November 5, 1955
8:35 AM PST

George Douglas McFly, who was seventeen years old, was eating cereal at Lou's Cafe - while working on his homework, which was actually Biff Tannen's homework. It was a good thing that the homework wasn't quite due until Monday. It might give him time to work on his stories, as well. Not that he ever let everyone else read them, of course.

"Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?" George suddenly heard Lou Carruthers, the owner of the cafe, asking. Lou was usually real gruff, even though he was decent enough to George. In a way, George could actually understand why Lou was the way he was.

"What?" asked a young masculine voice, with confusion. George looked up, to see a boy who looked to be about his age. While he couldn't place his finger on it, the boy seemed strangely familiar to him. Yet, he was sure he never met the boy before.

"What's with the life preserver?" Lou asked. George was now curious about the young man's attire. Was he a member of the coast guard, or something? Why would he wear a life preserver into the cafe? Come to think of it, just where did that boy come from?

"I just wanna use the phone," the young man replied, as he sounded nervous. Now George was very curious about him, and wondered who it was he needed to call.

"Yeah, it's in the back," replied Lou. George watched, as the young man headed into the back. George sure did his best to concentrate on the homework he had to do for Biff. However, he couldn't quite stop thinking about the curious young man, though.

"Do you know where 1640 Riverside..." George suddenly heard the curious young man asking, after a few minutes. He sure thought this was the wrong place to ask someone for directions. Lou was not the kind of person to take crap from anyone.

"Are you gonna order something, kid?" barked Lou. It was obvious that he really was getting annoyed with the curious young man, and George couldn't really blame him.

"Yeah, uh, gimme... gimme a tab," stammered the young man. George tried to get back to doing Biff's homework, as he figured that the young man seemed harmless enough - even if some of his mannerisms really did seem a little bit, well, eccentric.

"Tab?" Lou asked, incredulously, "I can't give you a tab unless you order something."

"All right," the young man replied, very nervously, "gimme a Pepsi free." Now George couldn't help but wonder where the young men thought he got off with that order. It seemed like either the young man was very confused, or he was being a smartass.

"You wanna a Pepsi, pal," Lou replied, angrily, "you're gonna pay for it." The tone of Lou's voice made George feel nervous, but he felt the young man did ask for it.

"Well, just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?" asked the young man. It seemed like a very odd request to George, who happened to have a sweet tooth.

"Without any sugar," Lou was heard mumbling, as he handed the young man a cup of coffee. George quite decided that it was best to not pry into another man's affairs. It still seemed to be natural curiosity, however, to wonder why he acted so strangely.

"Hey, McFly!" called out an all-too-familiar voice, which made George quickly turned around. He just noticed that the young man was also really glancing at the gang. A part of him wanted to see Biff's gang bully the odd visitor, just to leave him alone.

"What do you think you're doing?" Biff Tannen growled, as he menacingly made his way over to George. With him were his lackeys: Mitch Mattis, Derrick Daniel Drake, and Joey Skinner - who were known by the names of Match, 3D, and Skinhead.

"Biff?" George heard the young man next to him whisper. He wonder how that young man knew who Biff was. However, Biff didn't seem to take notice of the young man.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, McFly," Biff growled, as he suddenly was in front of George's face. George suddenly felt very nervous, as he swallowed deeply. "You Irish bug."

"Oh, hey, Biff," George greeted, very nervously. "Hey, guys, how are you doing?"

"Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?" demanded Biff, staring at George..

"Uh, well, actually," George stammered, even though he knew Biff never bought any of his excuses, as he was very ruthless. "I figured since it wasn't due till Monday..."

"Hello, hello, anybody home?" Biff asked, as he tapped George on the head. "Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it." He was also very quick to ask, "Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting?"

George sighed to himself, as Biff went on to add, "I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you?" When George didn't answer, Biff rather loudly repeated, "Would you?" George knew he really had no way out of this one.

"Now, of course not, Biff," George replied, even though he did secretly wish for just that. Of couse, he didn't dare to say that. "Now, I wouldn't want that to happen."

