Turn Back Time//Back to the Future

1. Marty's a Nice Name

"Lorraine... I don't think we should go in. What if we wake him?" A worried 16 year old Kathryn whispers as her 17 year old sister tugs her into her room where an unconscious teenage boy was lying on the bed.

"We won't wake him Kathy. Daddy said he hit his head, we're just making sure that he gets a fresh rag." she explains as she closes the door behind them.

"Lorraine." Kathy whines as she watches her sister fuss over the boy. "We should go now."

Before her older sister could respond the boy groaned, making both girls' eyes go wide before they rushed to his side. "Are you alright?" Kathy asks, still whispering in the fear of getting caught.

The boy groans again, "Mom?" he asks before shifting in the bed. "Mom is that you?"

"You gotta relax. You've been asleep for almost nine hours." Kathy tells him as Lorraine removes the damp cloth from his head.

"I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible." he mutters, rubbing his eyes.

"Well, safe and sound now, in the good old 1955." Lorraine says before turning on the light next to the bed.

"1955?" he says confused before looking between the two girls, his eyes going wide. "You're my ma- You're my a- " he couldn't form words, he seemed to be in shock.

"My name's Lorraine, Lorraine Baines. This is my sister, Kathryn." the older teen girl introduces.

"Yeah, but you're uh, you're so, you're so thin." he stutters out. "And you're- you're h-" he couldn't form words as he stared at the younger version of his mother and aunt. "You're hairs long."

Lorraine and Kathryn look at each other amused. He must hit his head pretty hard. "Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on your head." Lorraine tells him.

He goes to get up, moving the blanket but quickly covers himself back up at his new issue. "Ah, where's my pants?"

Kathy looks at her sister with wide eyes, "Lorraine." she scolds her in a whisper, now understanding just why her sister dragged her in here now.

"Over there, on my hope chest. I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin." the older girl says, avoiding her sister's eyes.

"Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?" the boy questions.

"Well, that's your name, isn't it? Calvin Klien. It's written all over your underwear. Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh?" Lorraine explains.

"Actually, people call me Marty." he corrects.

"Marty's a nice name." Kathryn speaks up, making his eyes look towards her now. It was strange to him, to see her so calm and relaxed.

"Thanks.. My mom... gave it to me." he says in a bad attempt at a joke that only he would truly understand, but it was enough to make her smile.

"Pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klien. Do you mind if I sit here?" Lorraine says as she sits as close as possible next to him on the bed.

Marty shifts over a bit, taken back by her bold movement. "No, fine, no, good, fine, good." he says nervously.

"That's a big bruise you have there." Lorraine points out, leaning closer to his face, making the boy freak out and fall out of the bed with a loud thud.

"Lorraine! Kathryne! Are you two up there?" A voice call from downstairs making the two girls look at one another in a panic.

"My god, it's my mother. Put your pants back on." Lorrian says in a panic, escaping the room as Kathy tosses the pants over to the boy.

"Meet us downstairs. I'm sorry about her." Kathy says before also leaving the room making Marty all the more stunned as he took in what had just transpired.

Going downstairs didn't change how stunned he was as he spoke with his grandma and grandpa and his now younger aunts and uncles. "So, tell me Marty, how long have you been in port?" Stella, his grandma, asks him.

"Excuse me?" he questions, confused as he looks around the home.

"Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you, that's why you wear that life preserver?" she clarifies, taking his confusion as the bump on his head.

Marty nods slowly, "Uh, Coast Guard." he lies.

"Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car out there. He's alright, thank god." she says as they pass the man working on the television.

"What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age?" Sam questions with a huff.

"Don't pay any attention to him, he's in one of his moods. Sam, quite fiddling with that thing, comes in here to dinner. Now let's see, you already know Lorraine and Kathryn." she starts, giving the two girls a look as they finish setting the table. "This is Milton, this is Sally, that's Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey."

While Marty greets his 'Uncle Joey', Lorraine keeps nudging Kathy to move over so that Marty could sit between them at the table. After the 3rd nudge into her side she moves over with her arms crossed. "Sit here, Marty." Lorraines says pulling the boy down into the seat so that he sat on her left and on Kathy's right.

"Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner." Stella scolds as she places a thing of meatloaf in the middle of the table.

The tv that he was fiddling with was now working and he rolls it over to the table. "Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat."

"Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?" Lorraine asks as the food is passed around.

Marty nods, "Well yeah, you know we have... two of them."

"Wow, you must be rich!" Milton exclaims.

"Oh, honey he's just teasing you. Nobody has two television sets." Stella says with a small laugh.

The two teen girls watched Marty with different fascinations. Lorraine seems to be infatuated with this mysterious boy, while Kathy is just over all intrigued. She doesn't meet many new people, and Marty was confusing but interesting. Kathy wasn't listening to the words being spoken, while Lorraine is hooked on every single one. Both girls' attention on him was making him nervous to say the least as he is stuck between them.

"Mother, 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." Lorraine says, snapping her sister out of her daze.

Stella nods, "That's true, Marty. I think you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility." she tells the boy.

"Well gee, I don't know." Marty says with a shrug.

Lorraine leans a little closer to him, "And he could sleep in my room." she offers and squeezes his leg under the table fully making the boy panic at the movement.

Marty stands, bumping the table and chair as he goes up. "I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful, you were all great. See you later... much later." he stammers out before leaving the home in a hurry.