The interior of a mechanic's garage. There were many tools and equipment on work benches. There seemed to be blueprints of some kind for a vehicle, as well as some other schematics lining the walls. There was a TV sitting to the side, while other cutting tools, blowtorch, welders, plus some spare tyres and other parts. There's a few clocks on the wall which ticked along in unison.
The TV suddenly turned on. "The Senate is expected to vote on this today." A woman on the news spoke up. "In other news, officials at The Pacific Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumour that the case of missing plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan terrorist group had claimed responsibility for the alleged theft, however, the officials now infer the crepency to a simple clerical error. The FBI..."
The sound of a door opening could be heard nearby. The door into the garage opened, someone stepping in, and closing the door behind the individual who stepped in.
This person goes by the name of Braedey Martin. He is a young male, only about 17 years of age, with pale white skin, short jawline-length brown hair, and cobalt blue colour eyes. He stands only 5ft tall, his body being skinny, has broad shoulders, lean legs and arms, while he has lean muscles. He is wearing a white shirt with a blue jacket overtop, as well as jeans and black boots.
Braedey is a kindhearted and gentle being. He's a bit of a quiet person, since he's not as outgoing. He is not one to talk around girls, unless they're his two sisters or mother. He struggles in self-courage, but he's thankful for his parents to provide support for him. He is a tinkerer, and he likes to work with cars or trucks. But all the while, he's been wanting to get out and about, wanting to have some fun.
"Dad? Are you here?" Braedey called into the garage. He looked around to try and find his father, but there's no sign. "Anyone home?" Braedey walked about the garage to try and find where his Dad might be, but to no avail. "Where could he have gone to?" He sighed. He took note of some papers, which he didn't seem to understand at the time. "Dad really has some good handwriting, but sometimes, I don't understand what he writes." Just then, he could hear the telephone now ringing, so he picked it up. "Hello? Martin home speaking."
"Braedey, is that you?" A male voice replied.
Braedey peeked up. "Hey, Dad. Where are you? I haven't heard from you-"
"Thank God I found you." James spoke up. "Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?" Braedey asked in confusion.
"Yes, exactly. 1:15AM." James said to him.
"Dad. What's going on? Where have you been all week?" Braedey asked to his father.
"Working on something extraordinary." James replied.
"By the way, where is Scorcher's dog, Buster? Is he over with you?" Braedey asked.
"Yeah, he's right here." James replied, a bark being heard on the other side of the phone.
"That's a relief. I'll tell Scorcher about where his dog is." Braedey sighed in relief. "By the way, Dad, you left your tools and equipment on all week."
"My equipment? Oh, that reminds me, Braedey. You'd best shut off everything in the garage. There'd be a slight possibility of a blackout." James advised to him.
"Yeah. You know how Mom would get if something like that happens." Braedey silently snickered. "Oh, and by the way, Tyler, Andrea, Scorcher, and Max are gonna be coming over to our house with their folks. Just thought I'd let you know."
"Of course." James replied to Braedey. "I'll see you tonight. Don't forget, now, 1:15AM., Twin Pines Mall."
Braedey nodded. "Right. Twin Pines Mall, 1:15AM."
Just then, the clocks go off in unison, Braedey nearly falling over in response of the loud ringing that echoed inside of the garage. He had to cover his ears to try and resist the noise, just as it stopped after a few chimes.
"Are those my clocks I hear?" James asked.
"Yeah, it's 7:30." Braedey replied.
"They're late. My experiment worked!" James called out happily. "They're all exactly 25 minutes slow!"
Braedey stopped for a second. "Wait a minute, Dad. Are you telling me that it's 7:55AM?" He asked.
"Precisely." James replied.
"Goddamnit!" Braedey puts down the phone. "I'm gonna be late for school!" With that, he ended the call, and he ran out of the garage, running out front of his house with his bag on, as he got ready to go.
Braedey's home is a nice house on a lone road. It was a two-storey home with a dark blue tiled roof, with light blue/cream wooden style on the front and sides, and it has a three-car garage. It does look rather good and expensive in some ways.
Braedey soon got a set of motorised roller blades on his feet, and he began to race off down towards Hill Valley, even hitching a ride behind a semi-truck. He made his way toward the town centre of Hill Valley, going on towards school.
Hill Valley, California, the hometown of Braedey's family and his friends, including several thousands more. The city has three high schools: Hill Valley High School, Clayton High School, and Calahan High School; and a community college. Hill Valley is located in North California, 12 miles East of Grass Valley, with railway links to San Francisco. U.S. Route 395 passed through Hill Valley with a directional route shield posted in Courthouse Square. The town is nestled in rolling foothills, with an apparently temperate, albeit semi-arid climate, and, although there was a desert within walking distance of the town, the nearby lake froze over in the Winter.
"What a day. What a lovely day." Braedey commented to himself, now letting go of the back of the trailer, and he now headed off to his high school.