"Uh, no, no, no, no," Biff commented. George actually felt relieved - as Biff and his gang noticed the young man, and asked, "What are you looking at, butthead?"

"Hey, Biff," Skinhead pointed out, as he grabbed at the young man's vest, "check out this guy's life preserver." He very snarkingly added, "Dork thinks he's gonna drown."

Turning back to George, Biff asked, "Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?"

"Uh, well, okay, Biff," George replied, nervously, "uh, I'll finish that on up tonight - and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning."

"Hey, not too early," Biff commented. "I sleep in Sundays. Hey, McFly, your shoe's untied." As George looked down, Biff really slapped his head and said, "Don't be so gullible, McFly."

"Okay," George replied, very nervously. He couldn't help but wonder why he always fell for that. After all, it's not like Biff would ever care if he tripped or not.

"I don't wanna see you in here again," Biff added, as he and gang turned to leave.

"Yeah, all right, bye-bye," George called out, with false cheerfulness. He began to concentrate on Biff's homework, but then noticed the young man looking at him. If anything, this young man really seemed to be just as creepy as Biff. "What?"

"You're George McFly!" the young man replied, as he sounded stunned.

"Yeah, who are you?" George demanded. He didn't understand what the young man really wanted to do with him. It's not like many paid so much attention to him, unless they needed someone to target for ridicule. He certainly had to get out of here.

Before the young man can answer, Goldie Wilson came over with his mop, and was quick to ask, "Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?"

"Well, they're bigger than me," George replied, nervously. Goldie was always very friendly to him, and he wished he had the same kind of confidence as Goldie did.

"Stand tall, boy," suggested Goldie. "Have some respect for yourself. Don't you know that, if you let people walk all over you now - they'll be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?"

"Watch it, Goldie," Lou snapped, as he walked by. George wondered why Goldie even bothered to work for someone as racist as Lou. Couldn't he just get a job elsewhere?

"No, sir," Goldie continued, "I'm gonna make something out of myself, I'm going to night school and one day I'm gonna be somebody."

"That's right," exclaimed the young man. "He's gonna be mayor." George was shocked by those words. How on earth could he be sure of that happening?

"Yeah, I'm..." Goldie started to say. Then, realizing what the young man just said, he exclaimed, "... mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor."

"A coloured mayor," Lou mumbled, "that'll be the day." George rolled his eyes, as he never did understand why certain people could be racist. After all, it's not like Goldie chose to be born with dark skin, did he? Maybe Goldie should try running for mayor.

George suddenly looked at his watch, and he realized that Lorraine Baines could be changing soon. He began to head out, and grab his bike. He often quite fantasized about actually getting his revenge on Biff, but he was simply never a fighter.

"You wait and see, Mr. Carruthers," Goldie retorted, as George was heading out. "I will be mayor. and I'll be the most powerful mayor..." As George really hopped onto his bike, George suddenly began to wonder how the other Hill Valley residents quite might react to the very idea of a non-white person being the leader of their city.

George felt so nervous, as he was riding to Lorraine's house. It was bad enough that he had a reputation as a "wuss". If it ever came out that he spied on girls, then even the nicest kids in school wouldn't want to talk to him. It would be a lonely existence.

Even his two close friends, Billy Stockhausen and Lester Collins, really didn't know of his habit. He had a feeling they wouldn't be too impressed with that sot of hobby.

"Hey, Dad," George heard a voice call out. It sounded like the young man who sat next to him at the cafe. What was up with him? "George! Hey, you on the bike!"

George didn't quite feel like taking to anyone, as he began to climb a tree. He reached for his binocular, and began to really focus them. As he looked into Lorraine's window, he saw that she was changing. He then tried to take a closer look at her.

"He's a peeping tom!" George head a voice exclaim, with great shock. George's heart was racing, as he realized that his life was pretty much over. It would probably be all over school by Monday. He sure fell out of the tree, and right onto the road - just as there was a car approaching. "Dad!" the same voice called out, rather frantically.

The young man just pushed George out of the way, but was hit himself. As the young man lay unconscious on the road, the driver of the car stepped out. As George rather figured the man was the father of Lorraine, he was suddenly very quick to take off.

