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"George!" Marty called as he saw George picking up the laundry.
George sighed, as if he had been expecting it. "Yes, Marty?"
"Listen, this is important. You`ve gotta take Lorraine out to the dance tomorrow!" Marty said hastily.
George sighed, once again. "But I can`t, I mean, she already likes you." he replied, looking down.
"Aw, George, don`t think so..." Marty hesitated, as he tried to think of the 50s term for "heavy". "Don`t think so, negatively."
George looked at him for a second, then turned and continued walking.
"Listen, George! I've thought up a plan for you tomorrow. I take Lorraine to the dance, and you show up, and..."
"Wait, you`re taking Lorraine to the dance?" George interrupted.
"Yeah. Anyways, I`ll take her to the dance..."
"I still don`t understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance with her, if she's already going to the dance with you?" George interrupted again, confused.
"Because George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just doesn't know it yet. That`s why we've got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter. You`re somebody who`s gonna stand up for yourself, someone who`s going to protect her."
"Yeah, but I've never picked a fight in my entire life.." George admitted shyly.
"Look, you`re not going to be picking a fight, Dad- Dad, Dad, Daddy-o."
"Did he just call me 'Dad'?" George thought to himself, tried to ignore, but couldn`t help thinking that this boy seemed very familiar to him.
"You`re coming to a rescue. Right?"
George nodded, and Marty continued. "Okay, so let`s go over the plan again, 8:55, where you can gonna be?"
"I`m gonna be at the dance."
"Right. And where am I gonna be?"
"You`re gonna be in the car, with her."
"Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she's gonna get very angry with me."
"Why is she gonna get angry at you?" George replied.
"Because George, nice girls, get angry, when guys take advantage of them." Marty hated to say.
His original plan was to take Lorraine to the dance, eat some chili and peppers, go to the bathroom, and get George to talk to her, and with that, they would kiss and fall in love.
But, Marty decided not to risk it.
"Oh! You mean, you`re gonna go touch her on her.." George spoke up, holding something for 'womanly needs'. (which by the way, wasn't his.)
"No, George, look. It`s just an act, alright? Okay, so 9:00 you`re strolling to the parking lot, you see us, struggling, in the car. You walk up, you open the door and you say.." Marty stopped as he was expecting George to say it.
"You`re line George."
"Oh! Uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her!" George yelled bravely, then hesitated.
"Do you really think I ought to swear?" George asked, obviously thinking that, if he said that, his parents might get mad at him and spank him.
"Definitely, Goddamnit George, swear. Okay, so now you come up, punch me in the stomach, I`m out for the count, right? And you and Lorraine live happily ever after." Marty concluded, adding a fairy tale ending.
"You make it sound so simple, I just, I wish I wasn't so scared." George stuttered.
"George, there`s nothing to be scared of, all you need is a little self confidence. You know, if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything." Marty said to George.
George smiled and nodded. "Okay, thanks."
"George!" his mother, Sylvia, called for him.
"Oh no, please tell me she didn`t hear me curse." George thought nervously.
"I gotta go, Marty." George said, looking away.
"Oh, it`s no problem, I've got to go too." Marty said as he turned away.
Looking back, he added, "And don`t forget about the plan!"
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Saturday, November 12, 1955.
7:40 PM
"This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows in the upper forties." The radio had announced.
"Are you sure about the storm?" Doc asked, as they were arranging the DeLorean and the clock tower.
"Since when can the weatherman predict the weather?"
Doc had to agree with that.
"Then alone the future." Marty continued.
"You know Marty, I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've really made a difference in my life, you've given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I'm gonna be around to see 1985, that I'm gonna succeed in this. That I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time. It's going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty." Doc said warmly.
"I`m really gonna miss you." Marty said, then remembered that Doc would get shot in 1985. "Doc, about the future..."
" No! Marty, we've already agreed that having information about the future could be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically. Whatever you've got to tell me I'll find out through the natural course of time."
With that, Doc went back to his work, while Marty went inside Lou's, and started to write.
"Dear Dr Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friend, Marty."
Marty sighed, and went outside. There, he found a cop and Doc talking to each other. Secretly, Marty slipped the envelope inside Doc`s pocket.
Doc turned to him, as Marty quickly turned and smiled guiltily.
"Marty, look at the time!" Doc yelled.
Looking at his watch, he saw that it was already 8:30.
