𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 , 𝚖. 𝚖𝚌𝚏𝚕𝚢

013.

"You mean, take Lorraine to the dance?" George asks—his brows raised in confusion as he looks between the two. "Affirmative." Marty and Darleen reply in unison—nodding as they did. George looks at his lap before shaking his head, "But I don't know if I'll be able to—" Darleen turns on the walkman again. George screams—his hands going back to the headphones. "Turn it off—please turn it off!"

Darleen turns it off. "Insolent earthling! Do you wish me to melt your brains?" Marty questions. George starts to shake his head rapidly, "No! Please! I'm sorry—I'll do it! I'll take her to the dance." George turns to Darleen before speaking, "But please, don't turn that noise on again." Darleen nods, "Very good earthling. You will tell no one of this visit. Now—close your eyes—and see us no more..." George nods—laying back down, "Okay, okay." He closes his eyes.

Marty holds a vial under George's nose, making him pass out. Darleen removes the featherweight headphones from George's head. The two take off their hoods before exiting out of the window.

——

As Marty climbs off of the trellis, he helps Darleen get down—his hands grabbing her waist as she placed hers on his shoulders—they stayed like that for a second before pulling apart from the sound of Doc's voice. "How'd it go?" Marty looks at Doc—giving him a crooked smile, "Great! That chloroform sure put him out—" Darleen cuts him off, "I just hope he didn't overdo it." She walks off and gets into Doc's Packard convertible. Doc glances from Darleen to Marty, "What's wrong with her?" Marty shrugs, "I don't know."

——

The next day, Marty and Darleen are loitering in the grassy town square. Darleen had been ignoring Marty since last night. Marty was now trying to get her to talk, "Please Darleen, can you tell me what's wrong—at least what I did wrong. Please?" Darleen looked at him before making a zipping motion with her hand over her mouth before pretending to throw her lips away. Marty sighed before making a pouting face, "Please, pretty please?" Darleen shook her head as she messed with a pepsi bottle that she couldn't open.

"Okay, you asked for it." Marty started to tickle Darleen's sides making her laugh out loud. "Okay, okay—stop!" She exclaimed breathlessly as Marty stopped and laughed along with her. "Now will you tell me?" He asked once more making Darleen look at him, she glanced from his lips before looking him in the eyes, "Nope." She said—popping the "p" as she did.

All of a sudden, George comes running up to them—looking disheveled and wide-eyed. "Marty! Darleen! Marty! Darleen!" He yelled before stopping in front of them. Marty looks at him, "George! You weren't at school! Where've you been?" George pants out, "I just woke up—I overslept. Look, both of you have to help me! I have to take Lorraine to the dance, but I don't know how to do it." Darleen holds her hand out.

"All right, keep your pants on. She's over there in the cafe—how do you open this thing." Darleen says in a frustrated voice before George takes the bottle and opens it with the church key on top of the pepsi machine before handing it back to an impressed Darleen.

——

The three walk past the record store, on their way to Lou's. As they walk—Marty glances at George, "So—George—what made you change you mind?" Darleen bumps Marty's shoulder slightly—signaling to not say too much about last night. "Well, last night, Darth Vader and the T-800 came down from Planet Vulcan—they told me that if I didn't take Lorraine out, then Darth Vader would melt my brains."

Darleen places her hand on George's shoulder, "Uh, George...why don't we keep this brain melting stuff between us three, okay?" George nods before Marty points toward the cafe window, "There she is." Lorraine is sitting in a booth with her two girlfriends—Betty and Babs—all of them sipping ice cream sodas and talking. "It's simple George. You just go in and invite her." Marty instructs him.

"Alright—but what do I say?" George asks the two of them. Before Darleen speaks—Marty tells him, "Say whatever feels comfortable—whatever comes to your mind." George thinks for a second, "Nothing's coming to mind." Marty mumbles, "Christ, it's a miracle I was even born." Darleen smacks his arm before George looks at the two of them, "Huh?" Marty shakes his head, "It's nothing." Darleen sighs, "Look—just tell her that...destiny has brought you two together and that..you think that she's the most beautiful girl that you have ever seen. Girls like to um...hear that—what are you doing George.

George had taken out a pencil and paper as Darleen was speaking. "I'm writing it down—this is good stuff."

——

The three walk into the cafe—and it's full of kids. "There she is, just go ask her." Marty points in the direction of where Lorraine is before him and Darleen sneak back outside. George looks down at his "script" before mouthing the words to himself. He gets up the nerve to walk towards Lorraine before chickening out and walking to the counter, "Gimmie a milk—chocolate." Lou serves him up what he asked for. George takes a slug—leaving behind a milk mustache—he wipes his face quickly.

He approaches Lorraine. Despite his awkwardness and fear, there's something endearing about him, like a lost puppy. "Uh Lorraine," he glances down at his "script," "my density has brought me to you." Marty—dragging in Darleen behind him—enter the cafe to watch. "I beg your pardon?" Lorraine says—stirring her shake with her straw as she did. "Oh—what I meant to say is," before he continues, Lorraine speaks again, "Haven't I seen you somewhere?" She asks curiously. George puts on a big smile.

He nods, "Yes! I'm George. George McFly. I'm your density—I mean, your destiny." Lorraine's friends giggle as the girl blushes at his words before getting interrupted, "McFly! I thought I told you never to come in here!"