"Hey, wait," called out the man, as he was looking straight at George. He figured the young man might tell Lorraine's father that George was spying on her. This had to be the worst day of his life. He was quick to head home. "Wait a minute, who are you?"

George quickly rode off, as he felt real nervous about being confronted by the father of the girl he was spying on. He couldn't help but feel rather guilty, as the young man who just saved his life was injured. Still, confrontation was never his strong point.

"Stella!" Mr. Baines yelled, as George was riding away. "Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here, help me take him in the house!"

November 5, 1955
6:10 PM PST

Lorraine Margaret Baines smiled at the young boy on the bed. He looked so adorable, and she had quite a good feeling that he would feel the same about her. The last boy that she felt strongly about, was David Goodwyn - who died just over a year ago.

As Lorraine saw the young Calvin Klein coming to, she felt so relieved. Now she'd have a chance to get to know this pretty mysterious young man. He was quite short, but he was just so cute. She really loved the adorable soft dimple that was in his left cheek.

"Mom," Calvin mumbled, as he was still half asleep, "is that you?" As Lorraine dipped the cloth into the water, as she decided to tend to the bruise on Calvin's head.

"There, there, now," soothed Lorraine, as she very tenderly stroked Calvin's forhead with the damp cloth. "Just relax. You've been asleep for almost nine hours, now."

"I had a horrible nightmare," mumbled Calvin, as his eyes were still closed. Lorraine's heart suddenly went out to this young man. She might as well make him feel quite at ease. She quite had a crush on him. "I dreamed I went back in time. It was terrible."

"Well, you're safe and sound, now," Lorraine replied, as she reached to turn on the light. She wondered if he dreamed about World War Two. "Back in good old 1955."

Lorraine turned on the lights, as Calvin bolted up in bed and gasped, "1955?" He just looked rather stunned, as he began to stammer, "You're my ma... you're my ma..."

"My name's Lorraine," she replied, just as she folded her arms around her chest. She didn't think she quite looked old enough to be a mother, but it was very possible that Calvin's mother actually wore her hair the same way as she did. "Lorraine Baines."

"Yeah," Calvin replied, still stunned, "but you're, uh... you're so... you're so thin."

"Just relax now, Calvin," Lorraine suggested, as she couldn't exactly understand why the young man seemed to be so nervous. "You've got a big bruise on your head."

Calvin then lifted up the sheet, as he gasped, "Ah, where are my pants?"

"Over there, on my hope chest," Lorraine replied, coyly. She didn't understand why it was such a big deal to him. "I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin."

"Calvin," the young man mumbled to himself. "Why do you keep calling me Calvin?"

"Well, that's your name, isn't it?" Lorraine asked, confused. "Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear." She tried to pull the sheet up to show him, but he stopped her. He likely prefered to go by a nickname. "Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh?"

"Actually," the young man replied, nervously, "people call me Marty."

"Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin..." Lorraine replied, as she stood up. "Marty..." As she gentlt sat on the bed, she finished, "Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"No, fine," Marty replied, sounding very uneasy. "No, good, fine, good."

"That's a big bruise you have there," Lorraine commented, as she quickly reached out to touch Marty's head. While Marty actually did have a bump on the back of his head, Lorraine also wanted an excuse to touch him. She also hoped to make him relax.

"Ah," Marty gasped, as he suddenly fall off the bed. Marty's reaction disappointed Lorraine, as she hoped that he would quite welcome the tenderness. Perhaps, the reason why he was nervous - was because he thought she was very attractive.

"Lorraine," Stella asked, as sounding rather weary, "are you up there?" Lorraine felt guilty, as she knew that her mother really didn't her being in the room with the boy.

"My God," Lorraine gasped, as felt nervous and annoyed, "it's my mother. Quick! Put your pants back on." She quickly threw Marty's pants to him, as she ran downstairs.

oooooooooo

"So tell me, Marty," Stella said, as she walked down the stairs with Lorraine and the young guest, "how long have you been in port?"