Braedey eventually arrived at Hill Valley High School, racing up at speed and leaped over the stairs, landing on the top of the steps, coming to a stop. He took off his roller blades, putting them in his bag, and he heads off inside.
Braedey took a look at his watch. It read 8:00AM. 'Phew. Just made it.' He thought to himself as he goes down the halls to try and find his classroom. He then saw a few of his friends, including his girlfriend among them. "Oh. Hey, guys." He greeted.
Braedey's girlfriend is Jasmine Russo. She is a lovely lady around his age, standing as tall as him, with bright red hair reaching down to the middle of her back, an ahoge on top of her head, bright blue eyes, a small nose, with gentle and clear skin. She has a gold headband in her hair, as well as gold crescent moon earrings hanging from her ears. Her physical appearance is curvy and alluring to the male eye; she stands 5ft tall, while her weight is only 48kgs (106lbs). She is slim, has a set of nice looking legs, but the most eye-catching feature on her are her rather large breasts that could bend any disciplined or well-mannered boy or man down to his knees. Her measurements are as shown; Bust:87cm Waist:55cm Hips:91cm (B34" W22" H36"). She has on a rather tight red dress reaching down to just above her knees, revealing her shoulders, while it was showing off her curves in the right places, the front of her dress looking like it's struggling to contain her large chest, the rear of the dress revealing her soft and elegant back, a gold sash around her waist, plus a pair of gold gloves on her hands, and a pair of gold high-heels.
Their next friend is Andrea Garcia. She stands 5'8" tall, has the most enchanting set of ocean blue eyes one person could have, accompanied by short golden blonde hair with a few blue highlights framing her face, and has porcelain white skin. She looks 16 years old in the face, but she's 17 years old. She has on a light blue shirt with a cerulean shield, a white star in the middle with the word 'Autism' on top and 'Awareness' on the bottom of the shield, and a pair of comfortable black jeans with a black belt around her waist. Over the top of the shirt is a white and blue jersey jacket with a dragon on the left sleeve, a VHMS Patriot's School symbol on the right sleeve, and her last name on the top back, with the number 10 on the bottom of the last name, a pair of blue shoes with red thunder marks and a white 95 on each of them, and white socks.
Tyler Gemsworth is a Caucasian male at 17 years old. He has bright gold blonde hair done up in a spiky fashion, greenish-blue eyes, and he has a toothy grin on his chiselled handsome face, making girls swoon at him. He has a toned body figure, with lean muscles, along with large abs a grown man could die for. He is wearing a black shirt with a bright white skull and crossbones in the middle of the chest, faded blue denim jeans, with black motorcycle boots, and has a black scarf around his neck.
Orion Ryugen is a 17-year old male. He has short brown hair with red eyes, while he has a pale skin complexion. He has a light muscular build, wearing a red/black striped shirt, with dark blue jeans, and a pair of red/black sneakers.
(A/N: Andrea Garcia belongs rightfully to DracoHero735 / DracoAutismo1014. Orion Ryugen belongs rightfully to Flamewarrior11)
"There you are." Jasmine smiled gently, now walking up and giving Braedey a hug, making him blush a little, and even give him a peck on the cheek.
"There you are, man. Where have you been?" Tyler asked to Braedey.
"You're lucky you got here, or else Strickland would tear you a new one." Orion commented to Braedey.
"This time, it wasn't my fault." Braedey insisted, now walking along with the others.
"Really? What happened?" Andrea asked.
"Well, turns out Dad set all of his clocks twenty-five minutes slow." Braedey pointed out to them.
"Your father?" Strickland, the school's principal spoke up, the teens all stopping and signing in exasperation. "Am I to understand you're still hanging around with James Ryan Martin?" He sighed, handing Braedey a tag. "Tardy slip for you, Martin. Now, let me give you a nickle's worth of advice, young man. That father of yours, he's a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you're gonna end up in big trouble.
"Hey! That's my father, Strickland." Braedey defended. "You know absolutely nothing about him. You don't know what he's been up to, and what he's had to do in order to be where he's now."
Strickland glared at Braedey, giving him a shunt. "You got a real attitude problem, Martin."
"You do, too." Braedey pointed out. "No wonder many in this school actually want you gone, including the teachers."
"What did you say?" Strickland spoke up.
"Exactly what he said." Tyler then stated back.
"You're a slacker, that's what you are, Gemsworth." Strickland said to Tyler. "You remind me of your father when he went here, he was a slacker too."
"Can we go now, Mr. Strickland?" Orion said, now starting to walk forward, only for Strickland to stop Tyler.
"I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions after school today. Why even bother, Gemsworth? You haven't got a chance, you're too much like your own man. No Gemsworth ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley." Strickland ranted.
Tyler, however, was unfazed. "Yeah. Well, history is gonna change. And I'll be there to see it."
Later, Braedey, Jasmine, Andrea, Orion, and Tyler walked down the hall together to get to their class. Not like anything exciting was going to happen though, the teacher was a real snore fest. Braedey couldn't help but wonder what his father was up to.
