Author's Note: New chapter.
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4: Chapter Four
Lorraine Baines was feeling excited, as she looked out of her bedroom window down to the street. In the past few days, she'd met not one, but two cute boys. The first of all was the boy which her father hit with the car – George McFly. He was kind of cute and all, and much like a little lost puppy. However, in the conversations that Lorraine had had with him, she had noticed that he was a bit of a coward. While Lorraine didn't exactly hate cowards, she did not really want to have them for a boyfriend.
On the other hand, there was Marty… Marty something. She'd only spoken with him for a few seconds, but she had instantly noticed that Marty was more courageous than George. He appeared also very intelligent, a little nerdish perhaps, but more out-going than George was. Lorraine felt very motherly towards George after his unfortunate crash, but the appearance of Marty so short afterwards had twisted those feelings. He was cute, too. Also, he seemed to be more confident, at least.
Now, she didn't know whom to choose to go to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance with her. She liked both. Maybe she should simply wait for an opportunity to present itself to her to decide. Maybe she could also go with both, but she figured that Marty would get jealous when she'd kiss George, and the other way round as well. Also, it would be weird to go with two boyfriends. She really did like them both though. Maybe she could ask them to go to dinner with her, and then decide.
Finally, she decided that the one who would defend her the most in the next few days, would go to the dance with her. She would, in the meantime, try to give them both equal attention, and see what would happen.
She wondered what George and Marty might think about her. Would they like her? Well, of course they would. George had looked at her with fascination when he finally woke up on the evening of the day before, Saturday, and Marty had seemed intrigued by seeing her too. While it didn't even occur to her that said intriguing might have come from another reason, Lorraine happily concluded that both Marty and George were very much in love with her.
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It had gone worse.
Marty McFly sighed deeply as he watched the photograph of his family, when walking to school on Monday, November 7th. Last night, Dave's head had fully finished plus the top of his shoulders. Now, enough had vanished to disconnect Dave's arms to his body. Marty sighed. "Why me" he muttered, as he walked into the building. "Why me…"
It didn't take Marty too long to locate his father. George Douglas McFly was walking around in the hallway, and being kicked by students. Marty winced. Why couldn't his paternal ancestor one generation removed be a little more confident than that? Deciding that his current task was more important, he walked over to George and tapped him on the shoulder, hoping that this single tap wasn't breaking a bone in George's body which would alter history inevitably.
George swiftly turned around. "Who are you?" he asked, nervously.
"I'm the human individual who helped bring you into the living space after you got hit by an automobile on Saturday, November 5th, 1955, at approximately 9:00 A.M." Marty said. He hoped that this was simple enough for George to comprehend. "I have come to you to talk about the female human who took care of you after you got hit – miss Lorraine Baines."
"W-what about her?" George asked, grabbing his books from the ground and seeming to be uncomfortable around Marty. "Do you want me to stay away from her?"
"Oh, no, not at all, male ances - fa – Da – George" Marty managed to say. "In fact, I came here for the exact opposite thing. Are you amorously infuated with her?"
"What?"
"I mean, do you… like her?" Marty asked. It really seemed weird to just say 'like' but he knew that he did not have time to explain to his teenaged male ancestor… father… what he meant after giving a long speech. He had to get George to meet Lorraine as soon as possible.
George blushed. "Yeah" he said. "She's really cute, and nice. But I wouldn't… I wouldn't dare to ask her out to something. And she hasn't asked me yet."
"Well, I'm going to help you, correct?" Marty said. "Just track her down in this location, and ask her whether she would like going to the Enchantment Under The large amount of liquid with water animals moving in it rhythmic ceremonial with you."
"What?" George repeated.
Marty sighed, and shook his head. He'd never learn how to speak simple. "The rhythmic ceremonial, um, George. The one next Saturday, November 12th, 1955, in the current location in the specific area called 'gym'." He spotted some sort of a poster hanging onto a wall, and inspected it. "This poster appears to call it 'the dance'."
"The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance, you mean?" George asked. Marty nodded, as George continued, nervously. "But… I don't dare."
"Cease being restless, George" Marty said. "I'm with you."
"Thanks" George muttered. "I guess."
"It's all right, George" Marty said. "It's all right. Now, all we have to do is track said woman down."
That task, however, seemed to be harder than Marty had initially figured. It took the two of them finally almost a quarter before they finally spotted Lorraine standing there. Marty pointed her out to George, who now seemed even more nervous. The shorter teen did not care for his father's nervousness, however. He walked up to Lorraine, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me…"
Lorraine quickly spun around, and then gasped with recognition. "Marty!" she exclaimed.
"Um, yeah" the teen said. "Miss Baines, I have to ask you something."
Lorraine seemed to get excited, and, unbeknownst to Marty, she wondered whether this question would go about the dance. "It's so nice to see you again" she said. "What did you want to ask?"
Marty looked at the girl in front of him. "Well, actually, George here – we've just become friends – wanted to ask you a question about something." He pushed the teen forwards.
"Hi, George" Lorraine said, with a slight smile. "How have you been?"
"Good" George said.
"Nice." Lorraine's attention turned back to Marty, and she smiled. "I think it's so sweet of you to be a friend to George. He told me that he doesn't have that much friends. You're so gentle!" She smiled at the teen, who leant back a little.
Then, the school bell rang. "Well, I have to go" she said, looking at her friends and waving both teens goodbye. She then ran off down the hallway.
George turned towards Marty. "I think she likes you better than me" he said.
"No, of course she doesn't" Marty said, frowning. "Are you… are you suggesting that she is amorously infuated with me?"
"I suppose" the teen said. He walked off. "It's a lost cause. Just go out with her. I wouldn't have dared, anyway."