"Excuse me?" Marty asked, as he seemed confused. Lorraine had to admit that she was more than a little curious about the outfit that he wore, as it seemed unusual.

"Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you?" Stella asked. "That's why you wear that life preserver." Lorraine had to admit that Marty looked sexy in the life preserver.

"Uh, coast guard," Marty replied, nervously. Lorraine smiled, as she thought it was so swell that the young teen was in the military. He'd sure be the ideal husband for her.

As they entered the living room, Stella told her husband, "Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car out there. He's all right, thank God." As Lorraine simply saw that her father was still was on the television set, she hoped that it would actually work.

"What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age?" Sam asked, very grumpily. Lorraine rolled her eyes, as she knew just how stern her father could be.

"Don't pay any attention to him," Stella said to Marty. "He's in one of his moods." To her husband, she added, "Sam, quit fiddling with that thing. Come in here to dinner." Walking to the table, she added, "Now let's see, you already know Lorraine. This is Milton. This is Sally. That's Toby - and, over there in the playpen, is little baby Joey."

Marty looked at Joey, and he said something that Lorraine that couldn't quite make out. She figured he was just admiring her baby brother, as he was pretty cute.

"Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen," Stella said, in a very high-pitched voice. In her normal voice, she explained, "He cries whenever we take him out so we just leave him in there all the time. Well, Marty, I hope you like meatloaf."

Lorraine groaned, as she thought of how tired she was of meatloaf. It did seem like every week, that she would cook it. She supposed it was better than liver, though.

"Well, uh, listen," Marty replied, as he still sounded pretty nervous, "uh, I really..."

Lorraine then pulled up a chair, as she suggested, "Sit here, Marty." She thought of how wonderful it would be, to actually have this young man joining her for dinner.

Stella then called to out to her husband, "Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner." Lorraine was excited about the new television set, though.

Sam pulled the television to the table, as he called out, "Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat." Lorraine loved The Honeymooners.

"Our first television set," Lorraine explained, to Marty. With a television set and a real cute boy in one day, Lorraine felt as if she was in heaven. This was sure a special day for her. She felt ecstatic. "Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?"

"Well, yeah," Mary replied, somewhat eagerly. "You know, we have two of them."

"Wow, you must be rich," Milton commented, sounding impressed. Lorraine really had to agree with her younger brother, as she also found that to pretty impressive.

"Oh, honey," protested Stella, "he's teasing you. Nobody has two television sets."

"Hey, hey," Marty called out, looking at the television. "I've seen this one! I've seen this one. This is a classic! This is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space."

Lorraine was now more than a little confused - and so was Milton, as he asked, "What do you mean you've seen this? It's brand new!"

"Yeah, well," Marty replied, nervously. "I saw it on a rerun."

Lorraine was even more confused, as Milton asked, "What's a rerun?"

"You'll find out," was all Marty said. Lorraine wondered if it was just another word for a repeated episode. It still didn't explain why he already knew this episode, though.

Stella took a good look at Marty, as she commented, "You know, Marty, you look so familiar. Do I know your mother?"

"Yeah," Marty replied, smiling, "I think maybe you do." Lorraine simply smiled back - as she hoped to, one day, be able to have a son who was just like Calvin Marty Klein.

"Oh," called out Stella. "Then I wanna give her a call. I don't want her to worry about you." Lorraine rolled her eyes. While she knew that her mother really meant well, she strongly felt that her mother also had a tendancy to be a little too overprotective.

"You can't," Marty suddenly blurted out. Then, nervously, he added, "Uh, that is... uh, nobody's home." Lorraine wondered if Marty even get along with his parents.

"Oh," Stella replied, as she looked rather concerned. Lorraine hoped Marty had good parents. While Lorraine loves both of her parents, they did ended to frustrate her.

"Yet," Marty added, nervously. Lorraine wondered if his parents really weren't home, or if he was simply running away. Lorraine actually remembered the time that she ran away from home - when she was a little girl, and she was very scared of her father.

"Oh," Stella repeated, as she turned back to her dinner. Lorraine wondered if Stella had suspected the same thing about Marty.