Later on, it was finally after school and the group were in the gym for Tyler's band audition, which they called each other 'The Hotrodders'.
"Next, please." A man said into the megaphone as the other performers left the stage.
"This should be exciting." Andrea smiled at her friend.
"I know." Jasmine whispered. "His band's great. They should get in."
"Assuming the judges like them." Braedey muttered to Orion, the latter nodding in agreement.
Tyler then walked up on stage to the microphone as his band friends went to their respective spots. "Alright, we're... we're the Hotrodders." He smiled nervously.
"One, two, three!" The drummer said, and everyone now began playing the Power of Love very loudly.
Jasmine winced a little at it, clamping her hands over her ears as Tyler and his group played. Andrea smiled at it, but she looked a little unsure about it as well. Braedey and Orion nodded a little, then they looked to the judges, but they took note of their emotionless expressions.
"Okay, thank you, that's enough fellas." The lead judge tried to stop them, as they kept playing. "Stop. Hold it, stop!" The band now stopped and they all glanced at the announcer. "I'm afraid you're just too darn loud." The man rejected them, much to everyone's shock. "Next please. Bring the next group, please."
Braedey sighed, then he shook his head to Tyler. The latter sighed in exasperation, as he now headed off to get his belongings.
After that disaster of an audition, the group of friends were now walking along just by the courthouse as they head off, Tyler fuming to himself about what happened.
"'Too loud'." Tyler mocked the judge from earlier. "I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody."
"Tyler, one rejection isn't the end of the world." Jasmine said, she and Braedey with one arm around one another.
"They just don't know what they're missing." Andrea added. "You'll blow other people away someday."
"I just don't think I'm cut out for music." Tyler sighed, now sounding less hopeful.
"But you're good, Tyler. You're really good." Andrea took his hand. "And this audition tape of yours is great." She handed him the tape. "You've got to send it to a record company."
"It's like my old man always says-" Braedey spoke up.
"Yeah, I know, I know," Tyler stopped her. "'If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything'." He noticed two girls walking by in rather tight pants that seem to hug their thighs and backsides, but his face was pulled back by Andrea.
"That's good advice, Tyler." Andrea spoke out, sounding like a mother. Braedey, Jasmine, and Orion snicker to one another.
"Alright, okay, Andrea." Tyler gave in with a sigh. "But what if I send the tape, and they don't like it? I mean, what if they say I'm no good? What if they say 'Get out of here, kid, you got no future'. I mean, I just don't think I can take that sort of rejection." He then shook his head. "God, now I sound like my old man."
"Come on, he's not that bad." Andrea said, her now stopping to tie her shoe. "By the way, Braedey. Is your Dad letting you borrow the car tomorrow night?" She asked Braedey, Orion, and Jasmine stopping nearby.
"Yeah. He just told me not to go crazy." Braedey shrugged.
Orion now noticed the Chevrolet car dealership nearby, where some new Camaros and Corvettes parked up outside of the building. "Damn. Check out that new Camaro." He commented.
Tyler eyed one vehicle, a custom-built Corvette. "Not bad. I mean, it be cool to have one, but I'm alright with what I've got."
Braedey sighed. "Someday, Jasmine, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take a nice car like that up to the lake?" He suggested, now sitting next to Jasmine, the two sitting next to one another. "Throw out a couple of sleeping bags. Lie out under the stars."
Jasmine smirked to Braedey. "Does your mom know about tomorrow night?"
Braedey scoffed. "No, get out of town. My Mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. My mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you, and I'd get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid."
"You think you've got it rough, pal? My mother would tear me a new one if she found out." Tyler spoke up. "And I think she was born a nun."
"She's just trying to keep you respectable." Andrea commented.
"Well, she's not doing a very good job." Orion joked, Tyler snickering back.
A woman walked up to them, shaking a can of tins. "Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. 30 years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We, at the Hill Valley Preservation Society, think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.
Braedey puts a coin in the can. "Here you go, lady. There's a quarter.
The woman nodded, and handed a Flyer. "Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer. Save the clock tower." With that, she walked off to tell others.
"Where were we?" Braedey asked to Jasmine.
Jasmine smirked, about to lean in. "Right about here." She was about to kiss him, only for her phone to beep. "Oh, darn it. That's my Dad. I'd better go."
"Take care. And I might call you." Braedey advised to her, and she nodded, heading off for home.
"I might call you." Jasmine joked, now walking away.
Andrea now looked up from her flyer, and she saw her Dad driving up towards them. "It's my Dad." She was on her way over to his car. "I've got to go."
"Right!" Tyler yelled back. "I'll call you tonight from Braedey's house!"
"I'll be at my Grandma's!" Andrea quickly jogged to Tyler and wrote down a number to him. "Here, let me give you the number." She then kissed Tyler on the cheek, and quickly went back to her father. "Bye!"
"I'll see you guys back at my place tonight." Braedey said to Orion and Tyler, now got his roller blades on. "I now have this feeling something bad is gonna happen." With that, he skated away, heading off for home.