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EMMA WALLOWED in her completely destroyed bed. One thing Marty knew is that this girl could go through all stages of grief in a record time of three minutes. Now Emma knew she had no chance of getting Jessie or Marty back either. And she really wanted to make up with him. But Marty wouldn't answer her calls. Her mother's reaction didn't help much either. Ellen thought Jessie was a saint. Only Marty knew how he really was. He was the only one who seemed to know her as well. While she wallowed, cleaning the mascara off her face, a knock came from her window. Emma flung her head up, looking at her window. "Hello?" It was too dark to see anything outside so she slowly walked towards her window. She closed one eye, thinking there was a possibility it could be a cereal killer. She held her breath and opened her window. "Hello." Marty smiled like a dork. "Get out." "Emma!" "Out!" "Just...please let me in." Marty pleaded. Emma looked down to him, staring into his puppy dog eyes before reluctantly letting the boy in. He stood still and awkwardly in the center of her room. Everything looked different. Especially the photos on the wall. Everyone the two knew were on those pictures. Everyone except for him. "Okay. You're in. Now why's Marty at my window?" "To apologize." Emma felt a wave of guilt overtaking her. Marty watched as her annoyed look dissolved. She wanted to forgive him; but her pride had taken over. So had Jessie...and her emotions. Oh god. "Well, go ahead." Marty took a breath in, forgetting everything he rehearsed to tell Emma. It was all out the window that he has just crawled in from. Especially since now he noticed the dried tears and mascara all over her face. Marty guided Emma to her dresser. He takes the wet piece of cloth, dabbing the mascara off her face. "You're not crying over Jessie. Are you?" Marty asked, his eyebrows furrowing while Emma reluctantly nodded. "Em what's re you doing crying over that...that guy?" "I don't know." Emma whimpered weakly in response. Marty furrowed his dark eyebrows as he continued dabbing the mascara off of her face. "He wasn't good. So far from it. He doesn't deserve you. I better not see you crying over any boy ever again." Emma listened carefully, taking one last sniffle. "Don't." She did as told, stopping the tears flowing from her eyes. Just looking at Marty who gave her the warmest smile humanly possible made her feel better. She then realized she couldn't imagine a life without Marty. Who knows what she would've done if she hadn't met him in the Summer of 1981. The Summer where Marty McFly snuck into Doc's laboratory and met Emma Eaves. The Eaves girl's situation was tad bit different. That was the Summer her mother forced to make her work at RadioShack for all three months of her Summer. Of course, thirteen-year-old Emma was furious at her mother for making her work and lie about her age. But without RadioShack in Twin Pines mall, she would've never met the one and only Doc Brown. And without Doc, Marty would've never caught the two making the amplifier in his garage. Emma has spent these past three months trying to forget. Maybe she needed to start forgiving; she couldn't do that yet. Not while shes still looking at the puss on Marty's face. "Marty? What's wrong?" So much was wrong. Everything was wrong. They both had such a day but Marty didn't want to burden her with his problems. "Nothing." Marty chuckled, wiping his face. "Nothing." "Martin." Emma said, switching her tone. The blue eyed boy looked up to her, hesitating to talk. Once he looked in her eyes, all the words spilled out like vomit. "Biff ruined my car. Like, completely totaled it." Emma widened her eyes while watching as he stood up while shaking his head. "I had this weekend with Jennifer. Oh, what does it matter anymore?" Marty laughed. "It's not like she wants to see me anymore anyways." "What do you mean?" Marty turned to the girl, slapping his arms down to his sides. "She broke up with me. That's what I mean. I was thinking about it but I never thought she'd get to me first." Marty stopped his rambling once he felt a body crashing into him. Not just anyone's body. Emma's. Marty smiled, grabbing the girl and squeezing her; quickly melted into the hug. She squeezed him just as tight. "Who would ever wanna break up with the Marty McFly? Jennifer's gotta be in loony bin by now for dumping you." Marty laughed while thinking: Jesus, she has done it again. He watched as she smiled at him. She's so beautiful...what? Marty stopped his fleeting thoughts. He distracted himself by departing from the hug and digs into the backpack he had brought with him. "I brought some of your stuff you left back at my place. Yknow, just in case you were really mad at me." Marty says taking her scrapbook, jean jacket and multiple rings out. She forgets a lot of things at Marty's house. She didn't have the guts to get them after "it" happened. Marty passed the girl her scrapbook. She smiled, seeing the memories from 1981 to 1985. The two made this scrapbook together. A whole four years of their lives documented in this one big book. Emma raised her eyebrow seeing a few, unfamiliar, silly pictures of just Marty filling up a whole two pages. "Did you put new photos into our scrapbook?" "Yeah." Marty smiled bashfully, watching as a wide smile appeared on his best friend's face. "God, McFly, you're a complete bonehead." Marty's cheeks grew a light shade of pink while he nodded to himself. Was he forgiven? Who knew? Emma Eaves is always full of surprises. "Good to know, Em. Good to know."
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An hour later, the two agreed the McFly should stay. Not because they're friends or anything yet. But the girl fully forgot Marty was there. They fell asleep before they could talk more. The last thing she remembered was Marty's arm wrapped around her waist as she held his hand while drifting off to sleep. The two woke up to the sound of her red telephone ringing for at least the fifth time. Emma wakes up to Marty leaning up slowly, trying not to wake up Emma. "Marty?" Emma moaned, still groggy from her sleep. "What are you doing here?" She asked as Marty looked wide-eyed at the time. 12:28. "Oh shit. Doc." Marty said, coming to his conclusion. He answers the phone in a rush. "Marty! I figured you'd be here. You guys didn't fall asleep, did you?" Doc asked over the phone. He looked with wide-eyes to Emma, rubbing her eyes. "Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly." Marty fake laughed, helping Emma up. "Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and pick it up on your way to the mall? And bring Emma why don't you?" Doc requested. Emma could hear him over the phone. "What's up with Doc?" Emma asked in early-morning rasp. "Oh god, Doc." "What do you mean?" Marty paused, holding the bridge of his nose. "Did doc ask you to—oh." "Yeah. Oh." Emma repeated, raiding her many dressers. "Um, yeah, I'm on my way." Marty said. He looked up to Emma holding her pink-knit sweater up. It was strange laying in Emma's bed underneath the covers. Of course he's been on her bed before. Just not like this. The two can't even remember what happened. Either way, if Emma was at least a little bit okay now, he is. "We're on our way." Marty says to Emma while slipping on her sweater. "Grab your skateboard, Emma."