"Uh, listen," Marty asked, quietly, "do you know where Riverside Drive is?" Lorraine wondered who Marty knew on Riverside Drive. Perhaps, it might be a relative

"It's, uh, the other end of town," Sam replied. "The east end of town, a block past Maple."

"A block passed Maple," Marty said, to himself. "That's John F Kennedy Drive."

"Who the hell is John F Kennedy?" Sam demanded, as he was very confused.

"Mother," Lorraine was quick to suggest, "with Marty's parents out of town, don't you think he oughta spend the night? After all, Dad almost killed him with the car."

"That's true, Marty," agreed Stella. "I think you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility." Lorraine really was happy to have her mother see things her way, for once. She had to admit that she also wished for the young man to be quite safe.

"Well gee, I don't know," Marty replied, nervously. Lorraine began to wonder what it was that she was doing wrong. She figured that he was maybe just real awkward.

"And he could sleep in my room," Lorraine added, coyly - just as she reached out to squeeze Marty's knee under the table. While she simply had a good feeling that her mother would actually object, she figured it couldn't possibly hurt to ask - could it?

"I gotta go," Marty called out, as he abruptly stood up. "Uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much. It was wonderful. You were all great. See you all later." Lorraine just watched on, as Marty left. She wondered if she was maybe was too aggressive on Calvin.

After Marty left, Stella turned to her husband and said, "He's a very strange young man." Lorraine wondeed what exactly her mother thought was strange about him.

"He's an idiot," Sam groused. "Comes from upbringing. Parents are probably idiots, too." Turning to his daughter, he just quickly add, "Lorraine, if you ever have a kid who acts that way, I'll disown you." Lorraine thought that he should loosen up.

As Lorraine looked up at where Marty was, she wondered why he was nervous. She jusy smiled to herself, as she realized she didn't simply care what her father thought of him. Granted, he was somewhat strange - but, then again, she liked strange.

As George was heading to his next class, he realized that there were a bunch of boys kicking him.

"Okay, okay, you guys," George called out, in a real feeble attempt to defend himself. "Oh, ha, ha, ha, very funny. Hey, you guys are being real mature."

"Okay, real mature, guys," George continued, trying not to show them how he really felt. "Okay, Dixon, will you pick up my books?"

Mr. Strickland walked up to George. "McFly!" he called out, as he ripped something from George's back. "Shape up, man," he continued, as he threw the paper away. "You're a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life?

"No," George replied, gulping. He couldn't quite understand why the principal decided to pick on him, instead of the people who were bullying him.

oooooooooo

"Hey, George, buddy," called out a strangely familiar voice. "Hey, I've been looking all over for you. You remember me, the guy who saved your life the other day?"

"Yeah," George replied, as he glanced at the young man.

"Good," replied the young man that he saw at Lou's Cafe a couple days ago. "There's somebody I'd like you to meet." To George's surprise, the young man was leading him over to Lorraine Baines - the same girl that he spied on the other day. "Lorraine!"

"Calvin!" Lorraine called out, as she was obviously lovestruck.

"I'd like you to meet my good friend, George McFly," the young man continued.

"Hi," Geoge said, very shyly, "it's really a pleasure to meet you."

"How's your head?" Lorraine asked the young man, as she completely ignored George.

"Well, uh, good, fine," Marty stammed.

George walked off, as he wondered if this was just a cruel trick. Granted, the young man - who was apparently named Calvin - seemed very nervous. Still, this could just be an act. Then again, this mysterious Calvin really did save his life the other day.

oooooooooo

At lunch, George was sitting alone - as he was working on his stories. Lester Collins and Billy Stockhausen had other commitments that day. He quite noticed that same boy again. He seemed nice enough, but was also a little annoying.

"George, buddy," the young man replied, as he sat at the table, "remember that girl I introduced you to, Lorraine?" He really noticed George notepads, as he asked, "What are you writing?"

"Uh, stories," Geoge replied, nervously. "Science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from other planets."

"Get out of town," the young man replied, as a smile spread across his face. "I didn't know you did anything creative! Ah, let me read some."

