History's Gonna Change (Marty Mcfly x OC)

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Clocks. All I heard were clocks. The sound was mocking me from my sleep, I was barley awake as it was,  yet the first thing I heard when I came to was the clicking of different clocks. My eyelids were still too heavy to move, but somewhere in the background of the clicks was liquid sizzling,  and a female voice reporting news... Lisa Carlton, the morning news anchor. I groaned and rolled over, bringing my pillow forcefully onto my head just to cover the noise, toaster popping, machines to open the dog food, how could anyone wake up to this? Just as the noise faded and I felt myself drift off again, the front door opening and closing forced my brain awake again.

"Hey Doc? Doc? Hello, anybody home?" 

I sighed and groaned again. I couldn't be bothered to answer him, I was on the couch in the living room, he was walking in through the kitchen. It would be a small while before he found me anyways. 

"Einstein, come here boy." He whistles and walks in further. I could hear soft grumbling and movement as he put his things presumably down and made his way to Docs equipment. I knew he was dying to try it out, but surely not at this hour. It must be around eight, given the time the news was usually on at. Too early for that noise. 

The faint sound of flicking switches and turning knobs had me slowly sit up as my eyes finally began opening. I looked at the coffee table I left not only my homework on, but my takeout on too. I pouted and sat up fully as I grabbed a couple of cold fries and threw them in my mouth, scrunching my nose at the stale bland taste. Soon a noticeable buzz was coming from the next room from the equipment, it only kept getting louder as I finally stood up and stretched. Grogily I brought myself to the doorway of the kitchen where I saw my friend with sunglasses on, and his guitar hooked up to a huge amp. Yes, the equipment being an eight foot amp. I frowned as I saw him take out his pick as I held my head, "Hey, hey, no don't, it's to early and Doc said-"

The most jarring sound came from that amp. I cringed at the noise covering my ears as I hid behind the wall, when I looked back over to the scene I noticed the guitar was unplugged, the amp was in shambles, while my friend was thrown back into an armchair with a painters shelf fallen on top of him. I grumbled while he lifted himself up slightly to peak above his shades at the mess created. 

"Woah..." He mumbled while parts of the amp continued to fall and liter Docs kitchen. "Rock n' roll..." 

"What the hell Martin?" As he looked up Marty Mcfly, my best friend, saw me upset and glaring at him from the wall next to the amp. My hair was most likely a state while my clothes were what I fell asleep wearing last night when I crashed at our mentors house.

"Ella? Wha-" Marty scrambled up and walked over to me still in the doorway, he looked at me concerned before glancing at the couch and sighing. "Why didn't you say anything when I walked in?" 

Slowly I shuffled back over to the couch and grabbed my old Nike sweater to throw on, after I sighed and began looking for one of my hair elastics. "I was still asleep Marty, my mom had friends over last night, I'm tired." 

As if reading my mind Marty walked over and offered me my extra elastic he kept on his wrist. "Well, you must be pretty awake by now. That amp.. isn't it great?" He smiled and glanced back at the wreckage as I sighed and went to Docs bathroom to clean myself up for the day. Whilst I was headed to the bathroom Docs phone began rigning, I never broke stride, forcing Marty to step to the landline and pick up the phone. I could hear him faintly as I brushed my teeth.

"Yo.." Marty began, the conversation continued as I finished up, more awake I emerge to hear Marty repeating back a date to who I assume to be Doctor Emmett Brown, our mentor. "1:15 in the morning?" He asked and looked to me as I rolled my eyes, no way was I getting up that early. I strolled over to the table where I left my homework and packed it all up into my backpack.