Marlene's POV
"You shouldn't have run off the other night!" Grandma, who I should probably refer to as Lorraine, yelled at me when she found me walking into Hill Valley High on November 7th, 1955.
"Sorry, Lorraine, but I thought you and George had chemistry." I told Lorraine. I had in fact left so that they could fall in love.
"But it's CJ I love!" Lorraine exclaimed.
"But you need to take George to the dance-" I began. I was starting to think Uncle Dave was a drunk accident.
"I'll ask CJ out! How romantic!" Lorraine cheered, hugged me, and ran off.
"Oh no!" I groaned, looking at Aunt Linda's fading torso.
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Marty Jr's POV
Entering the cafeteria, I saw Lorraine again, and avoided her, as I'd been doing all day. George asked where I wanted to sit. He was still angry that Marlene was avoiding him. Here's what happened: I accidentally caused George to ask Marlene out, and it seems Marlene had made the same mistake that I had made. The avoidance had still not gotten Grandma and Grandpa in love.
"Go sit with Lorraine," I told George.
"But why?" asked George.
"She wants you to take her to the dance," I told George.
"Really?" asked George.
"Yes, forget about Callie. Callie isn't into guys," I lied. George gasped, and then went to talk to Lorraine. I went to sit with Marlene.
"Hi, Junior." Marlene sighed.
"Don't worry, Marlie." I assured her. "We will get them to love each other."
"But that's impossible!" Marlene argued. "Our grandparents only have eyes for us!"
"History is gonna change when Lorraine sees George's stories!" I revealed.
"What kind of stories?" asked Marlene.
"Amazing stories of alien visitors on Earth, Marlene. They are a creative masterpiece, I love them!" I bragged. George then came over to our table.
"You love my stories?" asked George excitedly.
"Yes, you have a real talent for writing, and you will be a successful author. If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything." I promised George, realizing that this "Calvin Klein" who had inspired him so many years ago had been me all along.
"Great advice, Calvin!" George exclaimed, running over to show Lorraine his stories.
"They seem to be becoming friends," Marlene noted.
"But they aren't in love," I revealed.
"How do you know?" Marlene interrogated.
"Because of this," I said, removing the picture. Two of our cousins, as well as Uncle Dave, were gone. Aunt Linda was simply two shoes. "After her kids vanish, our dad will follow, and then we will never be born."
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Of course Marlene and I made a plan. I decided to put it into action that night, after George and I went to bed. Using my walkie-talkie, I called Marlene. "George is too obsessed with Science Fiction Theatre, Marlene. Over." I told her.
"Do you have the supplies? Over." Marlene said back. I checked. Eddie Van Halen tape, Yes. Hairdryer, Yes. Voice modulator? Yes. Radiation suit? Yes. "All good, Marlene. Over." I replied.
"Then do it and report back to me later. Over." Marlene finished. Clad in my suit, I climbed in through George's and my bedroom window. After putting the tape in the player next to some sci-fi magazines, i stood on the foot of George's bed. Just as I expected, the loud tape woke him up.
"Who are you?" George asked.
Using my voice modulator, I shouted, "I am Darth Vader from Vulcan! You, George McFly, have created a rift in the space time continuum!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't know it was wrong!" George protested.
" I am receiving a message from the Battlestar Galactica! In order to save your planet from the Death Star, you must take the female earthling "Baines, Lorraine" to Hill Valley High School in 4 Earth-Cycles, or days. If you don't, I shall melt your head!" I announced seriously.