he was holding onto, and he quickly ran onto the grassy marsh. Miff began to swerve, and then the entire car was filled up with manure.
"Manure!" Miff shrieked. "I hate manure!"
Marty Jr smiled to himself triumphantly, as he began to look for Jennifer. He hoped that his mother-to-be wasn't hurt too badly.