"Oh, no, no, no," protested George, as he covered up his work. "I never, uh... I never let anybody read my stories."

"Why not?" the young man asked, as he was stunned.

"Well, what if they didn't like them?" George asked. "What if they told me I was no good? I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand."

"Uh, no, not hard at all," the young man replied, gently. "So, anyway, George... Now Lorraine, she really likes you. She told me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance."

"Really?" George asked, as he couldn't help but feel skeptical.

"Oh, yeah," the young man replied, "all you gotta do is go over there, and ask her."

"What?" George protested, mortified. "Right here, right now, in the cafeteria? What if she said no? I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection." Glancing at Lorraine's table, he added, "Besides, I think she'd rather go with somebody else."

"Who?" the young man asked, stunned.

"Biff," George replied, as he pointed behind the young man.

November 7, 1955
11:50 PM PST

"How about a kiss?" Biff prodded, as he kept grabbing at Lorraine. "C'mon, c'mon."

"Leave me alone," demanded Lorraine.

"You want it," Biff insisted. "You know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you."

"Shut your filthy mouth," Lorraine demanded, as she slapped Biff. "I'm not that kind of girl!"

"Well, maybe you are," Biff insisted, "and you just don't know it, yet."

"Get your meat hooks off of me," demanded Lorraine.

Calvin Marty Klein then went up to Biff, pushed him, and said, "You heard her, she said get your meat hooks off..." After stopping short, he added, "Uh, please."

"So what's it to you, butthead?" demanded Biff. "You know you've been looking for a..." Marty and Biff were about to start fighting, as Mr. Strickland looked at them. In a calmer voice, Biff continued, "... since you're new here, I'm gonna cut you a break. Today. So why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here."

oooooooooo

As George was heading home, he heard the young man - who he heard Lorraine and her refer to as Marty Klein. "George!"

"Why do you keep following me around?" George asked, with annoyance.

"Look, George," Marty called out. "I'm telling you George, if you do not ask Lorraine to that dance, I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life."

"But I can't go to the dance," George insisted. "I'll miss my favourite television program, Science Fiction Theater."

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

"Look, I'm just not ready to ask Lorraine out to the dance," George insisted, as he was getting real annoyed, "and not you, nor anybody else on this planet is gonna make me change my mind!" At that, George rather quickly stormed into the house.

November 8, 1955
1:28 AM PST

Early in the morning, George woke up to some very loud noise blasting into his ears.

"Who are you?" George asked, as he was very frightened. He was greeted with more of that very loud noise.

"Silence Earthling!" said a being that looked like an alien. "My name is Darth Vader. I'm an extra-terrestrial from the planet Vulcan."

"Mom!" George cried out, as he was scaed. "Dad!"

"Silence!" commanded Darth Vader. "My heat ray will vaporize you, if you do not obey me."

"Okay! Okay!" George replied, with terror. "I surrender."

"You, George McFly," Darth Vader continued, "have created a rift in the space-time continuum."

"I'm sorry," mumbled George. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, George," continued Darth Vader. "The supreme Klingon hereby commands you to take the female unit known as Baines, Lorraine to the place called Hill Valley High School - exactly 3 earth cycles from now. That's this Saturday night, George."

"You mean," George asked, nervously, "you want me to take Lorraine to the dance?"

"Affirmative," replied Darth Vader.

"I... I don't know If I can do that," George stammered. As more of the loud noise blasted into his ear, he added, "Okay! Okay! All right! I'll do it! I'll take Lorraine to the dance. Just, please..."

"Now close your eyes," added Darth Vader, "and see me no more."

"Okay," George replied, as he closed his eyes. "Affirmative."

oooooooooo

George was at the Texaco station, as he caught sight of Marty walking by.

"Marty!" George called out, as he ran up his new buddy. "Marty! Marty!"

"Hey, George, buddy," Marty greeted, in a friendly voice. "You weren't at school. What have you been doing all day?"

"I overslept," George explained. "Look, I need your help. I have to ask Lorraine out, but I don't know how to do it."

