Disclaimer: Yeah, you guessed it. I pretty much don`t own Back to the Future.

Again, please review!

It was already quarter to 3, so Marty decided to find George.

Sure enough, there he was walking home.

"George!"

George turned around. "Oh, great." he muttered under his breath.

"Why do you keep following me around?" An annoyed George demanded.

But Marty didn`t answer him. "Look George, I`m telling you George, if you do not ask Lorraine out to that dance, I`m gonna regret it for the rest of my life."

"But I can`t go to the dance, I`ll miss my favorite television program, 'Science Fiction Theatre'." George explained.

"What? What kind of guy would miss going out with his future wife, but to watch 'Science Fiction Theatre'?" Marty thought to himself, but decided to shrug it off.

"Yeah, but George, Lorraine wants to go with you. Give her a break."

"Look, I`m just not ready, to ask Lorraine out to the dance. And not you, nor anybody else on this planet, is going to make me change my mind!" George commanded, as he slammed the door.

"Science Fiction Theatre." Marty said out loud, looking at the disappearing photo of his sister now.

________________________________________________________________________________________________

"Hey, George, buddy, what happened?" his best friend Lester said to him, as he was sitting down watching TV.

"Nothing, Les, it's just that this person named Marty keeps bothering me. It can get quite annoying sometimes." George said as he sat down.

"Why, what did he do?"

George sighed. "I really don`t want to talk about it."

"Hey, 'Science Fiction Theatre' is next!" Lester pointed out.

George smiled. He felt quite lucky to be the only kid on the block who had a TV. It actually made him feel, well, rich.

"Hey, this is a new episode!" Lester added.

So the two teenagers kept watching the television program until it was around 12 am.

"Hey, Les? It's around 12 am, so I guess you should go now, but not to be rude or anything.." George said, yawning.

"Huh? Oh no, it's fine, I`m getting pretty tired myself. See you tomorrow." Lester said as he made his way through the door.

George waved, then yawned again. That montage of new episodes for 'Science Fiction Theatre' still lingered in his head.

"What if one of the aliens comes here and possesses somebody's mind?"

George quickly shook his head at the thought. He had watched way too much TV.

He tiredly arose from the couch and went to his bedroom.

"Everything's going to be fine, no possessing, no Darth Vader, and..."

George had somehow remembered Marty.

"Certainly no Marty. At least right now."

With that, he quickly drifted off to sleep.