"Damn! Now I`m late for this?!" Marty cursed quietly and went to drive Doc`s car.
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Lorraine's POV
"How does this dress look, Mom?" I asked for the fifth time, after perfecting my hair.
Mom sighed. "It looks nice, dear."
Stella Baines did not exactly approve of her daughter to be running around wearing a low-cut dress.
Sam Baines grunted. "Why the hell would you wear that? At least wear something to cover."
I sighed, as I went to get my jacket.
I checked the clock. "8:34. Is Calvin coming?" I asked quietly.
Then, the door bell rang.
"It`s him!" I cried, sounding like a 5 year old girl.
"For Pete's sake, Lorraine." Mother scolded.
But I ignored her. "H-hi, Calvin."
Calvin seemed very nervous. "Hi, Lorraine. Sorry I was late."
"No, it`s okay, let`s go!" I said too excitedly and literally pulled him outside. Turning back, I yelled, "Bye Mom, bye Dad!"
As soon as we both got into the car, Calvin seemed to fidget a little in his seat.
"Are you alright, Calvin? You seem a little tense." Then I added, "Oh no, I`m starting to sound like my mother."
"Huh?" Calvin snapped.
I hesitated. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah, fine."
"God, why am I acting so damn weird in front of my own mother?" Marty thought.
There was silence, until I commented, "If it makes you feel any better, you look really good in that tuxedo."
"Oh God." Marty thought.
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It only took them 5 minutes to get there.
Marty sighed, and asked, "Do you mind if we, park, for a while?"
Lorraine smiled and nodded. "That`s a great idea. I'd love to park."
"Huh?" Marty snapped again.
Then Lorraine smiled again. "Marty, I`m almost 18 years old, it`s not like I haven't parked before."
"What?" Marty asked, shocked.
"But Mom hated us to park." Marty thought to himself. This Lorraine from the 50s changed so much.
"Marty, you seem so nervous." Lorraine started.
"At least she finally got my name right."
"Is something wrong?" Lorraine asked, concerned.
Marty shook his head feverishly. "No, no."
Then, seeing from the corner of his eye, he saw her drinking beer. "Lorraine! Lorraine, what are you doing?" Marty spoke up loudly.
"I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet." Lorraine replied, looking proud of herself.
"Yeah, well, you shouldn't drink." Marty started, remembering what would happen to her in the future.
"Why not?"
"Because, you might regret it, later in life.." Marty added, remembering that he had a bad family life, partly because his mother kept drinking, and his father not being able to stand up for himself.
"Don`t be such a square. Everybody who`s anybody drinks." Lorraine replied.
"Jesus, they drink in the 50s too?" Marty thought.
Shrugging, Marty decided he drink too. Then, not even a second after that, he saw Lorraine take out a cigarette.
He spit the beer out. "Jesus, you smoke too?"
Sighing, Lorraine replied, "Marty, you`re beginning to sound just like my mother!"
This was ironic; and Grandma Stella knew she was drinking and smoking?
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The band had finished the song with a nice ending, so everyone else just went back to eating.
George McFly was about to drink more punch, until he saw the clock. "9:00 PM? Wait a minute, that clock's always wrong."
Then he checked his watch. "9:00 PM?"
Then, George felt something in his stomach tingle.
Yep, sure enough.
He was hungry.
Sighing, George figured he could eat just a little snack before 'rescuing' Lorraine.
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Marty looked out the window to find George, but couldn`t.
As he glanced back at Lorraine, he realized that she had worn a dress not-exactly-proper.
"Marty? Why are you so nervous?" Lorraine asked.
"Lorraine. Have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain way, but when you got there, you didn`t know if you could get through with it?" Marty asked.
"Oh, you mean like how your supposed to act on a first date?"
"Uh, well, sort of."
"I think I know exactly what you mean."
"You do?"
"You know what I do in those situations?"
"What?"
Grinning evilly, she replied as she leaned over him, "I don`t worry."
Then she kissed him.
That lasted for about a few seconds, until she tore away, with a weird look on her face.
She stared at Marty, who looked petrified and shocked.
"This is all wrong. I don`t know what it is, but when I kiss you, it`s like I`m kissing, my brother."
"I guess it doesn't make any sense, does it?" she added.
"No, no, it makes perfect sense."
Before she could respond to his weird reply, she said, "Someone's coming."