"All right, okay," Marty replied. "Listen, keep your pants on. She's over in the café." As he really strugged to unscrew the lid on his Pepsi bottle, he asked, "God, how do you do this?" George grabbed for Marty's bottle, and opened it for him. After taking back the bottle, he was quick to ask, "What made you change your mind, George?"

"Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan," George explained, "and he told me that, if I didn't take Lorraine out, that he'd melt my brain."

"Yeah, well," Marty repled, nervously, "uh, let's keep this brain melting stuff to ourselves, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," George stammered, nervously.

"All right, okay," Marty continued, as the two walked up to Lou's Cafe. "All right, there she is, George," Marty pointed out. "Just go in there and invite her."

"Okay," George stammered, "but I don't know what to say."

"Just say anything, George," Marty insisted. "Say whatever's natural... the first thing that comes to your mind."

"Nothing's coming to my mind," George replied, as he felt real discouraged. As Marty muttered something under his breath, he added, "What... what?"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing," Marty replied, real nervously. "Look, tell her destiny has brought you together, tell her that she's the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. Girls like that stuff." He then noticed George writing into his notepad, as he asked, "What... what are you doing, George?"

"I'm writing this down," George replied. "This is good stuff."

"Yeah, okay," replied Marty.

"Oh," was all George said.

"Let's go," urged Marty.

"Oh," George repeated.

"Will you take care of that?" Marty asked.

"Right," George replied, very nervously - as he walked into the cafe. Etta James was playing on the jukebox. As he hesitated, Marty just gave him a little push. He walked over to the counter, as he rather called out, "Lou, gimme a milk... chocolate." As Lou slid one down the counter, George took a gulp. He then walked over to Lorraine.

November 8, 1955
4:15 PM PST

Lorraine was laughing and gossiping with her two friends, when George McFly headed to her. Lorraine didn't know him too well, but knew that he was pretty shy.

"Lorraine, my density has popped me to you," George commented, as he approached Lorraine.

"What?" Lorraine asked, as she was confused by George's comment.

"Oh, what I meant to say was..." George stammered.

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" Lorraine asked, hoping to put George at ease. The two have never really interacted before, but he seemed nice enough.

"Yes, yes," George replied, nervously. "I'm George... George McFly, and I'm your density. I mean, your destiny."

Lorraine smiled at him, as she felt real touched. Lorraine giggled a bit. Just then, the music stopped. She groaned, as she saw that Biff and his gang have walked into the cafe. This was the very last thing she wanted to deal with right now.

"Hey, McFly!" Biff called out, menacingly. "I thought I told you never to come in here. Well, it's gonna cost you. How much money have you got on you?"

"Well, Biff..." George started to say, nervously.

Lorraine swallowed nervously, as Biff started walking towards her table. Marty, who was sitting on one of the stools by the counter, tripped Biff. Lorraine really was impressed, as he admired the courage that the young man actually had.

Biff then got up, turned to Marty, and growled, "All right, punk, now..."

"Whoa, whoa, Biff," Marty called out, as he pointed behind Biff. "What's that?"

As Biff turned around, Marty punched him. Marty then pushed past Biff's gang, as he ran out of the Cafe. The music started up again.

"That's Calvin Klein," Lorraine gushed, as she was now rather oblivious to George's presense. "Oh, my God! He's a dream."

Lorraine, George, and the others all headed to the window - where Marty was being chased by Biff's gang. Lorraine just knew that Calvin Klein was the guy for him.

"What's that thing he's on?" asked one of the girls.

"It's a board with wheels!" replied a boy.

"He's an absolute dream," gushed Lorraine.

oooooooooo

Lorraine could hardly believe what she saw, as Biff swerved - and suddenly crashed into the manure truck. Both thh car and the passengers were covered with manure. Lorraine, George, and a few others from the Cafe ran over - including Goldie.

"Hoo!" Goldie called out, as the manure smelled very strong.

Marty brought the skateboard back to the kid, as he said, "Thanks a lot, kid."

"I'm gonna get that son of a bitch!" growled Biff, after he spit some of the manure out of his mouth.

George quietly began to leave, as Betty asked, "Where does he come from?"