"Now, wait, George" Marty said, chasing after the teen. "You shouldn't act like this. Lorraine was kind to you, too, right?"
"Yeah" George nodded. "But she's in love with you, not with me." He shook his head. "I'm not gonna go through with this."
"Well, maybe she likes me, too" Marty said, following the other teen. "But deep inside the heart, she really must be amorously infuated with you. The brainwaves referring to that just haven't entered her actual working mind yet, instead staying hidden in the subconscious."
"What?" George asked.
"She doesn't know it yet, I mean" Marty said. "You'll have to convince her and converse with her. What are your common interests with Lorraine?"
"None, as far as I know" George muttered.
"I wouldn't be able to recall anything either at the moment" the other teen muttered.
"What, what?" George asked, nervously.
"Nothing, nothing" Marty said. "Just go over and talk to her again."
"But I'll have to go to class" George protested.
"Then at least attempt again during the break that is used to eat the served or brought meals" Marty said.
George stared at him. "I could try, but I'm not sure if I dare to."
"Of course you do" Marty said. "If you put your internal functions to it, you can accomplish anything."
"I suppose."
"Well, it's correct" Marty muttered. George just shook his head, and ran off to class, as Marty stayed behind and watched him go. After a few moments, he decided to hide somewhere, while waiting for lunch break to arrive. He wasn't planning on going to classes, after all, especially not since he, having skipped a few classes, had already followed them earlier. He had already graduated, after all. Sighing, he went off to find the place where he could wait until noon.
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As lunch break finally arrived, Marty immediately headed over to the cafeteria. The teen pondered on what to do now. He certainly did not want to disrupt history even more. However, he did have to save his existence. He then headed over to his father.
As Marty arrived, the other teen was busy writing notes on something. He looked at George. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Writing" the teen responded, and continued.
"What are you writing?" Marty clarified.
"Stories" George admitted, shy. "Science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to earth… from other planets."
Marty gasped. "Leave your current city, I didn't know that you were occupied in the creative part of the possible interests!" he said, astonished. "Would you mind letting me read them?"
"Oh, no" George responded, firmly. "I never led anybody read my stories."
"Why not?" Marty said.
"Well, what if they don't like them" George said. "What if they'd say I'm no good? I'm just not sure whether I could take that kind of a reaction."
Marty pondered what to do for a moment. On one hand, he felt sorry for his father. Also, he did not want to have this kind of a life – and the excuse that George had just said completely went against Marty's confident views. On the other hand, he knew that he had to be a responsible scientist. The fate of the space-time continuum went before everything, even this.
He finally just glanced at George. "You know what I said in the hallway, if you put your internal functions to it, you can accomplish anything." Not wanting to get too much of an influence on George, he immediately changed the subject. "Lorraine really is amorously infuated with you, she's just not very out-going in this subject" he said.
"She's not?" George asked, with a frown.
Marty shook his head. "In fact, she probably would like you to ask her to the rhythmic ceremonial."
George stared at Marty. "But she wants to go with you" he said. "I could see that. And even if she wouldn't, well, maybe she wants to go with Biff."
"With Biff?" Marty repeated. "I think that's very unlikely."
"Well, look" George said, pointing Lorraine out to Marty. Biff was standing next to her, and he was trying to flirt with her. Marty growled in anger at the scene. He wanted to stop Biff, but he did not dare to interfere with history even more.
"But the feelings that Biff has for miss Baines is not mutually shared" Marty said, trying to find a distraction by going back to their conversation. He looked at George, who had gone back to his writing, and sighed deeply He then stared at Biff and Lorraine again. They were almost getting into a fight. Marty growled once again at Biff. He could barely restrain himself. The slightest change can cause the biggest results, the slightest change can cause the biggest results, the slightest change…
"All right, stop that!"
Vice-principal Strickland arrived, just in time for Marty to keep himself calm. "Quit that" he ordered. "Are you harassing that girl, Tannen?"
"Oh, no, sir, I was just helping her clean her shirt" Biff said, smiling as polite as he could.
Marty rolled his eyes at the obvious lie, and Lorraine looked at Biff, then at Strickland. "He's lying" she said. "He was trying to flirt with me – while I didn't want that!"
"Whatever the reason, just leave each other alone" Strickland said. He stared at Biff with disgust. "Slacker!" The man then walked off.
"All right" Biff then muttered, looking at Lorraine. "We'll have to break up our little conversation. Well, I guess I'll see you later. Hope you don't miss me."
"Get out of here" Lorraine said. "You heard Strickland."
"Yeah" Marty said, not being able to stand it any longer. "You heard him."
"Well, take a look at this" Biff said, with a smirk. "There's actually some butthead who tries to interfere. How funny." He looked straight at Marty. "I don't know who you are, but Lorraine's my girl, and I do with her what I want."
"She's not your property as of current, as slavery is no longer in use in our homeland" Marty said.
Biff chuckled. "A smart guy. How nice." He looked at him. "Since you're new here, I'm going to leave you alone and not waste any more words at you. Today. So why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here." With that, he walked off, Marty staring after him.
"That was so courageous!" Lorraine then gushed. "You really are a hero." She looked at her friends. "Girls, this is Marty, uh, Marty…"
"Eastwood" Marty said. "Clint Martin Eastwood. From out of town." He'd thought up that alias when they'd watched a cowboy movie at Doc's house, and seeing as Clint Eastwood was not popular yet, he figured that it might be safe for now. He then smiled politely, as he realized that the lunch was almost finished. "I have to go, now."
With that, he walked off, out to his hiding place again. He groaned. Getting his father and mother together was going to be harder than he'd initially thought.