"Yeah," added Babs, "where does he live?"

"I don't know," Lorraine replied, as she was lovestruck, "but I'm gonna find out."

oooooooooo

After following Marty to his place, Lorraine knocked on the door. Marty Klein seemed to be quite shy, but he was just so adorable. She just had to go to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance with him. A middle-aged man then let her into the garage.

"Hi, Cal... Marty," Lorraine replied, as felt nervous about the whole thing.

"Mom... Lorraine!" Marty gasped. "Uh, how did you know I was here?"

"I followed you," Lorraine replied, rather sheepishly.

"Oh, uh," Marty replied, nervously. "This is my Doc... uncle, Doc Brown."

"Hi," Lorraine replied, as she realized this must be the same Dr. Brown who taught third grade at Hill Valley Elementary School.

"Hello," Doc replied, warmly.

"Marty, this may seem a little forward," Lorraine explained, "but I was wondering if you would ask me to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance on Saturday.

"Uh, you mean nobody's asked you?" Marty asked, stunned.

"No, not yet," Lorraine replied, coyly.

"What about George?" Marty prodded.

"George McFly?" Lorraine asked, as she was rather taken aback. "Oh, he's kinda cute and all - but, well... I think a man should be strong - so he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman he loves. Don't you?"

"Yeah," Marty replied, nervously. After taking in a deep breath, he added, "All right, Lorraine, will you take me to the dance?"

November 8, 1955
7:00 PM PST

November 9, 1955
3:00 PM PST

Marty was with George in his backyard, talking - as George was putting out his laundry.

"I still don't understand," George said, somewhat annoyed. "How am I supposed to go to the dance with her, if she's already going to the dance with you?"

"'Cause, George," Marty protested, "she wants to go to the dance with you. She just doesn't know it, yet. That's why we got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter. You're somebody who's gonna stand up for yourself... someone who's gonna protect her."

"Yeah," George replied, nervously, "but I never picked a fight in my entire life."

"Your not gonna be picking a fight, Dad," Marty blurted out. "Dad, Dad, Daddy-o. You're coming to a rescue, right? Okay, let's go over the plan again. 8:55, where are you gonna be?"

"I'm gonna be at the dance," replied George.

"Right," Marty replied, "and where am I gonna be?"

"You're gonna be in the car with her," replied George.

"Right," replied Marty. "Okay, so right around 9 o'clock - she's gonna get very angry with me."

"Why is she gonna get angry with you?" George asked, confused.

"Well, because George," Marty explained, "nice girls get angry, when guys take advantage of them."

"Ho!" George gasped, horrified. "You mean you're gonna touch her on her..." He held up his mother's bra.

"No, no, George," Marty protested, as he grabbed the bra from George. "Look, it's just an act, right? Okay, so 9 o'clock, you're strolling through the parking lot. You see us struggling in the car. You walk up, you open the door, and you say..." When George didn't say anything. Marty prodded, "... your line, George!"

"Oh, uh," George replied, as he swallowed deeply. "Hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really think I ought to swear?"

"Yes, definitely," Marty insisted. "God dammit, George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up. You punch me in the stomach. I'm out for the count, right? And you and Lorraine live happily ever after."

"Oh, you make it sound so easy," George muttered. "I just... I wish I wasn't so scared."

"George, there's nothing to be scared of," insisted Marty, real gently. "All it takes is a little self confidence." After a brief pause, he added, "You know, if you put your mind to it - you could accomplish anything." He just took in a breath, before he suggested, "All right, tell you what, George. Gimme a shot right here. Gimme your best shot."

"No," protested George, "I'm not going to hit you in the stomach."

"Come on, George," urged Marty. "Come on. Right here, come on."

"There!" George replied, as he lightly punched Marty. "That was good, She'll believe that. I know she will, I'm positive..."

"Tell you what, George," Marty replied.

November 10, 1955
3:00 PM PST

November 11, 1955
3:00 PM PST

Maybe I should try picking up on this story again. :) I'll start two new stories this month. The other one will be an ASOUE fic.

Bumping this up! :)

Good story.

Thank you! :)